Yang Qinglan jumped down from the carriage.

The car, which was still pushed forward by inertia, left a series of sparks on the ground, and finally stopped slowly.

Li Qianxia stopped the motorcycle and jumped off. The white wedding dress turned back in time and turned into blood-colored armor.

She and Yang Qinglan behind the carriage were like leopards hunting, slowly approaching the fallen carriage step by step.

Only half of the sunset was left, and the egg-yellow afterglow spread on the ground. The scene beside the railroad tracks was like a scene from a western cowboy movie.

Peng! The walrus smashed its head against the carriage and tried to squeeze out.

"You fat pig!" The penguin kicked it from inside, and the walrus popped out.

Yang Qinglan glanced at it, and the walrus flew directly towards the increasingly dark sky without landing.

"Qian Xia," she said, "hurry up."

Keeping an object out of sight under the control of "repulsion" will continue to consume her "ability".

Li Qianxia took a deep breath slowly.

The nagging Bridger, the taciturn Sivit, the Us who always hurts his legs but never screams in pain, the gentle and friendly Yin Simei, the cool old demon hunter who says 'boy', and the Fighting Wuta

Dancy, Endy, Abram...

When the sky fire comes, the muscles slowly compress.

What was squeezed out this time was not strength.

Bundles of thin and sharp flames spurted out from the gaps, and Li Qianxia felt as if her whole body was on fire.

The flames burst out suddenly, as if her eyes suddenly opened after a long sleep, jumping on her body in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

Passion, anger, and murderous intent are all intertwined and ignited by the method of visualization.

Li Qianxia was like a moth in a sea of ​​fire. Apart from the strong heat in her body, she had no other emotions.

She suddenly took a step forward, and the blood-colored steel spear flew into the air and stabbed furiously.

The scalding heat wave left the body and exploded in the car the next second. The impact was so powerful that it even formed a small mushroom cloud.

The ice wall held up by the penguins cracked with a snap.

"No!"

The flames penetrated through the cracks, like a murderer prying open the door.

Secondary development of the potential of "Picture of Divine Fire" - Moths Flying into the Flame.

Visualization ignites thoughts and turns them into real flames. The higher the emotion, the greater the power.

But just like the name of the move, a moth flies into a flame, and while keeping warm, it will also burn itself to death. You must exercise restraint when using it. Overly strong emotions and the flames that burst out will burn the user himself to ashes.

The flames gradually extinguished, and two corpses, one large and one small, lay inside. The identity cards reflected the light of the fire, and were newly buried in the black ash.

Yang Qinglan glanced towards the sky.

Peng! The walrus fell, bouncing like a ball.

Before it can remove its impact, it tries to "perform" to make everyone ignore it.

But before the neck could twist, Yang Qinglan had already stepped forward, and the Cuifeng Sword easily penetrated its hard and flexible fur and pierced its heart.

The walrus's body softened and became as lifeless as a sofa.

Yang Qinglan pulled out his sword, and the ID card popped out of the walrus' head at the same time, falling to the ground. Its belly moved, and the unconscious Edison slipped out of its mouth, with his legs still inside.

Li Qianxia walked over, but suddenly staggered, and quickly used the blood-colored steel gun to support his body.

"I have no energy left." She smiled at Yang Qinglan.

Yang Qinglan also smiled: "Me too."

The bloody armor and golden armor dissipated at the same time.

A female ghost in a black dress slowly rises from the middle of the train tracks. The ghosts of centaurs and horses, and the ghosts of hidden knife spiders come out of nothingness.

On the bodies of Penguin, Pegasus and Walrus, the transparent Penguin, Pegasus and Walrus sat up.

Li Qianxia's vagina contracted violently. She straightened her left hand, spread her fingers, and opened a gap like she was waking up from the void.

Yang Qinglan took a pill.

The sun set behind the two of them, and the last trace of the afterglow was swallowed up.
Chapter completed!