Ye Qingluo's eyes flickered.
The right hand clasped tightly by Xieba suddenly clenched into a fist.
The bewildering and crazy red light pierced through the air with a "swoosh", and wrapped her right arm in an instant.
Burning hot, burning again.
It was absolutely impossible for Ye Qingluo, who had been hit by Leng Yan's palm, to have any power left to fight back.
Xie Ba no longer had the previous vigilance towards Ye Qingluo.
When this burning sensation surged.
He instinctively let go.
After reacting again, I want to hold it tight again.
But, that is, let go of this breath.
A cangshui bracelet was given, a gap for catharsis.
"Shhhhhh—"
"boom!"
Only the sound of explosions could be heard in the air.
Originally, because Xie Ba held tightly to the lines of the Cangshui bracelet, he suppressed the profound energy in his body.
At this time, it is like not wanting money.
pour out.
Endless bewitching red lights washed away the evil spirit that shrouded the Saintess' Courtyard.
"ah!"
Before Xie Ba had time to react to this change, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest, and his whole body was shaken by the crazily surging force, making him retreat more than a dozen steps.
In the end, it fell heavily on the ruins.
Of course, this is not over yet.
Xie Ba clutched his chest, vomiting blood wildly.
With a face full of shock, he stared in Ye Qingluo's direction.
Just looked up.
A fist containing the killing intent smashed down.
"Ah!"
Xieba screamed.
The surrounding ruins collapsed.
The profound energy surged, and the strength surged like a whirlwind.
With Ye Qingluo's feet as the center, a huge deep pit exploded all around.
Xieba lay limp in the huge pit, his mouth covered with blood.
That breath, weak as if it would stop at any time.
Ye Qingluo's sudden outburst made Leng Yan's pupils constrict suddenly.
When Ye Qingluo was dealing with Xieba.
He retreated quickly.
Just, the next moment.
The girl standing in the deep pit raised a bloodthirsty and treacherous cold arc on her lips: "Don't worry, now... it's your turn!"
Following the bewitching and ruthless voice, the ending came to an end.
Leng Yan's heart thumped hard.
He widened his eyes vigilantly, sensing the direction of Ye Qingluo.
However, in the next moment, the girl was already attacking head-on like an arrow from the string.
Just when Leng Yan wanted to avoid it.
The figure of the girl disappeared immediately before her eyes.
Instead, there is a majestic, circling huge fire dragon.
The fire dragon, baring its teeth and claws, seemed to swallow him in one gulp.
"Small tricks!"
Leng Yan's complexion was gloomy, he snorted coldly, and responded quickly.
only…
His cold snort didn't have time to fall.
The fire dragon directly broke through his counterattack, went straight to his face, and bit down with one bite.
"boom!"
Leng Yan's body was also slammed into the ground by the power of the fire dragon.
As if being in a raging fire, the feeling of being burned made Leng Yan groan in pain.
At the same time, the flying fire dragon suddenly dissipated.
The slender and petite figure was slowly revealed.
Her face was frosty, and there was no emotion in her eyes. She stared fixedly at Leng Yan and Xie Ba who fell into the two deep pits, howling in pain, but unable to resist.
"Qing Luo! You... you are too powerful!"
"Sister, you are the most admired person of Maomao!"
"Qing Luo..."
Yan Xiaoyi and the others were so shocked by this scene that they could hardly close their mouths from ear to ear.
After seeing the two mysterious and powerful people who had lost their combat effectiveness, they immediately went forward with excitement and excitement on their faces.
Yes, the next moment.
That petite figure suddenly fell from mid-air like a paper kite with a broken string...