Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 120: Challenge competition (5)

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The game, it is indeed a game.

For Ye Qingluo, this is a game, a...a game of cat and mouse.

Fatten up the rat before eating it, it will definitely taste better.

Everyone saw Ye Qingluo on the ring, playing Ye Qingling like a mouse.

The Ye Qingling, who was controlled by the evil sword, constantly released the sword aura, sword moves, and the entire arena, all set off the billowing Xuan Yin aura.

But every time he hits Ye Qingluo's body, in the next second, there is no more Ye Qingluo in front of her.

In the next second, Ye Qingluo appeared behind Ye Qingling.

There will always be something left on Ye Qingling.

Ye Qingling, dripping with blood, flowed to his right arm drop by drop, and was sucked up by the evil sword.

After drinking the evil sword of blood, the evil spirits rushed more and more violently.

I completely regarded Ye Qingling as his own food, and the rate of absorbing it has also accelerated a lot.

Not long after, Ye Qingling's face turned pale and scary.

Even the original plump red lips have become pale and shriveled, especially oozing.

About half a cup of tea, Ye Qingluo stopped playing.

She raised her eyebrows and showed a righteous expression: "Sister Si, I promised you that I will save you a life, so I won't break my promise."

The evil sword then drank Ye Qingling's blood, Ye Qingling's body, I'm afraid that even the dregs will be swallowed up by the evil sword.

"I'm tired after playing for so long, this game should be over." The sneer in the corner of her eyes grew thicker, and the cold voice sounded leisurely.

The woman in the red dress had a very shallow sneer at the corner of her mouth, and her charming eyes were glowing with cold light.

The feather fan in her hand is constantly spinning at high speed at her plain fingertips.

The coquettish red light blends with that mysterious.

The fire dragons were rolled up, and Ye Qingling was entwined all over the world.

Ye Qingling felt no pain at all. Under the control of the evil sword, the whole person rushed over to the fire dragon.

The evil sword smashed down horizontally, gathering the yin air that made the scalp numb.

That sword aura splits the fire dragons gathered by Ye Qingluo.

The whole person, like an arrow from the string, comes straight.

That momentum, fierce and fast!

The people in the audience kept screaming in exclamation, shouting one by one to make Ye Qingluo be careful.

But Ye Qingluo stood calmly on the spot, letting the evil sword approach.

The cold and arrogant air gazing at the world is not inferior to Emperor Mo Xuan.

The evil sword, approaching the face gate.

Ye Qing Luo Yufan suddenly lifted, and happened to pinch it on the sword.

The red light fluttered, and immediately entangled the evil sword.

Ye Qingling tried to retreat with his arms under the control of the evil sword.

But the feather fan is like a sucker. It **** the blade so tightly that it can't move at all.

"Ah...ahhh..." Ye Qingling was anxious, and he let out a hoarse roar like a howl of a wild beast.

The expression on his face is also distorted and grimly.

Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, clasped her five fingers with the feather fan, and suddenly gathered...

The feather fans are closed.

Only hearing a "click", that evil sword broke directly when the feather fan was closed...

Almost instantly, the cold air on the ring quickly disappeared.

The evil sword fell on the broken arena, losing all its brilliance, like half of rusty iron.

Ye Qingling, who hovered high in the air, fell straight at the same time and fell severely on the ring.

"Old man, is there any way to return the essence drawn from the sword of Xuan Yin to Ye Qingling?" Ye Qing Luo squinted his eyes and asked from the bottom of his heart.

Old man Cang was surprised: "Do you want to save her?"

"From the beginning, there was no plan to let her die."