Ye Qingluo was vigilant, and immediately unfolded the Flame Devouring Fan, and a hurricane was rolled up to block him.
Immediately, his body sank, and he used his footwork to quickly get out of the attack range of the emperor's grandma.
The hurricane shines with a coquettish red light.
The surrounding air is also entwined under the rotation of the hurricane.
It directly brought up an overwhelming, billowing air wave.
"boom-"
The hurricane collided with the imperial palace's grandma's offensive.
The surrounding air waves are surging.
Even though Ye Qingluo was out of the attack range, his arm was still cut by the air wave.
Blood gushed out immediately.
Ye Qingluo's figure retreated more than ten meters.
"Sister!" Limao lay on Qiqi's back, weakly calling Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo stabilized her figure, looking forward with piercing eyes, and the grandma of the emperor's palace who was letting out a sneering sneer, her brows and eyes were solemn.
She didn't have extra time to look at her injuries.
Grandma Di Gong made her next attack, and directly attacked Ye Qingluo's body.
No mercy at all.
The imperial grandma's attack was swift and fierce, and the waves of air that it brought up seemed to destroy the world.
Wherever he went, the ground shattered, revealing a long chasm.
Ye Qingluo gritted his teeth, fused the artifact with his own power, and tried his best to avoid the attack of the emperor's grandma.
And in his mind, he constantly analyzed the offensive of the emperor's grandma and tried to crack it.
It's just that the gap between the Xuan ranks doesn't turn defeat into victory just by using divine weapons.
Ye Qingluo's evasion, and the act of finding an opportunity to counterattack the emperor's grandma.
In the eyes of the emperor's grandma, it was simply a dying struggle.
Even a small Mysterious Earth practitioner can control the power of a divine weapon.
so what
The owner of the artifact is a waste.
Can you still count on the artifact to turn trash into a genius
But after a few tricks, Ye Qingluo's body was already covered with large and small wounds.
A bluish-white courtyard uniform had already been dyed red.
Even the standing delicate body is a little crumbling.
Blood slowly dripped down her body.
Ye Qingluo wiped away the blood overflowing from her lips, and looked at the emperor's grandma coldly with her charming eyes, without any intention of giving in.
Under the turbulent air waves, if you look closely.
It can be seen vaguely that in Ye Qingluo's charming eyes, a touch of seductive red light is faintly appearing.
The emperor's grandma glanced at Ye Qingluo contemptuously, then turned to look at Fengling again: "Xiaoling, are you satisfied?"
Ye Qingluo, who was dripping with blood, definitely looked no less injured than Feng Ling.
Feng Ling was overjoyed.
However, when she saw the blood-stained but still beautiful face, a trace of jealousy flashed in Feng Ling's eyes: "Grandma! Destroy her face, and see what she will use to seduce other people when she arrives in the underworld." hell!"
"Okay! Grandma will ruin her face." The emperor's grandma complied with Feng Ling's request lovingly.
Immediately turned around, looking at the crumbling Ye Qingluo, like an evil ghost seeking his life, with a cold and cruel look in his eyes.
The cloak danced, and the black robe tilted.
A hand that was as dry as a dead branch protruded from the cloak.
The frightening fingers flashed, and the five fingers showed a section of sharp nails.
Like a sharp blade, it shone with a icy cold light.
"Whoosh—"
With a sound of breaking through the air, the figure of the emperor's grandma approached in the direction of Ye Qingluo.
And brought a tyrannical profound energy to attack it!
Ye Qingluo's footwork was immediately displayed.
However, no matter how she avoided it, the figure of the emperor's grandma would follow her everywhere.
Raising her hand, Grandma Emperor's sharp nails slashed straight down on Ye Qingluo's face...