"Boss Qingluo!"
"Liu Xueyue! If you have the ability, come for us!"
"This is a class team competition, why do you separate us! You have the ability to fight in groups!"
The students of Demon Class glared at Liu Xueyue viciously, with anxious and ferocious expressions on their faces.
The students in the second class of Gaoxuan reacted from the shock, and immediately rushed towards the class of demons again.
The Demon Class was gnashing its teeth angrily, but there was no way to resist these beast-like students of the Second Class of Gaoxuan.
He could only keep shouting at the top of his voice: "Boss Qingluo! Come on! Beat that posturing woman to death!"
"Hit her! Hit her!"
The encouragement of students in Xu Shimo's class reached Ye Qingluo's ears.
Sudden…
Liu Xueyue suddenly felt that the hand that she just swung the soft whip suddenly felt a sharp pain, and then became numb to the point where she couldn't even hold the soft whip tightly.
Immediately afterwards, the soft whip was suddenly in her numb palm.
Produce violent tremors.
As if trying to break free from her palm.
Like a real soft snake, it keeps swimming.
Liu Xueyue's pupils widened suddenly, she immediately stretched out her other hand, and quickly grabbed her own wrist.
With a "click", the soft whip fell to the ground.
Liu Xueyue staggered back a few steps.
Shocked, she fixed her gaze on her wrist.
The slender fingers trembled, wanting to hold it.
But with stiff and numb fingers, they couldn't even do such a simple act as curling up.
This... what's going on here
Not only Liu Xueyue was stunned.
The onlookers all gasped.
"What happened? Why did Liu Xueyue's weapon fall to the ground?"
"Student Liu Xueyue's expression seems to be very strange, her hand... When was her hand injured, it seems that she can't move?"
"What happened? In order to pay attention to the process of the battle of the Xuanzang of the Earth Profound Ninth Grade, I didn't even blink my eyelids. What did Ye Qingluo do?"
The onlookers screamed in panic, they didn't see clearly what happened on the stage.
"Quick, look! It's classmate Ye Qingluo! There she is!"
There were sharp-eyed people in the crowd who saw Ye Qingluo, who was originally oppressed by the black air, and somehow broke free from the entanglement of the black air.
The red figure is like a night elf.
Clothes fluttering, cold as frost.
There was no emotion on that alluring face.
Calm and unflappable like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any ripples.
Her speed was extremely fast, but within a few breaths, she had already rushed to Liu Xueyue's side.
The Flame Devouring Fan in his hand unfolded directly, like a red sharp blade, directly slashing towards Liu Xueyue's back.
The ferocious profound energy spread wantonly.
Liu Xueyue tried her best to adjust her breathing, and tried her best to move her hands.
Suddenly, the voices of the crowd were heard.
She suddenly raised her heart, knowing that Ye Qingluo would definitely attack from behind.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, the arena exploded.
The sharp blade slashed straight to the ground.
The splashed gravel ruthlessly hit Liu Xueyue's body.
The white arm was scratched open by a few pieces of gravel, and blood gushed out immediately.
Liu Xueyue had exhausted all her strength by avoiding Ye Qingluo's wind blade attack.
The remaining power of profound energy hit her body.
She was unsteady and fell heavily to the ground.
There was a sharp pain all over his body.
Liu Xueyue was dripping with cold sweat, gasping for breath, enduring the severe pain, staring in Ye Qingluo's direction with her dark and ruthless eyes.
But Ye Qingluo stood in front of her expressionlessly.
On Ye Qingluo's face was an extremely mocking sneer.
"You, you dare to poison..."