"Boom boom boom—"
The fierce Xuanguang bombarded the arena to pieces.
The majestic profound energy surged like a tide.
The entire arena was swept by the hurricane in an instant, and the terrifying atmosphere permeated the surrounding area.
"Sister!" Ye Fengyu stood up suddenly, dragging the wound on her body.
He frowned in pain, gasped for air, but still stubbornly wanted to rush to the ring.
"Student Ye Fengyu, calm down!" Dong Huanglang came to the waiting area of the second class of Dixuan at some point, and stopped Ye Fengyu.
"My sister is on stage, how can I stay calm!" Ye Fengyu's pale face was enduring the severe pain.
He struggled to break away Dong Huanglang's hand, his eyes were scarlet.
He saw with his own eyes that his sister was covered by that sword formation!
if…
If those dozens of long swords hit my sister...
sister she...
Ye Fengyu didn't dare to think about it, her eyes were red and she struggled to release Dong Huanglang's hand.
Dong Huanglang held him very firmly, seeing that he was still disobedient, he simply wrapped him in his arms.
Before he hugged him tightly, Dong Huanglang's collar was pulled violently, and he was forced to let go of Ye Fengyu.
Following the pulling force, he took a few steps back and fell into a firm embrace.
A hand tightly wrapped around Dong Huanglang's waist.
A cold voice rang in my ears: "If he is going, let him go."
"Jing?" Dong Huanglang turned his head to look at the indifferent man behind him, frowned and said, "He's injured like this, if he rushes to the ring by force, he will die."
"That has nothing to do with you." Qi Yijing narrowed his cold eyes, and looked at the young man who was running towards the ring without emotion, "If he wants his sister to lose this game, he will be poached by Shangguan Liuli in the end." Go to Xuanxinyu, if a tendon is broken, then let him go."
Ye Fengyu's footsteps stopped.
The body that couldn't even stand still swayed slightly, and with all his strength, he turned his head and looked at Qi Yijing.
The young man's pale face was devoid of any blood.
Panting heavily, he stared at Qi Yijing for a while: "What do you mean?"
"Student Ye Qingluo's strength and character, as a younger brother, don't you know? Do you think she will do things that you are not sure about?"
It was rare for Qi Yijing to answer Ye Fengyu's question patiently.
Ye Fengyu was startled.
Maybe not.
Ye Qingluo will not do things that are not sure.
She always has countless plans for what she wants to do.
For example, a plan to do it.
If the plan fails, what is the way out, and so on.
She is always well planned.
"Since you trust her, just sit here quietly and wait for her."
Seeing that Ye Fengyu had calmed down, Qi Yijing grabbed Dong Huanglang's wrist and walked towards the waiting area of the second class of Dixuan.
Indistinctly, Qi Yijing's deep voice could still be heard, drifting into his ears with the wind.
He said, "Wait for her and return in triumph."
…
On the ring, the terrifying profound energy continued to expand and spread.
The smile on the corner of Zi Qianqian's mouth became more and more intense, and the murderous look in his eyes was blurred in the mysterious light.
What a super genius!
What a contract artifact, a super genius who got the dragon and returned the blood contract holy beast!
In Zi Qianqian's hands, Ye Qingluo is nothing!
Thinking of the tomb of King Ling, how Ye Qingluo arrogantly taught the people who killed the god group, how to suppress her prestige, how to make them kill the god group, and become a joke...
Even Nangong Feiran... was attracted by Ye Qingluo!