In Feng Ling's eyes.
Ye Qingluo is just a profound practitioner of the fourth grade of the Earth Profound Realm, a little girl who only knows how to show off her might.
But…
After fighting so many moves, she couldn't touch Ye Qingluo's clothes!
How can this make Fengling feel so embarrassed
This is a disgrace to Feng Ling!
A strong anger shot out from Feng Ling's eyes.
The profound energy all over his body expanded more and more.
The surrounding air waves formed a vortex.
It seems that if you get closer, you will be directly strangled by the vortex.
The two silks and satins in the wind chime sleeves also became more aggressive.
Like two poisonous snakes, they kept scurrying, spitting out their scarlet tongues towards Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo is good at observation.
The surrounding terrain has been razed to the ground by the wind chime.
She can only rely on her precise calculation ability to break the wind chime's offensive.
Start with the confrontation with the wind chime.
Ye Qingluo felt that Fengling's offensive was strong, but it had a fatal flaw.
And this shortcoming, Feng Ling herself is also aware of it.
He tried his best to hide his weakness.
Feng Ling's offensive is fierce and extremely lethal.
However, once she launches an offensive, she cannot defend.
That is.
When the wind chimes attacked Ye Qingluo.
And Ye Qingluo took the opportunity to fight Fengling face to face. Fengling couldn't defend itself and was easily attacked.
Moreover, at this time, Ye Qingluo had completely grasped the routine and rhythm of Fengling's attack with extreme precision.
The attack power of the wind chime and the speed of the silk satin were roughly analyzed in my mind as quickly as possible.
Afterwards, Feng Ling's attack became more and more fierce.
Ye Qingluo was almost unscathed, and easily avoided it.
So, fighting or something, sometimes you have to rely on your brain.
Xuan Jie couldn't fight it.
Use your brains!
This wind chime, dare to miss her man!
It's time to fight!
Ye Qingluo snorted coldly, and an extremely cold arc flashed between his brows and eyes: "Miss Feng, no matter how high the Xuan steps are, no matter how good the starting point is, no matter how close you are, Ah Xuan is not the man you can imagine."
"He... only belongs to me, Ye Qingluo!"
As soon as the words fell, Ye Qingluo's figure turned into a strange afterimage.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared before Feng Ling's eyes.
Ye Qingluo's words made Fengling's eyes flash with a fierce light.
"Ye Qingluo! I think you are impatient!"
Waves of blue air burst out of Feng Ling's body, like overwhelming mountains and seas, gathering on the silk and satin of his arms.
Immediately, everything around seemed to be covered by Bi Haitao.
"What's the use of being fast! I'll block all your actions!" Feng Ling sneered, no matter how fast Ye Qingluo was, she was still not afraid!
In the air, there was the sound of the hurricane colliding with the blue waves.
It was like a burst of mournful howls of evil spirits.
"I'll let you know how fast... how deadly it is." Qing Ling's sweet laughter fell like pearls on a plate.
Feng Ling suddenly suffocated.
because…
This voice is close at hand.
Right on her…
behind!
Feng Ling looked horrified, turned around quickly, and wanted to slap a palm wind with his backhand.
However, Ye Qing fell faster than her.
That feather fan with a coquettish red awn glowed dazzlingly in the pupils of the wind chimes.
A powerful force twisted in the air.
Straight towards her chest, the impact came.
"ah-"
A scream came from Feng Ling's mouth.
Immediately, the whole person bounced out like an arrow from the string.
Blood, in full bloom in mid-air.
Feng Ling's delicate body fell heavily to the ground.