That clear voice in Jing Yanyan's ears was like an ice blade, piercing her eardrums.
Jing Yanyan staggered back a few steps, her eyes staring at Ye Qing Luo without blinking, her heart tightened into a ball.
The young lady floated in mid-air, a head of fine hair, scattered on her shoulders, swaying with the wind.
She was like a fairy from the ninth heaven, shrouded in dazzling brilliance, looking down on all living beings.
Every smile and frown seemed to be brilliant, making one unable to blaspheme.
That … was the power of a divine relic?
Jing Yanyan was filled with shock.
Ye Qing Luo looked down at Jing Yanyan, seeing the greed and fear in her eyes, her lips curled into a sweet smile: "Those who offend me, I will kill them at the ends of the earth!"
She threw the glower flame fan into the air.
The glower flame fan rotated rapidly in mid-air and suddenly opened up.
Like a ball of tiny flame, with a whoosh, it burned into a raging flame.
Ye Qing Luo's figure swayed, her slender white hand raised up, steadily catching the glower flame fan.
Soon after, a wind blade that was like thousands of giant waves was fiercely slashed out.
Ye Qing Luo's body, was also surrounded by a circle of vortex qi.
One circle after another, incomparably powerful, and all the other auras in the surroundings were isolated.
Jing Yanyan quickly wielded her long sword, stirring up numerous waves.
The sword momentum was fierce, not willing to fall behind, facing the wind blade released by Ye Qing Luo, slashing down horizontally.
Immediately, her sword move changed, she was already close to Ye Qing Luo, the long sword pointed straight at Ye Qing Luo's eyebrows.
Ye Qing Luo's lips, revealed a smirk of evil cold arc.
Slightly squinted long eyes, flashing with an interesting luster.
She didn't dodge, but stared fixedly at the long sword pointing at her eyebrows, without blinking.
Ye Qing Luo's confidence, made Jing Yanyan's heart, unknowingly, rise up a sense of fear.
The long sword that was brandished, also lost some of its momentum.
This couldn't be … another new trick of Ye Qing Luo's?
Jing Yanyan originally had absolute confidence.
Her sword momentum, Ye Qing Luo absolutely had no way to avoid, and could only choose to forcibly resist.
And she, was also prepared to make a move on Ye Qing Luo while Ye Qing Luo was resisting!
No matter what, he could not allow Ye Qing Luo to use the power of the divine relic.
Otherwise, she would definitely be no match for a divine artifact!
But Ye Qing Luo's complacent look really made Jing Yanyan's heart beat like a drum.
Jing Yanyan looked at Ye Qing Luo suspiciously, trying to find a clue from her expression.
But when Jing Yanyan met with Ye Qing Luo's ridiculing gaze.
His heart exploded like a volcano erupting.
Jing Yanyan's gaze turned cold. Her wrist moved, and she gripped the Bright Light Sword tightly.
"You're deliberately mystifying things to scare me?" She scoffed coldly, her gaze sharp as a blade. "I've never been afraid of anything! A little girl like you wants to scare this Sect Leader? "
As she spoke, Jing Yanyan's own profound strength soared extremely violently.
It was as if he had gathered all his Dark Force on the sword.
The vast and boundless sword force was like a hot knife cutting through butter, directly charging towards Ye Qing Luo's glabella, stabbing towards it forcefully …..
The surrounding commoners had been paying attention to the battle in the field.
When they saw Ye Qing Luo about to be stabbed by Jing Yanyan's long sword, they all cried out in shock.
There were quite a number of commoners, who were anxious to rush up the stage, to help Ye Qing Luo block this sword.
However …..
Then, a scene that astonished everyone happened.
Just as the Bright Light Sword was about a fist's distance away from Ye Qing Luo's glabella.
Suddenly, Bright Light Sword's strong charge, seemed to have met with some obstruction, as it came to a halt …..
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