Throughout the belly of Brahma, it is naturally the wooden stick rifle in the hand of Qinglong. The rifle passed through his abdomen, leaving a dark blood hole, and the blood inside the blood constantly rushing to the outside, all of them, and soon the Brahma clothes were infested with bright red, and the ground was also left. Ground.

Such a huge injury is naturally fatal.

Even if it is a congenital master, there is almost no rescue in the face of such an injury, and can only wait for death.

Therefore, Brahma immediately fell to the ground. In less than two minutes, he fell to the ground, lying on his limbs and looking at the sky. At this time, his eyes are still full of incredulousness. It seems that he is still thinking about the fight. He has not yet figured out what he is doing and was killed by Qinglong.

He is also an innate master of integrity, and there is no falsehood in his cultivation. Moreover, he had already played against Sugawara Bu Chuan before, and Sugawara Bu Chuan could not do anything with him.

But how did he get to Qinglong here, and he was so completely defeated?

He showed the strongest and most exquisite martial arts in the three apostles. They have all been three-headed and six-armed. As a result, all the means have become paper tigers in front of Qinglong. This ordinary field that looks plain and plain, with a burning fire. The stick will make him a transparent!

"Why? Why? Why!" Brahma kept chanting this sentence, but he really couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to believe that he would die here today.

He also wants to turn defeat into victory, a snow that was shameful years ago.

His previous attack did not play a role, but also brought a wound to Qinglong, even if it was a little bit worse, he would be able to take a break from the neck of Qinglong.

However, the difference is a little bit, that is, a little bit worse.

The so-called difference is a thousand miles. This sentence is suitable for martial arts. He seems to be able to kill Qinglong a little bit, but Qinglong has successfully killed him. The difference in their strength is also a little bit.

But this is not the case. He is very clear about the difference in strength between him and Qinglong. This gap. Nothing is smaller than when she was defeated by Qinglong.

"Ultimate... or you won." The abdomen was penetrated, and eventually the blood in the body began to come out into Brahma's mouth because of breathing. Soon his mouth was filled with plasma.

Intermittently said this sentence, in an angry look that is full of unwillingness. The strongest master of the three countries, the lion and Ovelia came to the island of Brahma for half a month and died.

When the Lion King saw Brahma dying, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. This also included the Apostle, the Holy Seeker who had been seriously wounded and lost his fighting power.

This is half a month. Brahma is like chasing soul locks. It has been firmly chasing behind them, and there is no peace in a moment. There is a danger of losing life at any time.

Now, this danger has finally been lifted.

Looking at the wounded flesh and blood on the left shoulder of Qinglong, the Lion King walked over and asked: "Does your injury not matter?"

Qinglong’s face shook his head and he said, “I’m not sure about it.”

The Lion King took a lot of glances and found that the injury of Qinglong was indeed looking very serious. In fact, it is not so deep, it is just a skin injury, so I let go of my heart.

"I see you haven't changed your character over the years. I thought that you have been a weed priest for so many years, and you will become truly the same as the old man." The lion couldn't help but tease. "And, how are you so powerful? According to the news I got, you have entered the level of the innate master, but it is only two or three years. The cultivation at the level of strength is not high. How can you stick Brahma? Give you a death?"

"When one day you step into the innate level. You will know." Qinglong said.

"How do I feel like this sentence is what the elders said when they were practicing the younger generation?" The Lion King was a bit uncomfortable.

Qinglong did not drink the lion to make a joke, but his face became more serious than ever before, and he was more serious than when he killed Brahma.

Eyes first sight is not too far away, the face is already gloomy, and the situation is not so good. I don’t know what I’m thinking about. Then he moved to the old acquaintance and old rival of Liu Shengzong.

For Liu Shengzong, Qinglong has no hatred of Brahma. Although the two were considered to be rivals at the beginning, there was no time to ignite the contradictions, and they did not get to the point of endless death.

"You just seem to be asking... Is there any death in the snow?" Qinglong’s eyes stayed on Liu Shengzong’s moment for a few seconds before he asked.

"Yes."

"What do you mean by this sentence? It’s well known that Yu Xue died that year. When you saw that Xue Xue was dead in the hands of Sugawara Buddhism, how could you ask such a ridiculous question?" Road.

His eyes are full of disdain and don't believe. But the deepest part of his eyes has an excitement and expectation.

It seems that he is looking forward to what Liu Shengzong said is true, not fake.

Aoki Yuki did not die. What they saw was only an illusion, or something magical happened later, which made Aoki snow fall to life.

For many years, Qinglong has not been in contact with the outside world. He has been at the foot of Maoshan to be his wild grass priest. Even Tiger King has made countless wine collections. He has not seen it before. The root cause is not because he still hasn't let go of Aoki Snow?

"I thought so at the beginning. But later, someone saw the whereabouts of the snow in Mount Fuji, and indeed did see a big living person. Of course, as well as her body shape and temperament, the other party has a percent ** Ten possibilities." Liu Shengzong said.

Qinglong pressed the emotions deep in his eyes to his heart. He frowned and asked: "There are many people who look similar in the world. Is it wrong?"

"Yes, there are a lot of people in the world who look like each other. Maybe they are exactly the same. But..."

Liu Shengzong said that he stopped here and turned to look at the original biography of Suwon. He continued to ask: "But it is also a man of the rivers and lakes, who has repairs and walks with Sugawara Bu Chuan. Is it?"

The body of Sugawara Buji trembled invisibly, but still half-folded his eyes, but sneer expressed disdain and did not speak.

But at this time, Qinglong’s repressed emotion in his heart was finally unbearable. He snorted and handed a trick, and the wooden stick rifle inserted into the trunk flew back into his hand.

He held a long gun stick with blood and watched Liu Shengzong say coldly: "I ask you, where is the snow now?!"

[Well, the fourth is still done! It’s almost three o’clock in the morning, sleepy~

Say a group of books: 941, 606, 97, interested book friends can add. 】(To be continued.)