The Dark Lord clenched the bone sword in his hand.
The mysterious yin energy is still flowing.
He sneered fiercely, he no longer wanted to entangle with Ye Qingluo, and rushed towards Ye Qingluo with his sword: "Little container, you have successfully angered me!"
"If you can see the dark artifact, you should die in peace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed in front of Ye Qingluo.
The bone sword in his hand flashed with a sharp and cold light.
A sneer appeared on Ye Qing's blood-colored pupils.
Although one of her feet is broken, it doesn't mean that she will be subject to the Lord of Darkness.
Dark artifact
so what
Anyone who dares to hurt her and wants to poach her Xuanxinyu will die!
Seeing the oncoming black long sword, Ye Qingluo raised the Flame Devouring Fan fearlessly, with two silver threads drawn out from his fingertips, and entwined towards the black long sword.
The silver wires turned into sharp blades that cut iron like mud.
After wrapping up the long sword, Ye Qingluo retreated immediately.
A long silver thread stretched out a long line between the two of them.
The black long sword is full of sword qi, and the mysterious yin qi is inflated wantonly.
Under the twining of the silver wire, there was a buzzing sound.
The stretched silver thread also began to tremble.
A tyrannical Xuanyin Qi began to spread along the silver thread of the black long sword.
For a moment, the two stretched silver threads were filled with thick black air.
They rushed towards the direction of Ye Qingluo quickly.
Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes, and flicked her slender fingers.
The two silver threads shrank back immediately.
The moment he left the black long sword again.
The Xuanyin Qi suddenly dissipated.
only…
The moment when she withdrew the silver thread.
A sinister smile flashed in the dark king's eyes.
He raised the black long sword in his hand and swung it out like a rainbow.
Senhan's sword qi, carrying the aura of profound heart, swept everything in front of him like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.
What kind of power is this
She couldn't detect it at all.
That sword energy was too flamboyant, too majestic.
Ye Qingluo stretched out his figure, suspended in the air.
From the huge wound on his chest, clusters of dazzling red lights gushed out one after another.
Ye Qingluo stared at the surrounding eyes, and the red light became more and more strange.
A powerful profound force erupted from her body.
Intertwined with the sword light that lingers with mysterious Yin Qi.
The blood-stained robe was raised in the strong wind.
The blue hair is on the shoulders, dancing wildly.
In the huge wound on his chest, there was a surge of... majestic and vast power.
She will never let the Lord of Darkness have any power to fight back!
She wants to dominate this battle!
Looking at the oncoming sword light.
Ye Qingluo suddenly closed his eyes.
But at this moment, the palm of the hand is constantly changing into phantoms.
The Flame Devouring Fan also danced quickly under her movements.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingluo paused.
The Flame Devouring Fan unfolded between her hands.
As Ye Qing fell, the palm wind came out.
The Flame Devouring Fan immediately turned into a spinning top, and quickly moved towards the sword light.
The moment the Flame Devouring Fan collided with the sword light.
At this moment, the surrounding air oscillated into bursts of air waves, like ripples, spreading out round and round.
The two powers are comparable!
The Dark Lord's heart trembled suddenly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
His dark bone sword, unexpectedly... Can't break through the defense line of this container
How can it be
This container actually resisted his offensive
No!
no!
He can no longer consume the container!
There was too much blood oozing from the chest.
He forcibly pulled the bone sword away again.
This body can't last long.
He must do it quickly!
A look of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the Dark Lord.