A dazzling red glow bloomed in the palm of his hand.
The coquettish Flame Devouring Fan also seemed to be integrated into the flames, continuously burning with the profound energy.
She squinted her charming eyes, full of evil spirits, and rushed straight away.
Ye Qingluo's speed was extremely fast, and his figure quickly stuck to Xieba.
"Little girl, I won't let you have a second chance!" Xie Ba sneered.
After suffering Ye Qingluo's loss once, he was already wary of Ye Qingluo's figure.
In addition, Ye Qingluo has lost the consolidation of the power of the artifact.
With just a little effort, Xie Ba could easily see Ye Qingluo's fast-moving footwork clearly.
He twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, and quickly fought back in Yong's direction.
The two sides were immediately entangled.
The entire space was shrouded in this oppressive and terrifying aura.
...
Ye Qingluo's attack was ruthless, and he had no intention of a truce at all.
And after Xieba was injured by Ye Qingluo.
He was already angry.
Dozens of strokes in the fight down.
Ye Qingluo already had many scars on his body.
At this time, Xieba has completely seen through all the ways of Ye Qingluo.
Whenever Ye Qingluo has the next wave of attacks.
They can counterattack quickly.
This made it even more difficult for Ye Qingluo to fight against each other.
Ye Qingluo was very aware of this change.
Whether it's Xieba, or the group of disciples who have already fled far away, but keep poking their heads and watching the battle, or the tribesmen.
They all saw the situation in front of them very clearly.
Ye Qingluo is definitely no match for Xieba.
Moreover, the disparity is too great.
"Little girl, it's time for the farce to end. Besides bringing you back, I have other tasks."
When Ye Qingluo was repelled again and spit out blood, Xieba coldly raised his lips and spoke coldly.
Ye Qingluo squeezed Yanyan Fan's hand tightly.
Her breathing was also a little messy.
After hearing Xieba's words, complex fluctuations faintly appeared on that expressionless face.
Those charming eyes could not help flickering a few times.
Task…
The task that Xie Ba said.
Did you mean Emperor Moxuan
Ye Qingluo's eyes darkened.
Immediately, she narrowed her charming eyes, and the piercing cold light, like a sharp blade, slashed at Xieba.
Immediately afterwards, she raised her slender five fingers, quickly pressed down on her chest.
Xie Ba only thought that Ye Qingluo was seriously injured, which caused discomfort in his body.
He didn't pay attention to Ye Qingluo's actions at all.
To be more precise, he didn't take Ye Qingluo's strength at all seriously.
Even though, Ye Qingluo hurt him once.
But it was Xieba's laxity.
When he came back to his senses.
Ye Qingluo suddenly waved the Flame Devouring Fan in his hand.
Countless bewitching mysterious lights, from the Flame-eating Fan, turned into strips of red silver threads, winding towards Xieba in all directions.
Xieba's slack.
He hasn't reacted yet.
The limbs are completely bound by red and silver threads.
Ye Qingluo closed her fingers.
The Flame Devouring Fan followed closely.
The countless silver threads wrapped around Xieba's body also tightened up.
Xieba frowned, his eyes were covered with ice cold.
"Xieba." Ye Qingluo's voice was cool, pink lips curled up slightly, and the arc was bloodthirsty, "I won't let you have the opportunity to do other tasks."
As her voice fell.
Her five fingers were tightened even tighter.
The red silver thread cut into Xieba's flesh.
The evil energy lingering around Xieba's body was cut and dispersed bit by bit by the red silver thread at a speed visible to the naked eye.