Games, indeed games.
To Ye Qingluo, this is a game, a... cat and mouse game.
It will definitely taste better if the mice are fattened up before eating.
Everyone saw Ye Qingluo playing Ye Qingling like a mouse on the ring.
Ye Qingling, who was controlled by the evil sword, constantly released sword energy, sword moves, and the entire arena was filled with billowing mysterious yin energy.
But every time he was about to hit Ye Qingluo, the next second, Ye Qingluo was no longer in front of his eyes.
In the next second, Ye Qingluo appeared behind Ye Qingling.
There will always be something left on Ye Qingling.
Ye Qingling, who was dripping with blood, flowed drop by drop to his right arm and was sucked up by the evil sword.
After drinking the blood of the evil sword, the evil energy became more and more violent.
He completely regarded Ye Qingling as his own food, and the speed of absorbing it was also accelerated a lot.
Not long after, Ye Qingling's face turned pale and frightening.
Even the originally plump red lips became pale and shriveled, which was particularly pervasive.
After about half a cup of tea, Ye Qingluo stopped playing.
She raised her eyebrows, showing a righteous expression on her face: "Fourth sister, I promised you that I would save your life, and I will not break my promise."
If the evil sword drank Ye Qingling's blood again, Ye Qingling's body would be devoured by the evil sword to nothing.
"I'm tired after playing for so long. It's time to end this game." The sneer in the corner of her eyes grew stronger, and her cold voice sounded leisurely.
The woman in red had a very shallow sneer on the corner of her mouth, and a pair of charming eyes glowed coldly.
The feather fan in her hand was constantly spinning at high speed at her plain fingertips.
The coquettish red light blended with the profound energy.
Fire dragons rolled up one after another, overwhelming Ye Qingling.
Ye Qingling couldn't feel the pain at all, and under the control of the evil sword, he rushed towards the fire dragon with his whole body.
The evil sword slashed down horizontally, gathering a scalp-numbing yin energy.
That sword energy split the fire dragon that Ye Qingluo condensed.
The whole person, like an arrow leaving the string, rushed straight.
That momentum is fierce and fast!
The people in the audience watched with exclamations, one by one shouting to tell Ye Qingluo to be careful.
But Ye Qingluo stood there calmly, letting the evil sword approach.
That cold and arrogant aura that looked down on the world was no less inferior to Emperor Moxuan.
The evil sword is approaching the front door.
Ye Qingluo's feather fan suddenly lifted, and happened to pinch the sword.
The red light flickered and immediately wrapped around the evil sword.
Under the control of the evil sword, Ye Qingling tried to retreat with all her strength.
But the feather fan was like a suction cup, it sucked the sword so tightly that it couldn't move at all.
"Ah... ah..." Ye Qingling became anxious, and let out a hoarse roar, which was very much like the howling of a wild animal.
The expression on his face was also distorted and hideous.
Ye Qingluo narrowed her winking eyes, clasped the five fingers of the feather fan, and retracted it suddenly...
The feather fans are closed.
Just hearing a "click", the evil sword broke when the feather fan was closed...
Almost in an instant, the cold air on the ring quickly disappeared.
The evil sword fell on the shattered arena, losing all its brilliance, like half a piece of rusted iron.
At the same time, Ye Qingling, who was suspended high in the air, fell straight down and landed hard on the ring.
"Old man, is there any way to return the energy absorbed by the Xuanyin Sword back to Ye Qingling?" Ye Qingluo narrowed his eyes and asked in his heart.
Old Man Cang was surprised: "You want to save her?"
"From the very beginning, she was never intended to die."