Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1255: The flame-devouring fan, broken

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The flame-devouring fan, broken...

Ye Qing's pupils shrank slightly.

His eyes are reflected, on the cracked flame-devouring fan.

Subconsciously, I want to take the Flame Devouring Fan back.

Why would Zi Qianqian easily let her go, let go of the flame-devouring fan?

"Destroyed my most cherished hair, and I also destroyed your most cherished weapon!" Zi Qianqian gritted his teeth and gnashed his teeth, and instantly poured all his profound energy into the Tianling staff.

Black air suddenly appeared.

With a "crack", the strong pressure of the Tianling staff broke the flame-devouring fan directly.

The enchanting flame-devouring fan was broken into two pieces.

The entire Xilan Square is completely silent.

The eyes of the onlookers were fixed on the two of them.

The sound of the flame-devouring fan falling from the ring is exceptionally clear.

"Ye Qingluo, go to hell!" Zi Qianqian's beautiful eyes grew colder, raising his chin proudly, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Tianling rod was held high, and she hit the last profound energy to Ye Qingluo's head...

"Bang--"

There was a loud noise, and a petite figure flew out in the air.

A black staff, volleyed a few times, and landed on the ground.

A petite body slammed heavily on the side of the staff.

Yes, it's on the ground.

On the ground outside the ring.

Ye Qingluo.

The moment Zi Qianqian squeezed Tian Ling's staff and smashed at her, the cold light in Ye Qing's eyes suddenly appeared.

He lifted a foot and kicked it directly on Zi Qianqian's abdomen.

"Thousands!"

"Deputy Commander!"

On the side of the Killing God Mercenary Corps, a group of people immediately stood up and rushed in the direction of Zi Qianqian.

Nangonglin lifted up Zi Qianqian, and she was about to cry distressedly: "Sister Qianqian, are you okay, are you okay..."

Zi Qianqian is still in a daze.

The internal organs are suffering severely, as if they are about to be torn apart.

Seeing Zi Qianqian's face pale, Nangong Lin immediately stared at Ye Qingluo in anger, yelling: "Ye Qingluo, you bitch! It's just a game, can you use such a cruel hand? If it wasn't for me, Qianqian Sister is amazing, now you have killed her in the ring!"

On the ring, the woman standing alone with her head down, remained silent.

The air waves around her rolled up her blue silk, but they couldn't take away the cold breath that radiated from her whole body.

"Don't think that if you secretly defeated my Qianqian sister, you really won! You wait for me!" Nangonglin made unforgiving accusations when she saw her silent.

The wrist was tightened fiercely by Nangong.

Nangong was about to speak, and she berated Nangonglin to shut up.

Suddenly, a cold gaze swept over.

It turned out that they felt cold intruding all over their whole body, with a sense of coldness rising from the soles of their feet.

The look in that cold look is like a sharp knife, full of murderous intent.

Unabashedly murderous.

Among the onlookers, Rao was accustomed to killing people. When he saw this look, he couldn't help feeling frustrated.

"You, you..." Nangonglin was so frightened that her legs became weak and she collapsed directly on the ground.

A pair of stubborn eyes full of disgust, staring at Ye Qingluo fiercely.

It took a long time to find my voice: "What do you want to do! Now this is the scene of the class confrontation, what do you want to do to us?"

Ye Qingluo gave out a low chuckle, the laughter was ethereal and sweet.

But it was mixed with a cold chill, which seemed to be a voice from hell.

The smile on the corner of the lips is so beautiful.

"Zi Qianqian, a student of the class of gods, the deputy head of the mercenary group of killing gods, a profound practitioner of the seventh stage of the Profound Sky..."

She spoke word by word about Zi Qianqian.