"Ye Fengru, you are dirty, don't think everyone is as dirty as you."
The young man's immature voice was full of cold killing intent, and he spoke word by word.
Ye Fengru was startled, raised his head stiffly, and looked not far away at the young man riding on the back of a black leopard beast with a long sword in his hand.
The boy's aura is majestic, and the navy blue Zhuang Zhou's brocade robe is flapping in the strong wind, making a sound of hunting.
Suddenly, Ye Fengru had an ominous premonition that spread in his heart.
"My sister is right in saying that a person's heart is dirty, and everything he looks at is dirty."
Ye Fengyu said coldly, "I really want to verify the truth of this sentence. Ye Fengru, let me dig out your heart and see if your... heart is not dirty."
The voice just fell.
Ye Fengyu's figure had already appeared in front of Ye Fengru.
He raised his long sword and pointed at Ye Fengru: "Do you know why I didn't kill you now? Because... I want to torture you."
He spoke very slowly, one word at a time, and enunciated very clearly.
The long sword in his hand scratched Ye Fengru's skin little by little.
There was a faint stinging pain from the cold touch.
There was warm liquid, oozing from the sting.
Ye Fengru didn't dare to move, and looked at Ye Fengyu with eyes full of horror.
It seemed unbelievable that the domineering young man in front of him, who looked like a devil, could be his soft-hearted, stupid and stupid Ye Fengyu
It's him…
Stimulated Ye Fengyu's growth
Ye Fengru was not allowed to think about other things, and there was no way out.
Ye Fengyu's tormenting sword had already landed on him.
Powerless to resist.
Suffering.
...
After Ye Qingluo was injured, he fought more and more bravely.
Out of more than a hundred people in black, there were only about sixty left.
On the ground, there were corpses lying all over the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground.
The remaining sixty or so people became more and more frightened the more they tried their hearts.
At this time, they are full of shit!
Why is this girl so perverted
One person, just one person, Nima killed half of them!
This girl is as cunning as a loach. More than a hundred people tried to catch her, but they couldn't catch her.
The point is, the fan in the girl's hand is so weird and terrifying!
Between opening and closing, there will always be one or two people who will fall straight down.
They didn't understand until they died.
How the hell did they die.
They finally understood why the lord sent so many people to arrest a fifteen-year-old girl.
More than sixty people did not dare to act rashly.
Ye Qingluo squeezed the Flame Devouring Fan tightly, scanning her surroundings vigilantly.
That stunningly beautiful face was extremely pale.
Sweat dripped down his forehead.
She tensed her body and emotions, not daring to relax in the slightest.
In the eyes of the sixty men in black, Ye Qingluo's face was calm, and it was obvious that he could fight another few hundred rounds.
But Ye Qingluo knew it herself.
Her strength is almost exhausted.
She's just a human being, a mortal human being.
In the face of so many profound practitioners from other planes.
It's already amazing that she can last until now.
She couldn't reveal the fact that she had exhausted her strength.
She can't give the other party any chance to take advantage of!
More than sixty men in black gradually narrowed the area surrounding Ye Qingluo.
They exchanged glances with each other.
It cannot be delayed any longer.
The longer they stay in the lower realm, the more likely they will be discovered by the historians of heaven.