Ye Qingluo tightened her thin eyebrows and stabilized her figure in pain.
She glanced sideways at the injury on her shoulder.
A slender bloodstain is extremely obvious.
It is worthy of being the treasure of the town faction.
The power of Jing Guangjian is too powerful.
Ye Qingluo's injury caused Jing Yanyan's expression to show arrogance.
Sure enough, she guessed right.
Ye Qingluo's speed is fast, but as long as you understand Ye Qingluo's dodging habits.
She can easily subdue Ye Qingluo!
Jing Yanyan's self-confidence soared.
She clasped the Jingguang Sword tightly with five fingers, and once again slashed at Ye Qingluo's face like cutting through the wind and waves.
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips tightly, and there was a hint of interesting meaning in the expression in her eyes.
"Ye Qingluo, go to hell!" Jing Yanyan slashed with her long sword, and said viciously.
The corners of Ye Qingluo's lips raised slightly, and he suddenly turned over.
The fire-like long skirt rose lightly.
With the Flame Devouring Fan in his hand, profound energy burst forth.
The coquettish red awn is printed against the fiery long skirt.
It complements Ye Qingluo's stunning face, like a blooming rose at night, exuding an intoxicating charm.
Jing Yanyan's cold eyes dimmed.
"The beauty trick is useless to me!"
She snorted softly, disdainful of Ye Qing falling at this juncture, and trying to use beauty tricks.
She is a woman, not a man.
For Ye Qingluo's face exuding fatal temptation.
She doesn't have any feelings of pity and sympathy.
"Beauty tricks? Don't disgust me. With your face, I can't use beauty tricks." Ye Qingluo smiled sweetly, her pink lips raised a strange arc.
The next moment, the feather fan in Ye Qingluo's hand flipped.
A red ribbon shot out from her cuff.
The red ribbon is like a burning dragon.
Ye Qingluo unfolded the Flame Devouring Fan at the same time, and profound energy burst out.
The hurricane was released from the flame fan, split Jing Yanyan's sword in an instant, and wrapped Jing Yanyan in it.
"Small tricks!"
Jing Yanyan scolded softly, her cold eyes swept over the oncoming hurricane and red silk.
When she moved her long sword, her sword moves were fierce and unstoppable.
In just a moment, the layer of red silk covering her body was split to pieces.
Red silk rags spread across the horizon.
Jing Yanyan proudly raised her chest, with a smug expression on her face: "Ye Qingluo, you want to compete with this sect leader? You're overthinking yourself!"
As soon as the words fell, Jing Yanyan felt a chill run down her spine.
Beside my ear, a sweet voice floated from a close distance: "Really? Head of Ten Scenes, it's a pity... I learned how to use your voice."
Jing Yanyan's face turned serious, and she avoided Ye Qingluo's attack range as quickly as possible.
She was horrified by Ye Qingluo's reaction ability and Ye Qingluo's astonishing speed.
have to admit.
This Ye Qingluo's talent is much stronger than Ye Qingqian who she thinks is a genius!
Back then, why did she fall in love with that trash Ye Qingqian
Instead of ignoring the real genius
However, until now, Jing Yanyan has no chance to regret it.
In any case, as a direct disciple of the Ten Scenery Sect, she absolutely cannot tolerate being bullied by outsiders.
There was a "hiss" sound of tearing cloth.
The cloth on Jing Yanyan's shoulders was ripped apart.
Startled, she quickly raised Jing Guangjian and counterattacked at her shoulder.
"Clang clang—"
Jing Guangjian slashed across the air, bursting out with a strong mysterious light.
It was only then that Jing Yanyan discovered that it was the silver thread in Ye Qingluo's Fan that tore her clothes.
The silver thread is like a slender snake, limp and weak, wrapping around the Shangjing lightsaber.