The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

Ming Qianhe was old and frail, and had no fighting power at all. When he saw Xianmo in Qingkuang's hand emitting strong invisible sound blades one after another, he couldn't help nodding frequently, showing surprise and appreciation. book>

"It seems that although Feng Qingkuang didn't get any spiritual help, but this ancient martial art of piano sound is gradually becoming more and more fluent!

It was really a correct choice to pass the Xianmo artifact to you in the first place! "

Ming Qianhe, under the protection of Qingkuang and his disciples, fought and retreated, watching the stringed notes in the hands of the little girl who was once regarded as a waste without changing his face, he knew that now Xianmo is also beginning to be true to himself. The master's hand gradually exerted its due power.

Gradually, the Beiming army was getting closer and closer to everyone, and the disciples of the Hurricane Group had entered a desperate situation with their backs against the cliff.And there are hundreds of Beiming warriors in front of him. [

Beiming Kingdom and Fengyun Kingdom have always been hostile to each other. Now that they have driven this large group of people to a desperate situation, they are even more excited. , Only for a while did not completely drive everyone to death.

"There is no way out, Commander!"

His disciples sighed in despair.Even Ming Qianhe, the old man with white beard and hair, closed his eyes peacefully at this moment, ready to die.

"Little girl! Let it go! We are outnumbered, continue to resist, the hurricane regiment under your hands must be wiped out! We are already unable to fly, no matter how strong you are, there is nothing you can do by yourself!"

Ming Qianhe sighed for a long time, indicating that there was no need to continue fighting.

However, he couldn't understand that Feng Qingkuang was definitely not someone who bowed his head so easily!

Qing Kuang's hands stopped abruptly, and he looked up at the sky. In the sky above the valley, several huge white cranes with white feathers and long, narrow and sharp beaks were circling.This is the common bird in Heming Valley.

In front of them, hundreds of soldiers from the Northern Darkness had all huddled together in a narrow valley, and in the eyes of these Northern Dark warriors, they would soon wipe out an army of nearly a hundred soldiers from the Fengyun Kingdom. How can it be a great achievement!

The time has come!

Qing Kuang secretly said something in his heart.The hands flipped quickly, and the ink-colored guqin was carried on the back again.

All the disciples and Ming Qianhe looked at it, and they were all puzzled. They thought that Qing Kuang was going to order to stop the attack, and when he surrendered, he suddenly found that Qing Kuang had already closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth.

Ming Qianhe didn't take it seriously at first, but when he suddenly realized that the woman in the black cloak in front of him was uttering a mysterious and ancient spell, he couldn't help being horrified.

Above the head, a cloud covering the sky and the sun has formed, pressing heavily into the midair of the valley.

When everyone looked up, they couldn't help but screamed loudly.

Countless white cranes, like dense snowflakes and feathers, are gathering quickly as if they have heard the order.

The narrow and sharp beak and claws are like sharp arrows and daggers in countless clouds, shining brightly.

When the hundreds of warriors in Beiming Kingdom reacted, they realized that the danger had quietly descended on their heads.

The group of cranes has already started to attack overwhelmingly, countless sharp arrows swooped down, and the targets went straight to the most vulnerable parts of the warriors...