Ye Qingluo sneered and hooked his lips: "What? Are you afraid?"
She clasped her five fingers tightly, and the Flame Devouring Fan in her hand turned into a tornado of air waves, like a huge vortex.
At what time, the situation in the whole square changed.
The vortex went straight in the direction of the old man.
That strong suction made the old man's steps unsteady.
Everything around was sucked into that huge vortex.
The ground shook, cracking countless fine lines.
The old man staggered unsteadily, and his robes rattled constantly.
His hair is full of silver threads, and his teeth and claws are blowing in the wind.
"Smelly girl! The artifact and this little thing, I want it!"
The powerful profound power released by Ye Qingluo made the old man's eyes more greedy.
Immediately, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.
Facing the vortex, he raised his palm and stepped out.
The originally turbulent square became even more majestic due to the addition of the old man's profound strength.
The strong airflow continuously rises and tumbles.
"Boom—"
The two profound forces collided.
The powerful Xuan Bo seemed to destroy the world.
Ye Qing slowed down and took a step back slightly.
A treacherous smile appeared on her stunning face.
The old man's heart trembled.
Secretly said something bad!
Just about to back off.
Ye Qingluo suddenly squeezed the Flame Devouring Fan tightly, and because of the power of the divine weapon, the extremely thick profound energy was overwhelmingly suppressed.
The old man had nowhere to escape.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet, strengthen his profound strength, and resist Ye Qingluo's strength.
However, how can the old man be the opponent of the divine weapon
He strengthened his profound strength more and more.
The profound energy released from Ye Qingluo's body also gradually increased.
In an instant, the old man felt a tightness in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.
His body suddenly took a few steps back.
Without the palm wind supported by his profound strength, Ye Qingluo's divine weapon power swallowed the old man completely.
Gunpowder smoke rose everywhere, and blood splashed.
After Ye Qingluo forcibly consumed the power of this artifact, he clearly felt that something was passing by in his body.
Xuan Xinyu was also faintly hot.
This is to remind her that the power consumption is excessive.
Ye Qingluo took a deep breath, trying to calm down the restlessness in her body at this moment.
Slightly narrowing her charming eyes, she stared in the direction of the old man without blinking.
hope…
Someone who can handle this world.
The rest can be handed over to... the royal army and various forces.
As long as there is no help from the local people.
Today's dark forces can't make any waves at all.
Just when Yeqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Sudden…
A silver light flashed by.
Immediately, a big knife about two meters long was seen lying in the direction of the old man who was swallowed by the power of the divine weapon.
That big knife, glowing with a silver streamer, contained endless power.
Even Ye Qingluo was startled by the silver light and took a few steps back.
The airflow of the power of the artifact spread out at this moment.
The old man fell down in front of the big knife, his face full of shock and horror.
He seemed to be experiencing great pain and despair.
The robe on his body had already been turned into ragged pieces of cloth under the impact of profound energy.
He was covered in blood.
It's hard to tell whether it's the blood on his body.
It was still the blood on the ground, staining his body.
It took the old man a while to react.
Then, his eyes fixed on the big knife.
There was a loud "boom".
The old man was trembling all over, and knelt down towards the big knife.
He was trembling, raised his hands high, and kowtowed respectfully towards the sword...