Chapter 1245
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"Boom boom boom — —"
The raging profound light shattered the arena into pieces.
The majestic profound energy surged like a tide.
The whole ring was swept by a hurricane in an instant, and the horrible atmosphere pervaded the surroundings.
"Sister!" Ye Feng Yu suddenly stood up, which affected the wound on his body.
He frowned in pain and took a deep breath, but still stubbornly wanted to rush to the ring.
"Ye Feng Yu, calm down!" Dong Huang Lang came to the waiting area of the low profound class two and stopped Ye Feng Yu.
"My sister is on the ring, how can I calm down!" Ye Feng Yu's pale face was enduring the severe pain.
He struggled to open Dong Huang Lang's hand, and his eyes were scarlet.
He saw with his own eyes that his sister was covered by that sword array!
If …
If those dozens of long swords hit his sister's body …
Sister, she …
Ye Feng Yu did not dare to think about it, and his eyes were red as he struggled to break free from Dong Huang Lang's hand.
Dong Huang Lang held him tightly, and seeing that he was still not obedient, he simply circled him in his arms.
Before he could hold him tightly, Dong Huang Lang's collar was suddenly pulled, and he was forced to let go of Ye Feng Yu.
Following the pull, he stepped back a few steps and fell into a hard embrace.
A hand, tightly clasped Dong Huang Lang's waist.
A cold voice sounded in his ear: "If he wants to go, let him go."
"Jing?" Dong Huang Lang turned his head to look at the indifferent man behind him, and frowned: "He is injured like this, if he forcibly rushes to the ring, he will die."
"That has nothing to do with you." Qi Yi Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy who was running to the ring, "If he wants his sister to lose this match, and finally get her profound heart jade dug out by Shangguan Liuli, and break her meridians, then let him go."
Ye Feng Yu's footsteps, stopped.
His body, which could not even stand steadily, swayed slightly. He mustered all his strength to turn around and look at Qi Yijing.
The boy's pale face was without any blood.
He panted heavily and stared at Qi Yijing for a long time, "What … do you mean by that?"
"Don't you know Ye Qing Luo's strength and character as her brother? Do you think she would do something she's not sure of? "
Qi Yijing answered Ye Fengyu's question with rare patience.
Ye Feng Yu was stunned.
It seemed like … no.
Ye Qing Luo would not do anything that she was not sure of.
As for what she wanted to do, she would always set up countless plans.
For example, a plan to do it.
If the plan failed, what was the way out, and so on.
She always had a well-organized plan.
"Since you trust her, just sit here quietly and wait for her."
Seeing that Ye Fengyu had calmed down, Qi Yijing grabbed Donghuang Lang's wrist and walked towards the waiting area of Low Profound Class Two.
Vaguely, he could still hear Qi Yijing's low voice drifting into his ears with the wind.
He said, "Wait for her to return in triumph."
…
On the arena, the terrifying Profound Qi continued to expand and spread.
The smile at the corner of Zi Qianqian's mouth became even wider, and the murderous aura that shot out from the depths of his eyes was obscured by the profound light.
What super genius!
What contract Divine Artifacts, Divine Dragons, and a super genius who formed a blood pact with a Sacred Beast!
In the hands of Zi Qianqian, Ye Qing Luo was nothing!
Thinking of the Ling King's Tomb, how Ye Qing Luo arrogantly taught the God Slaying Group a lesson, how she suppressed her prestige, how the God Slaying Group became a joke …
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