Ye Qingling's reaction was extremely sensitive.
No…
It should be said that the reaction of the evil sword was sharp.
Whenever Ye Fengyu found Ye Qingling's own weakness to attack, the evil sword would control Ye Qingling's body to avoid it.
Ye Fengyu was not given any chance at all.
Ye Fengyu was knocked to the ground again by a sword energy.
Ye Qingluo clasped her palms tightly, her charming eyes were deep and terrifying.
She firmly suppressed the anger in her heart.
She can't stop the game.
Even if you tell the Master about the Xiejian now, it will take a long time to verify whether the Xiejian is a thing of the dark forces.
In the huge Shangxuan Pagoda, there are thousands of people, it is impossible for the master to give up the whole competition for one student.
And what if Ye Qingling went mad and killed Ye Fengyu as soon as she left
She was anxious and impatient, secretly cursing why the audience area and the ring had to be separated into two spaces.
Otherwise, she could still tell him about the evil sword.
Xu Shi sensed the anxiety in Ye Qingluo's heart.
Ye Fengyu, who fell on the ground and vomited blood, turned over suddenly.
This time, he didn't lift the knife again, and charged upward head-on.
Instead, he quickly circled behind Ye Qingling, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed Ye Qingling's sword-holding wrist.
"Could it be that the telepathy between siblings is real?" Ye Qingluo was shocked when he saw his actions.
This was exactly what she had in mind.
Ye Qingling was controlled by the evil sword to stand on the stage.
If you restrain her hand, you will control the evil sword!
Ye Qingluo stared deeply at Ye Fengyu's bloodshot face with several veins popping out of his forehead.
His face became paler and paler, and the five fingers clasped tightly around Ye Qingling's wrist tightened bit by bit.
He seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Sure enough, Ye Qingling, whose wrist was restrained, could not release his profound energy while twisting.
"This move can resist for a while, but your brother's strength is too weak. If he is entangled by the Yin Qi of the evil sword, he will be swallowed by the evil sword." Old Man Cang's worried voice came.
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips tightly.
Of course, she also understands this.
However, she believed in Ye Fengyu and his pure heart.
The evil sword wants to devour or control human beings, but it can only catch a trace of darkness in the human heart.
Ye Fengyu is a person with a pure heart.
"Want to grab my sword? Don't even think about it!"
On the arena, there was a sudden shout.
I saw Ye Qingling's arrogance soaring all over his body, and his bloodshot eyes were shining with penetrating anger.
Being entangled by Ye Fengyu and being unable to move, already upset Ye Qingling.
A mysterious yin aura spread rapidly from the long sword's body.
Ye Fengyu only felt a sharp pain in his palm, and the icy chill instantly wrapped his entire arm.
There was a corroded pain in the arm.
Immediately, Ye Qingling's figure turned into a spiral, and he turned around in the air, breaking away from Ye Fengyu's restraint.
Back kicked.
It hit Ye Fengyu's chest.
Ye Fengyu let out a muffled snort, was sent flying, and hit the edge of the ring.
This time, he fell to the ground, but couldn't get up again.
Big mouthfuls of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Xiao Yu!" Ye Qingluo hurried forward to help Ye Fengyu.
In front of him, was blocked by an invisible barrier.
She couldn't make it through, she could only watch Ye Fengyu panting heavily, his clothes were already stained red with blood.
The bright red blood made Ye Qingling laugh wildly: "You are worthy of being compared with this lady? You are just like your good-for-nothing sister, a good-for-nothing who can only kneel on the ground and bow down forever!"