Super Resolution System

He knew that old Qiu had no good end today. His soul had been burned by himself. Even if he had not been killed by himself, he would not have survived.

But he is now entangled in here, for a time can not get away, also can't kill old Qiu.

If the Qiu family came and were besieged by so many people, they would surely fall in this place.

Xiatiaya's face is ugly, at this time her state is not much to go, Qiu Lao so desperate attack, if there is no impact on her, it is too much a bit of a joke.

There were many scars in different depths on her body, and the shadow of the bony wing behind her was directly broken.

Old Qiu's face was a little miserable. He knew that it was impossible to kill xiatiaya today.

Old Qiu's eyes flashed a trace of deep regret. He had been waiting for such a day for so many years, but the opportunity was put in front of him, and his strength was not enough, which made him hard to swallow.

I'm afraid that even if I die like this, I won't feel at ease.

Old Qiu looked at his body and knew that he was almost at that time. If he didn't make an effort, he was afraid that he would really drink hatred.

Qiu Laoyi cut off, the long knife in his hand was raised, and thrust it fiercely into his chest.

Old Qiu's face remained unchanged in the slightest. The long knife was straight through Qiu's back. In an instant, Qiu's body seemed to be dozens of times older,.

His face is old, and his skin is tightly attached to the bone. He looks like a bag of bones. The flesh and blood on his body collapsed in an instant.

However, the long knife on old Qiu's body burst out with incomparable light at this time. With his withered arm like a branch, Qiu pulled the long knife out of his chest position,

at this time, there was no trace of blood in his body.

Standing beside Lin yaoyang, Qiu Chuji looked at Lin yaoyang in a trembling voice and said, "brother Lin, old Qiu should still be able to live for 600 years Six hundred years! Six hundred years of time, all spent on this sword

Lin yaoyang's pupils contracted slightly. Hearing Qiu Chuji's words, Lin yaoyang did not respond. He just stood still and looked at Qiu Lao in the sky.

Even the martial Saint not far away, Lin yaoyang, was already too lazy to take care of him. Anyway, the extreme cold purgatory really made this guy worried.

After drawing out which sword, Qiu Lao had a sharp light in his eyes. He looked at her without saying a word. But when she was caught by Qiu's eyes, she felt that her soul trembled a little.

She admitted that she was now afraid, was standing afraid, afraid of a weaker than their own people.

Even if this person's body is already weak and vulnerable, the thin body seems to be able to easily blow it to the wind.

But she was afraid.

She wanted to turn around and run away, but she found that she could not turn around. The light on which sword was too dazzling.