Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1979: I have learned how to make a noise.

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Ye Qingluo tightened her thin eyebrows, stabilizing her figure with pain.

She looked sideways at the wound on her shoulder.

A slender bloodstain is extremely obvious.

It is indeed the treasure of the town.

The power of the Jingguangjian is too powerful.

Ye Qingluo's injury made Jing Yanyan look arrogant on her face.

Sure enough, she was right.

Ye Qingluo's speed is fast, but as long as you understand Ye Qingluo's dodge habits.

She can easily wear the uniform!

Jing Yanyan's self-confidence skyrocketed.

She clasped Jing's light sword tightly with five fingers, and once again fell towards the door of the night, cutting through the wind and waves, and directly chopped it down.

Ye Qingluo tightened her pink lips, and the expression in her eyes also showed a hint of interesting and deep meaning.

"Ye Qingluo, go to hell!" Jing Yanyan cut off the long sword, and said viciously.

Ye Qing dropped her lips and raised her lips slightly, and her body suddenly stood up.

The fire-like long skirt, fluttered up.

The flame-devouring fan in his hand burst out with profound energy.

The coquettish red glow, printed with a long skirt like fire.

It is even more set against the beautiful face of the Qingcheng at night, like a blooming rose at night, exuding an intoxicating charm.

Jing Yanyan's eyes darkened.

"Beauty tricks are against me, but it's useless!"

She sneered lightly, disdainful of Ye Qing falling on this juncture, and tried to use a beauty trick.

She is female, but not male.

For Ye Qingluo's face that exudes fatal temptation.

She won't be half-hearted.

"Beauty trick? Don't disgust me. With your face, I can't use beauty trick." Ye Qingluo smiled slightly, her pink lips raised a weird curve.

In the next instant, Ye Qingluo's feather fan flipped.

A red ribbon shoots out from her cuff.

The red ribbon is like a burning fire dragon.

Ye Qingluo unfolded the flame-devouring fan at the same time, bursting out profound energy.

The hurricane's autophagy flame fan released, instantly splitting Jing Yanyan's sword power, and wrapping Jing Yanyan into it.

"Small carving skills!"

Jing Yanyan scolded, her cold eyes swept across the oncoming hurricane and red silk.

She moved her long sword, and the sword was powerful and unstoppable.

In a moment, the red silk covering the body was split to pieces.

The red silk rags are scattered on the horizon.

Jing Yanyan raised her chest arrogantly, with a triumphant expression on her face: "Ye Qingluo, you also want to compete with the boss? You can't help it!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jing Yanyan's back fell abruptly.

In the ear, a sweet voice flickered at close range: "Really? The head of the ten sceneries, it's a pity... Your voice hit the west, I learned it."

Jing Yanyan's face shrank, avoiding Ye Qingluo's attack range as quickly as possible.

She was horrified by Ye Qingluo's ability to react, and the astonishing speed of Ye Qingluo.

I have to admit.

This Ye Qingluo's talent is much stronger than Ye Qingqian who she thinks is a genius!

At first, why did she fall in love with Ye Qingqian's trash.

Ignore the real genius instead?

However, Jing Yanyan has no chance to regret it now.

In any case, she is a direct disciple of the Ten Kings School, absolutely not tolerant of outsiders' bullying.

"His" the tearing of the clothes.

The material on Jing Yanyan's shoulders was cut.

She was startled, and quickly raised Jing Guangjian, and fought back on her shoulder.

"Qiang Qiang——"

Jing Guangjian split across the air, bursting out a strong mysterious light.

Jing Yanyan discovered that it was the silver thread in Ye Qingluo's flame-devouring fan that tore her clothes.

The silver wire is like a slender snake, soft and feeble, wrapped around a lightsaber.