Ye Qingluo's eyes darkened, and her charming eyes instantly turned scarlet, full of murderous aura.
With a tap on the toes, in an instant, the person has quickly moved into the fighting crowd.
Yu Chiya stared at Ye Qingluo with hatred all the time, and when he saw her make a move, he immediately followed her.
Ye Qingluo's figure was seductive, and he quickly moved behind the follower.
At the moment when the palm of the follower was about to touch the back of Ye Fengyu's head, there was a sharp pain in his wrist.
I saw a slender jade hand clasping his wrist tightly.
That jade hand is fair, and the skin is like creamy fat.
The fingers are like green onions, and they seem to have no strength at all.
But it was these hands that pinched the tendons of his wrist.
As long as he uses a little force, the tendons in his arm will definitely break!
"Want to touch my brother? Who gave you the guts?" Ye Qingluo hooked her lips alluringly, and clasped her five fingers together.
The follower let out a scream, covered his wrist, and rolled to the ground.
Only then did Ye Fengyu realize that someone was sneaking behind her, and she looked at Ye Qingluo in embarrassment; "Sister, thank you..."
Ye Qingluo glanced coldly, and immediately pulled his body to avoid it.
Immediately, he flew up and kicked a sneak attack follower in the stomach.
"When facing the enemy, the most taboo is soft hands and lack of concentration! On the battlefield, these two points are enough to kill you!"
Ye Qingluo's cold voice was mixed with anger.
Ye Fengyu was startled for a moment, and understood what her sister said.
Thinking of what Ye Qingluo and Zi Ling said yesterday, she suddenly seemed to understand something, and her eyes became firm; "I understand!"
After the words fell, he had once again rushed into the siege of the other three followers.
These people are not worthy of sympathy at all, nor are they worthy of his mercy.
If he is soft, the person who will die will not only be him, but also his sister.
If he wants to protect his sister, he must remove all the obstacles that hinder her!
Ye Fengyu, who rushed into the battle again, obviously had a completely different momentum from before.
Every move was full of ruthlessness!
Ye Qingluo looked around, remembering that Yu Chiya followed closely just now, but at this time there was no one there.
Just thinking about it, a sudden chill ran down his spine.
Well done!
Yu Chiya sneaked up behind her!
Want to compare speed with her
Ye Qingluo moved his ears sensitively, determined Yuchiya's position, and punched him hard in the back with his backhand!
That punch fell to nothing.
Yu Chiya had some skills anyway, the moment he noticed Ye Qingluo folded his body and threw a punch, he gave up the attack, rolled on the spot, avoiding the punch.
There was not a trace of profound energy fluctuations in Ye Qingluo's body.
but…
The entourage told her with the example of blood, if she was punched by Ye Qingluo, she would not be able to stand up!
After dodging, Yu Chiya seized the opportunity and made a formula with both hands, releasing profound energy from his palms.
In an instant, the entire pharmacy was shaking.
A sharp long sword was transformed into Yu Chiya's hand, mixed with fine lightning flashes, and a deep chill came from the edge of his sword.
He raised his long sword high, swung his sword with murderous aura, and slashed straight down!
Compared with the sword wave made by Ye Qingling, this sword wave is many times more advanced.
The momentum is extremely fierce, and it is also mixed with lightning.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth hooked slightly, and he met the sword wave without fear.
Pulling out the folding fan in his sleeve, he circled it beautifully with his fingertips.
Just as he was about to face him, when he hit his sword-holding hand, suddenly a powerful wave of air swept behind him...