What kind of eyes are those.
The eyes are long and narrow, but they are full of coldness.
A bloodthirsty murderous aura, like a sharp blade.
Just stare at it, as if the heart has been cut by that sharp blade.
The flying sand and rolling stones gradually stopped.
The sneer on the corner of the woman's mouth, and the coldness in her eyes became more and more permeating.
"Father, come, hit here." Ye Qing smiled, her plain fingers pointing to Ye Qingqian's chest.
Ye Qingqian is Ye Tiankuang's most valued daughter, how could she be willing to fight her
Ye Tian was so angry that his face was livid, very ugly.
His hands were clenched into fists, all the energy in his body was burning with anger, blowing on his robe, making a hunting sound.
"Nie Zhan, I am merciful, but it has become your capital to show off your power! Alright, let's see!"
Ye Qingluo narrowed her winking eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She suddenly let go of Ye Qingqian, and quickly stepped back a few steps, away from the two of them.
"Okay, then let my daughter see how capable father is if he doesn't show mercy." Ye Qingluo's eyes flickered.
It just so happened that she had just cultivated from the Cangshui Bracelet and reached the Ninth Grade of Huangxuan.
Ninth rank is equivalent to Ye Qingling's current profound rank.
But... the same mysterious level, on different people, the power is completely different.
To deal with a weak scum like Ye Qingling, even an ordinary body who couldn't cultivate profound energy before could abuse her to the point where her parents didn't even know her.
There is no challenge to Shangye Qingqian.
In the first floor of Cangshui Purgatory, the actual combat objects are beasts that do not understand human nature.
Such actual combat can improve the level of combat.
But it is impossible to cultivate the ability to respond to danger when fighting against others.
It's better to use Ye Tiankuang to practice your hands.
Ye Qingluo's move obviously slapped Ye Tiankuang twice on the face.
Ye Tiankuang was furious immediately, palming the wind together.
This palm is indeed completely different from the previous palm in terms of momentum.
Air waves gradually flowed around his palm.
A huge palm print gathered on top of his head.
The powerful profound energy, driving the aura of heaven and earth, merged into the palm print bit by bit.
"drink!"
A low roar burst out from Ye Tiankuang's mouth.
The palm print floating above his head suddenly flashed like lightning.
A cold wind blew through the entire space.
Ye Qingluo wore a red dress and was blown to dance.
The ground under his feet also seemed to tremble violently, as if it was about to split open.
Immediately, Ye Tiankuang raised his arms and raised his arms.
That palm print turned into countless silhouettes, pressing down towards Ye Qingluo overwhelmingly!
Ye Qingluo stood firmly on both feet, and quickly mobilized the profound energy in his body.
Turning his palms over, a cold current surged out from his palms.
"boom-"
The deafening crashing sound made the air in the entire space seem to freeze.
Ye Qingluo condensed his profound energy again, and pressed towards his palms, pushing the strength of his palms, forcing the palm prints back and depositing them again.
In terms of profound energy, she is naturally inferior to Ye Tiankuang.
In the competition of profound energy, within a few moments, she was forcibly crushed and unable to stand upright.
The legs gradually bent down.
Ye Qingluo gritted her teeth and shouted, "Break it!"
In the heart, a scorching heat suddenly burned.
The scorching heat gathered in her palms in an instant.
It's Xuanxinyu...
Xuanxinyu will give her strength again!