Whoosh.
Ye Yuxi's body hit the ground like a cannonball, and the place Ye Yuxi chose to stay was exactly where the seventh prince was.
The body fell quickly, and the soul-eating blade in his hand flashed with cold light.
The seventh prince, who was stunned, saw Ye Yuxi suddenly "rushing" towards him, and retreated one after another, but found that no matter how he hid, he was within the range of Ye Yuxi's attack.
not good!
Mr. Qiu glared, and glanced at the direction in which Ye Yuxi fell, and knew that he had been trapped. Ye Yuxi deliberately received his palm, but in fact he wanted to kill the seventh prince.
Boom boom boom.
Black energy surged out from Mr. Qiu's sleeves, turning into a big black hand in the air and grabbing Ye Yuxi.
Ye Yuxi paid attention to the situation behind her, her eyes turned cold, and the soul-eating blade in her hand had already been thrust out.
Snapped!
Ye Yuxi's body paused in the air.
"Caught!" Mr. Qiu's face was filled with joy. At the last moment, his huge spiritual palm grabbed Ye Yuxi's ankle.
At this time, the Seventh Prince had his back against the wall, unable to retreat, and stared at Ye Yuxi in the sky with wide eyes.
The distance between the two was half a meter, and Ye Yuxi's short knife stopped ten centimeters from the seventh prince's forehead.
Time stood still at this moment, the breeze ruffled Ye Yuxi's hair on her forehead, and Mr. Qiu controlled the giant spiritual hand with one hand in the air.
The difference between life and death is only ten centimeters.
Mr. Qiu's eyes turned cold and he waved his arms, trying to throw Ye Yuxi away.
Under the dull gaze of the Seventh Prince, a smile appeared on Ye Yuxi's charming face, and she softly uttered two words: "Shadow Blade."
puff!
A short spiritual blade extended from the tip and penetrated the seventh prince's eyebrows.
call.
Ye Yuxi's body was thrown aside heavily.
The seventh prince was nailed to the wall, his eyes still widened, his pupils lifeless, and the spiritual blade between his eyebrows slowly dissipated.
"Your Highness!" Mr. Qiu glanced at the seventh prince who lost his life in an instant, and his expression became more and more gloomy.
The seventh prince has no relationship with Mr. Qiu, but he is the puppet of the Palace of Hell in the development of the Binglan Kingdom. Once the seventh prince dies, all the previous efforts will be almost completely wasted!
Giggle.
The black cloak on Mr. Qiu's body bulged, and his whole body made a gurgling sound.
"You have to die!" Mr. Qiu looked at Ye Yuxi who was thrown a hundred meters away, his eyes filled with black.
With her worries gone, Ye Yuxi can now concentrate on fighting.
The Poison Divine Art in the body was running rapidly, and the red lines on the wings became even more intense. Inscriptions began to spread from Ye Yuxi's back and onto Ye Yuxi's cheeks.
"Mother-in-law, that Ye Yuxi seems to be using a secret technique." The young woman in the corner looked up at the battle in the air.
"Ye Yuxi is a genius. Given time, when he enters the Central Plains, his future achievements will be no less than those of you and Xiao Wu." The mother-in-law said in an extremely affirmative tone.
"Hmph." The young woman snorted slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
…
Mid-air.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
A large amount of black energy burst out of Mr. Qiu's cloak and shot toward Ye Yuxi quickly.
The black gas continued to roll in the air, and by the time it reached Ye Yuxi, it had gathered into a slender black cone.
boom!
Ye Yuxi's palm was wrapped in strange fire, and she continuously bombarded the dense black cones.
Ye Yuxi didn't know what this thing was, but what Ye Yuxi knew was that it would definitely be uncomfortable to be hit by this fishy thing!
There was a hint of pride in Mr. Qiu's eyes, and his surging mental power controlled the changes in the black energy.
He sucked down with his other hand, and the Netherworld flag stuck on the ground flew up out of thin air.