As she spoke, she looked at the long sword in the hands of the Second Palace Mistress meaningfully.
The second palace lord's eyes were filled with emotions, and his ecstatic eyes were wide open: "How do you know that this weapon is not my palace's weapon!?"
Ye Qingluo shook the Flame Devouring Fan, pressing against his chin: "The long sword has a wide body and a thick hilt, and there is too much dirty bloody smell on it... It doesn't look like a weapon used by women."
She raised her eyebrows, and continued firmly: "This long sword should be given to the Second Palace Master by someone who values the Second Palace Master, to protect the Second Palace Master..."
Just now, the Second Palace Master was suspended in mid-air.
When creating all kinds of powerful coercion.
This long sword stood firmly in front of the second palace lord.
It was also because he noticed that the long sword was not like the second palace master's weapon.
Only Ye Qingluo would directly strike and shoot down the long sword.
as expected.
As she guessed.
The lord of the second house is the source of most of the profound energy.
It was because of that long sword.
"She's a very observant little girl!"
The second palace master heard the words, but did not continue to refute.
She sneered, put the long sword on her body, and said coldly: "Little girl, if you want to die, I will help you!"
The voice just fell.
The lord of the Second House spread her five fingers.
A nine-section long whip appeared in her hand.
The surrounding guests, after seeing the long whip clearly, sucked in a breath of air-conditioning.
Above the long whip, black mist like a tide kept surging.
Faintly, a lightning-like streamer suddenly appeared.
Make a "hissing" sound.
Is that a whip, or a poisonous snake
No matter how everyone looked at it, they couldn't see clearly what the soft object under the fog was.
When Ye Qingluo saw the second palace lord's weapon.
Her complexion darkened slightly, and the deepness in her eyes became deeper and deeper.
long whip...
It really is a long whip...
She was right.
The face of the second palace lord...
Ye Qingluo stared at the layer of black veil on the face of the master of the second palace.
His eyes were burning, as if they were burning.
The Mistress of the Second Palace was disturbed by Ye Qingluo's wanton gaze, she clenched her long whip tightly, lingering in black air, and struck directly.
A strong air wave hits.
The surging tide filled the air once again.
Ye Qingluo sneered from the corner of his mouth, casually playing with the Flame Devouring Fan in his hand.
At the moment when the second palace lord's attack landed.
Ye Qingluo's figure flickered.
The two sides fought together.
This time, Ye Qingluo did not take any combat methods.
Instead, face to face directly, with the master of the Second Palace!
Powerful air waves continuously roll in the air.
The thick ink-like sky is even more cloudy at this time, mixed with lightning and thunder, making the atmosphere very strange.
Here, the fight is in full swing.
Over there, the figures of the two parties could not be seen clearly at all, only the vast and boundless profound power could be felt, and all kinds of rolling guests were making noise at this moment.
A guest pointed at the two people who were fighting, with an expression of disbelief on his face: "I'm not mistaken... just now, I saw it just now... the Flame Devouring Fan?"
"That woman named Ye Luo has the Flame Devouring Fan in her hand?"
"The Flame Devouring Fan... Isn't that the weapon used by the young hero in Xilan Continent?"
"Flame Devouring Fan...there seems to be only one in the world!"
"Why is it in Yeluo's hands?"
The appearance of the Flame Devouring Fan aroused the suspicion of countless guests.
After all, with Ye Qingluo's status, he could indeed be regarded as a famous person in the realm of Nirvana.