Chapter 287 (1/2)

”It's you?” Yan Qingyang went to Shanglu, stopped and looked at him. ”It's you and Luo Xing who jointly poisoned mingling and framed me, right?”

Shanglu sneered and said in a loud voice: ”Yan Qingyang, there has never been a kind of poison that can break the heart! Hum, three more days? You know that Yun Hua Zong, immortal Chidan and immortal Yuping, have already left for Longqi city. That's why you delay time, isn't it? ”

Yan Qingyang frowns. Are real Yuping and real Chidan coming to Longqi city? Why?

Before waiting for her to think more, suddenly, Shanglu was caught by a hand and threw it away. At the same time, a face full of anger appeared in front of Yan Qingyang.

It is the autumn of Ming Dynasty.

”Yan Qingyang!” The bright autumn Ye angrily drinks a, ”you as expected are delaying time!”

As soon as Ming Qiuye's big sleeve is thrown away, a strong wind blows at Yan Qingyang. Yan Qingyang is shocked and goes back quickly. Where Ming Qiuye can let her run, she rolls up Yan Qingyang with a roll of her sleeve, and then throws Yan Qingyang to the ground with an effort.

With a bang, Yan Qingyang's five zang organs rolled over and his whole body was in great pain.

”Master minglou, show mercy!” Longyuan comes and shouts that he is going to stop mingqiuye. The friar in blue follows mingqiuye and greets him. Although his accomplishments are no better than Longyuan, he can resist a few breath, which is enough for mingqiuye to kill Yan Qingyang.

”Master minglou, it's not me. Mingling was poisoned!” Yan Qingyang held back the pain and cried out.

At this time, Murong Yan and Ying Li rush to see the scene. Should leave one Leng, the hand tightly grasped the belt again, the color of hesitation flashed in the eye.

”There is no such poison at all. Yan Qingyang is lying. She is procrastinating!” Shanglu said leisurely.

”How dare you argue!” Ming Qiuye drank, raised his hand, and said, ”today, I'll let you and my ling'er have the same heart broken!” Having said that, he hit Yan Qingyang's chest with fierce palm wind.

Yan Qingyang has long been suppressed by the pressure. Murong Yan is shocked. He brushes a glass umbrella and blocks it in front of Yan Qingyang. Unfortunately, Yan Qingyang doesn't even have a glass umbrella. He is suppressed by Ming Qiuye and can't move. He has to watch the palm turn into a giant palm.

With a click, Murong Yan's glass umbrella was hit. It broke in an instant, and the glass fragments fell to the ground. Without a pause, the giant palm continued to press down on Yan Qingyang.

With a bang and a puff, Yan Qingyang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

At the moment, she felt that her internal organs were broken and numb with pain.

”Why?” Mingqiuye surprised called a, ”not dead?”