Under the coercion of You Zun, his pupils tightened even more.
A distorted face was flushing abnormally at this time.
Emotions became extremely crazy.
He shook his head, supported his embarrassing body, and moved out of the range of coercion released by Ye Qingluo little by little.
Blood, on his body, swept away a bloody trace.
The broken arm was bleeding continuously from the wound.
He didn't realize it.
Just blindly staring at Ye Qingluo in shock and horror.
In his mouth, he was still muttering: "No, it's impossible... The Jinglei Jue cannot be yours! It's impossible... You are not Ye Qingluo, you are not..."
The girl sneered, her pink lips curled up, as if mocking You Zun's incompetence.
She moved her fingertips.
The lightning flowed, forming an electric ball in her palm.
The electric ball shone brightly.
Eye-popping pupils all present a crystal-like colorful color.
That electric ball is extremely beautiful.
But with a terrifying murderous intent.
You Zun's eyes widened, his face twisted ferociously.
The electric ball, in the eyes of outsiders, is a colorful and beautiful light ball.
But he is very clear.
This electric ball is much stronger than the electric ball that fell on him before!
This electric ball comes down.
He will definitely die!
If he remembers correctly...
The Thunderbolt Jue displayed by the girl has at least reached the level of... above the fifth level of the Thunderbolt Jue!
You Zun stared at Ye Qingluo unwillingly.
Trying to find any flaws in Ye Qingluo's body.
He couldn't believe it.
A young girl who looks fifteen or sixteen years old.
Can refine the once shocking formula—Thundering Thunder Jue to level five or more!
Especially, under the circumstance that Thunderbolt Jue has been lost for tens of thousands of years!
but…
When the electric ball full of current fell on him.
Chi slip.
The numbness of the current spread to every corner of his body.
He only felt a dull pain in his internal organs, a heart-piercing feeling, as if the electric current was tearing his internal organs.
He could even smell the burning smell coming from his body.
Wave after wave of electric current made his consciousness a little loose.
No!
He is the noble You Zun!
He is the most proud son of the father!
He is the future owner of the Dark Palace!
All of these will belong to his world!
How could he...how could he be defeated by a woman
He doesn't want to die like this!
He must not die!
You Zun's heart was roaring, shouting and venting crazily.
But the electric shock from the body, and the sound of "sizzling" electricity in the ear.
Desperation everywhere...
"idiot!"
Just when Youzun lost consciousness and was about to see darkness.
In the ear, suddenly came a very majestic and cold low voice.
That voice is like a clear spring appearing in the desert, like a dead tree in spring, seeing life...
Ling Youzun actually had a flash of light, and tried hard to widen his eyes.
"Father, my lord father..."
He opened his mouth, but what came out was only a soundless airflow.
"You are too disappointing to me." That cold and treacherous voice made people chill.
You Zun was in a trance, his breathing was tight, and he opened his eyes desperately: "Save me... save me..."
That voice was silent for a moment.
You Zun is eager to find traces of his father.
But he was so weak that he couldn't lift any strength at all.
"No, don't... my lord, don't give up on the child..."