Chapter 1247 (1/2)

The virtual shadow of three Qing Yangzi suddenly took the wooden sword away and lost it on his back. At the same time, his index finger and middle finger were close together and pointed towards the huge yin-yang image. The yin-yang image immediately flew out upright and met the dense Throwing Knife.

”Peng!”

The dense flying knife stabbed the yin-yang image hard, but it couldn't pierce it. Under the operation of the extremely fast rotation of the yin-yang image, the sharp sword blinked and fell back together.

”This is...”

Looking at the sudden back stabbing, the dense Throwing Knife, gonghusong was stunned. For a moment, his mind was blank, and he even forgot to avoid.

When he recovered, the hundreds of throwing knives had stabbed him in front of his eyes.

Hiss, hiss

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing muscle tissue.

People's scalp is numb.

In the blink of an eye, gonghusong was stabbed into a sieve by the dense flying knife.

Gonghu's tall body suddenly froze in the air, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Then he smoked again.

He looked down at his body and watched a stream of red blood. Suddenly, there were too many shares, which filled his whole body.

”This is not true...”

Gonghusong muttered to himself and suddenly roared, ”Qin Yi, you can't kill me!”

He rushed frantically to Qin Yi and wanted to tear him to pieces with his bare hands.

However, he had just rushed to half, and the mysterious Qi in his body had been completely vented and could not be suspended in the air.

”Spray!”

Gonghusong suddenly fell from the air and hit the ground. He was already dead!

A generation of top strong men fell here!

”It's really not me that killed you, but yourself.”

Looking at gonghusong's body, Qin Yi sighed softly: ”gonghusong, you will never understand the sentence 'more injustice will kill yourself'.”

The people slowly fell down from the air and looked at the extremely tragic corpse of gonghusong. They all sighed.

Public households are incomparably loose. Whether on the second floor or on the third floor, they are a dominant existence, and their strength and strategy are few.

However, in the end, such an existence died under its own Throwing Knife.

This huge storm, with gonghusong killing himself, naturally came to an end completely.

For this huge storm, countless practitioners died innocently. Just in this holy refining pool, 70 or 80 people died.

Before the ”dark night” wantonly assassinated and plundered, and countless practitioners were killed.

At last, the organization ”dark night” built itself in and only survived the blood ghost and phantom.

Looking at the bodies in front of us, people were stunned. In their hearts, they felt tired.

”Well, there must be a lot of cultivation resources on these practitioners. Don't waste them. Go and loot them.”

Qin Yi touched his nose.

When all the people came back to their senses, they all looked fanatical again and began to loot.

After some looting, nearly 3000 drops of imperial liquid were looted from gonghusong alone, and nearly 1000 drops of imperial liquid were also looted from other practitioners.

A total of more than 3000 drops of emperor's liquid!