Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Tens of thousands of believers knelt down in unison, and their voices rang through the sky: "Long live the leader, long live the leader, I wish the leader an early completion of his eternal hegemony!"

"Qianqiu Hegemony?"

Jiaoyang twitched the corners of her lips, wore a bamboo hat on her head, and stood out from the crowd in red clothes: "My goal has never been to achieve eternal supremacy, it is just to wash away the world with blood."

She raised her hand, and the red war post in her hand slowly fell to the ground.

He waved his folding fan and covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of unpredictable eyes.

"kill."

This will be the last battle.

After staying in this world for so long, Jiaoyang's patience has its limits.

There were already crowds of people outside the door. Looking up, they were densely packed with countless people. They resisted desperately, using the human sea tactic against the demon sect members, using human shields, and the bloody scenes became more and more intense.

Jiaoyang sneered lightly, waving the folding fan in her hand. Baiye Liufeng and Yun Tangzhi, who had just arrived, were separated on both sides.

"If it were in the past, I would definitely have to praise you for your righteous sect's unity in dealing with our demon sect. But I just watched a very interesting performance, and I can't say what I said. ”

She exchanged glances with Yun Tangzhi, who came after her.

Yun Tangzhi shook his head helplessly and sighed: Still no one was found.

Baiye Liufeng noticed this scene and frowned slightly.

"Demon girl! Don't be complacent. Even if your demon sect relies on practicing evil skills and your kung fu is one level higher than others, you can't stand the large number of us. Sooner or later, you will be exhausted! If we continue to fight like this, there is no telling who will win and who will lose!" "

"Really?" Jiaoyang curled her lips with a half-smile, "Then I'll wait and see."

At this time, Lu Ke attacked her from above with the Cheng Yuan Sword. Jiaoyang raised her eyes and raised her hand to greet him with a folding fan. The two of them faced each other internally.

"It turns out that this is Uncle Lu's true strength, which should not be underestimated. The last time we competed at Tea Guest Villa, you and I did not compete properly, which has always been a regret in Jiaoyang's heart. Uncle Lu is as good as ever. He was so considerate, and even before he died, he never forgot to fulfill this wish for Jiaoyang."

She tilted her head, twisted the fingers holding the folding fan, and continued to exert force with a smile.

Lu Ke frowned, thinking of the scene that time: "You still have the nerve to mention the last time. Last time you teamed up with Baiye Liufeng to plot against me, and I haven't recovered the debt from you yet."

If we really want to settle the matter, this is not the only thing between them. I'm afraid I won't be able to figure it all out in my lifetime.

So why should she die like this? He even went on a killing spree before that.

"Jiaoyang." His eyes were moistened unconsciously, "Stop it."

"I'm afraid Uncle Lu called me by the wrong name. There's only Yi Fuling here, and there's no such thing as Sheng Jiaoyang." Jiaoyang raised the corner of her mouth, "What's more, the work is done, so there's no reason to give up halfway."

"Please wake up! Even when Yuan Mingqi was in power, he did not lead the Demon Cult to kill like this! You are forcing everyone, including yourself, to a dead end!"

"Everyone is going to die. The key is when to die and how to die. If I kill you all, die after all of you, and let all of you be buried with me, I think it is worth it."

Jiaoyang tilted her head, her face clear and sweet.

In the past, it was such a simple and innocent face that deceived everyone, but now it looked extremely weird.

"You" Lu Ke was secretly shocked, "you already know?"

If you practice the Blood-Destroying Demonic Art, you will not survive until the age of eighteen. She is now nearly seventeen.

"Of course I know," Jiao Yanghun said nonchalantly, with malice in her eyes, "I knew it earlier than all of you. I already knew it when I decided to practice this technique."

"Then why." His pupils trembled slightly.

"It means dying early. Because I have the confidence to finish all the things I should do in this world before that time limit. But..." She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes drooping, looking unpredictable.

"Just because of you, because of your intervention, I have an unfinished regret, so I am very angry. I can't bear such anger, and I am unwilling to do so. So, I can only use your blood to appease my regret." Angry.”