At this time, there were some ice picks in the wind ball.
He couldn't defend himself at all, his clothes were torn and dripping with blood.
Long Aotian frowned, but he kept swinging the Golden Dragon Sword in his hand, even though he gradually became weak.
"Do you still think she has five spiritual roots?"
Yuwen Donghai laughed.
Although this girl is not from their family, I heard that the boy Wuji has made friends with her.
At this time, seeing the people of the Luo family feeling deflated, not to mention how good they felt.
He had previously judged Song Qingqing to be a middle-aged man with five spiritual roots. The look on his face now was not to mention how ugly it was.
Yuwen Donghai is a powerful Nascent Soul, so naturally he is not someone to flirt with.
But at this time, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "There are really many wonders in this world."
"Ancestor, what kind of spiritual root does this woman have?"
The young man standing behind Yuwen Donghai asked a little doubtfully.
"Not only can she flexibly use the five spiritual roots of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, she also has mutated wind spiritual roots and ice spiritual roots..."
The young man who spoke looked at the center of the field and suddenly stopped talking.
On the field, there was still some noise, but at this time everyone forgot to speak.
They all stared with their eyes wide open...
Watching intently.
I saw that Song Qingqing suddenly held a ball of thunder and lightning in his hand, and the ball was glowing with light of thunder and lightning.
But now Long Aotian was entangled by wind balls, and those wind balls were still mixed with ice blades.
With the wind, the ice blade also began to drip.
Long Aotian was already beyond his capabilities at this time. Seeing that the lightning ball in Song Qing's hand was about to hit him, he had no power to resist at all.
"Long Aotian, do you admit defeat?"
Song Qingqing had a smile on his lips.
But in Long Aotian's eyes, this smile was a sarcastic smile.
Why, after a battle, he was so embarrassed by this witch that he ran out of spiritual energy.
I can't even get close to this witch! !
There was strong anger in Long Aotian's eyes.
Would rather die than surrender! !
He, Long Aotian, would never admit defeat. He would rather die than bow his head in front of this bitch.
Song Qingying's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule. Anyway, she had already said beforehand that if a lightning ball hits him, his death or injury will have nothing to do with her.
At that moment, she gently threw away her fingers, and the ball of thunder and lightning hit Long Aotian's body.
Long Aotian's eyes widened. He knew that he couldn't dodge. If this ball of thunder and lightning hit him, he would definitely die.
If you die in the hands of this witch, the sky will be blind! !
He closed his eyes with hatred, waiting for the moment of death.
"Senior brother..."
Suddenly, the junior sister's shout came to my ears, and then there was an unpleasant burning smell under my breath.
Suddenly, Long Aotian seemed to have thought of something. He opened his eyes and suddenly saw his junior sister lying in front of him.
At this time, it has become a piece of coke, and the original delicate appearance can still be seen.
"Junior sister..."
Long Aotian let out a heartbreaking cry. He knelt down and wanted to touch the junior sister's body, but there was still the sound of sizzling electricity above the charred coals.