Flame Devouring Fan, broken...
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank slightly.
His eyes were full of reflections, on the cracked Flame Devouring Fan.
Subconsciously, I wanted to take the Flame Devouring Fan back.
How could Zi Qianqian let her go easily, let go of the Flame Devouring Fan
"I ruined my most cherished hair, and I also ruined your most cherished weapon!" Zi Qianqian gritted her teeth ferociously, and injected all her profound energy into the Tian Ling staff in an instant.
The black air suddenly appeared.
With a "click", the strong coercion of the Tian Ling Staff directly broke the Flame Devouring Fan.
The enchanting flame-eating fan broke into two pieces.
The entire Xilan Square was completely silent.
The eyes of the onlookers were fixed on the two of them.
The sound of the Flame Devouring Fan falling into the ring was exceptionally clear.
"Ye Qingluo, go to hell!" Zi Qianqian's beautiful eyes grew colder, she raised her jaw arrogantly, and a smug smile curled up on the corner of her mouth.
Holding up the Tian Ling staff, she hit Ye Qingluo's head with the last burst of profound energy...
"boom-"
With a loud noise, a petite figure flew out of the air.
A magic staff glowing with black air rolled several times in the air and landed on the ground.
A petite body hit the side of the staff heavily.
That's right, it's the ground.
On the ground outside the arena.
It was night clear.
The moment Zi Qianqian clenched her sky silk stick and threw it at her, Ye Qing's cold eyes suddenly appeared.
He lifted his foot and kicked directly on Zi Qianqian's abdomen.
"Thousands!"
"Deputy Head!"
On the side of the God-killing mercenary group, a group of people immediately stood up and rushed towards Zi Qianqian.
Nangong Lin helped Zi Qianqian up, she was so distressed that she was about to cry: "Sister Qianqian, are you all right, are you all right..."
Zi Qianqian was still in a daze.
The viscera and six internal organs were in severe pain, as if they were about to be torn apart.
Seeing that Zi Qianqian's face was pale, Nangong Lin glared at Ye Qingluo furiously, and cursed: "Ye Qingluo, you bastard! It's just a competition, do you deserve such a ruthless hand? If it wasn't for my sister Qianqian, Now you have killed them all in the ring!"
On the ring, the woman standing alone with her head down was silent.
The air waves around her rolled up her black hair, but they couldn't take away the icy aura emanating from her body.
"Don't think that if you beat my sister Qianqian secretly, you really won! Just wait for me!" Seeing that she didn't speak, Nangong Lin even accused her unforgivingly.
The wrist was ruthlessly pulled tightly by Nangong Feiran.
Just as Nangong Feiran was about to speak, she scolded Nangong Lin to shut up.
Suddenly, a cold gaze swept over.
It actually made them feel the air-conditioning invade all over their bodies, and a sense of coldness climbed up from the soles of their feet.
Those eyes were as cold as sharp knives, full of murderous intent.
Undisguised murderous intent.
Even among the onlookers, those who are used to killing and slaughtering, could not help but tremble when they saw this look.
"You, you..." Nangong Lin was so frightened that her legs became weak and she collapsed on the ground.
A pair of stubborn eyes full of disgust stared at Ye Qingluo fiercely.
It took a while to find my voice: "What do you want to do! Now this is the scene of the class confrontation match, what do you want to do to us?"
Ye Qingluo chuckled softly, that laughter was ethereal and sweet.
But mixed with a cold chill, it seemed to be the voice from hell.
The smile on the corner of her lips is so charming.
"Zi Qianqian, a student of the Divine Class, the deputy head of the Killing God Mercenary Group, and a profound practitioner of the seventh-rank realm of Profound Sky..."
She spoke Zi Qianqian's message word by word.