The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The entire palace swayed violently and countless pieces of gravel rolled down.

The ground sank a little bit, and the mist in the broken woods drifted in along the cracked gap.

The whole of Muyan hid behind the pillars.

But one step late, chest ache, blood sprayed out of his mouth.

“Knock, knock!!” The little yellow chickens above roared in a hurry, screaming and shouting.

But Muang's ears buzzed, his eyes blurred, he could hardly hear anything, he couldn't see.

She barely opened her eyes and watched Qin Peng walk towards herself step by step with [Ice Sword] in her hand.

At this moment, she really felt helpless despair.

If Qin Peng doesn't have the [Ice Sword], she still has the strength to barely resist.

It also relies on the skill of a theologian to strike back unexpectedly.

Now, when Qin Peng Bingpo's sword is in her hand, she has no half chance of winning.

As each sword swept out, he felt a fierce wave of repression coming down the mountain.

Briefly suppress her domain, spiritual power, and even divinity.

One sword after another, she is like a leaf canoe in a wave of terror, and can only be swept away by the waves, and can be overturned anytime, anywhere.

Qin Peng slowly walked toward Mu Yan. The ice sword in his hand was merciless and another sword was cut out.

Mu Yan hastily lifted the seven swords to resist.

But this time, all the spiritual power in her body, even her body, was completely depleted.

The seven swords could no longer be held, and under the impact of the glacial sword, they flew straight out and landed on a falling rock beside them.

Mu Yan rushed to wave to retrieve the Seven Blades.

But Qin Peng's next sword stopped her.

The sword was more directly cut on her legs.

Time, blood flowing like a note, Muang could no longer stand, kneeling on the ground.

Qin Peng gazed at the face that was already the end of the strong crossbow. The corner of his mouth raised a cruel smile: “The legend of a divine musician from across the three realms? Now it's not like a bereavement dog to die in my hands, hahahahahaha...”

A loud laugh echoes in a crumbling palace.

Perhaps that laugh is too loud.

A rock on the roof above, which was already rocking, finally couldn't hold it, swayed gently and fell down.

Very coincidentally, the stone fell in the direction of Qin Peng's head.

Qin Peng naturally wouldn't put such a stone in his eyes.

The ice sword in his hand swept freely into the air.

The stones immediately smashed into tiny pieces and splattered out.

Several pieces were shot at Muang and several fell to the ground.

From the beginning of the battle, in order to resist the erosion of the Qin Peng realm, Mu Yan did not close [Holy Hand Weaving Heaven].

So when the stone was shot at Muyan, it immediately reflected back towards Qin Peng.

If it were a whole boulder, Qin Peng would still wave his sword to resist.

But a small stone, where will Qin Peng see it?

Without even hiding, he walked to Muang at will.

Through Junmuyan's heart with a sword, taking her life?

No, not enough!

How can such a remote and easy sniper reduce his hatred?

He had to strangle the woman himself, let her die a little, twisted, painful and desperate in his own hands.

The more Qin Peng thought about it, the more excited he was. He didn't even notice how many little stones fell on his ice sword.

The cold of the Ice Sword instantly coats the stone with an indestructible frost.

He bounced at Qin Peng's feet again.