"As expected of the power of the artifact..."
The hoarse voice came out again.
Between smoke and dust rolling.
The ghost king's figure is looming.
gradually became clear.
His robe was a little messy, and there were a few rags hanging on it.
It seems that Ye Qingluo's blow just now counterattacked.
It wasn't to the ghost king either, it didn't cause any harm at all.
"Yeah... before you die, you can taste the power of the artifact, and it is not in vain for you to come to the lower realm. You should thank me."
Ye Qingluo raised her pale lips slightly.
An evil smile bloomed on the corner of his lips.
Between his brows and eyes, there was that soul-stirring, poppy-like, suffocating sneer.
The words fell.
Ye Qingluo clenched her fingers again.
The red awns flowing on the Cangshui ring bloomed even more dazzlingly.
Majestic mysterious light, piercing edge.
Majestic, like the surging waves.
How to see, how thrilling.
but…
If someone takes a closer look.
It can be seen.
The girl who released this powerful force.
The cold sweat that kept oozing out of his forehead slipped down drop by drop, staining his robe.
That stunningly beautiful face was extremely pale.
Her slender eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes were sharp, as if... bearing great pain.
But the girl's movements were smooth and flowing, without a single pause.
The momentum released.
It's not at all what it appears to be on the surface.
"boom!"
There was another loud crash.
The Ghost King's offensive collided with Ye Qingluo's offensive.
Both of them took a few steps back.
The violent hurricane roared.
Rolled up the cloak shrouded by the ghost king.
Ye Qingluo didn't give the ghost king a chance to catch his breath.
Clenched his left hand again.
Feel the burning power of the Cangshui Ring.
With a leap, she flipped the Flame Devouring Fan, and the mysterious light shot out.
"Heh! Little girl, you believe too much in the power of artifacts, don't you?"
The ghost king let out a cold snort, his eyes full of evil spirits.
With half-closed eyes of prey, he watched Ye Qingluo's profound and boundless offensive.
He sneered.
At the moment when Ye Qingluo approached.
Raising his hand, he held Ye Qingluo's wrist.
Ye Qing suddenly felt a sharp pain.
She wanted to twitch.
But how could the ghost king give her this chance.
The slender little hand was tightly clasped in the palm of the ghost king.
The ghost king Jiejie sneered: "Little girl, I'm afraid you forgot, with your current strength... the artifact is useless in your hands!"
His eyes turned to look at the red water ring on Ye Qingluo's finger.
The eyes under the cloak revealed a look of greed: "The artifact... is for your use, it is a violent object... I should take over the artifact and unleash the true power of the artifact!"
As he said that, the ghost king's finger flashed with a mysterious light, turned into a hand knife, and slashed at Ye Qingluo's wrist.
It is astonishing to cut off Ye Qingluo's hand directly!
Fuck!
If you peek at the artifact, just say it openly!
What is stepping on the high and holding the low
Horse eggs!
Want to steal her artifact!
It also depends on whether she agrees with it or not!
Ye Qing's blood-colored eyes flashed a strangely coquettish red light.
When the ghost king's hand knife fell.
She endured the severe pain and flipped her wrist.
The Flame Devouring Fan in his hand turned into a whirling sharp blade, spinning towards the ghost king's face at high speed.
The ghost king had no defense for a moment.
I didn't expect that Ye Qingluo could fight back in this situation.
When the blade separated the cloak on the face.
He barely reacted, quickly let go of Ye Qingluo, and avoided it.
It's just that no matter how fast he reacts.
The whirling blade, like a mass of fire, is even faster!
directly wiped the ghost king's face—