Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 921: The courage must be put on the right person

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Blood water and brain plasma are splashing, and under this **** sky, it is extremely disgusting.

Everyone's eyes follow the direction of the palm wind.

I saw the leader, withdrawing his palm.

Relentless...

Too ruthless.

The shot is quick and unrelenting.

It is precisely this momentum of killing that no one dares to say a word for these profound practitioners who are used to killing and killing.

The leader saw that the surroundings calmed down, and immediately focused on Ye Qingluo with the poisoned gaze: "Or, you can choose to go with me obediently, I am happy if I cooperate, and I can consider giving you those Burden, leave a whole body."

These words are extremely arrogant!

The profound practitioners of all forces were shocked.

The killer of the Killer Hall, when did he bring his seeds like this?

The twenty-odd mercenaries suddenly filled with anger, whistling and just about to respond.

But Ye Qingluo raised his hand to stop him.

Ye Qingluo tightened her eyebrows coldly, and when she met those cold eyes, she didn't have any fear. Instead, she smiled and said, "Have you guys from the Law Party always been so defiant?"

The three words "Protecting the Law Party" are said to be true.

Ye Qingluo clearly saw the surprise and vigilance in the eyes of the leading black-robed man.

"Little girl, it's really rare for you to have such courage at your age." The head of the black-robed man's eyes darkened, and he seemed to grin with a sly sneer.

After a meal, the sneer became gloomy and eccentric: "It's just that the courage must be placed on the right person. For example, me, that's looking for death!"

As soon as the voice fell, the leader in the black robe had already launched an offensive.

Placing the palms with both hands, the wind comes down with the palms and the face.

"Rumble—"

The strong air wave set off dust and gravel in the sky.

The surrounding areas of Ye Qing's fall were caught in a hurricane.

This powerful force made Ye Qingluo a little bit astonished.

She can even feel the tingling sensation on the skin when the hurricane blows, flipping her clothes.

The dark forces are indeed frightening dark forces.

Such a powerful person also has a guard against the heavens. If it really exists in the realm of Nirvana, I am afraid that this interface will never be peaceful!

Ye Qing fell into the mercenary group medal and whispered in a soft voice: "You are careful to deal with these people, these people are people from the dark forces, if you really lose, you will run away!"

After that, the flame-devouring fan in his hand suddenly unfolded, facing the hurricane, sweeping the wind blade.

The coquettish red glow is dazzling.

Shengsheng tore the hurricane apart.

Ye Qingluo didn't mean to stop, his figure rolled over in the air, and the feather fan in his hand launched several fierce offensives.

Silver silk shoots away like a poisonous snake with a scarlet tongue.

The leader in the black robe seemed unexpected, Ye Qingluo reacted so quickly.

In such a short period of time, he avoided his attack and resisted.

The cherishment of talent has made the leading black-robed man a little more admired.

"Sure enough, she is a girl whom the Lord looks at, her aptitude is indeed amazing."

The head of the black-robed man was slightly on one side, and the nine black-robed men swarmed up behind him.

The mercenaries of the World Mercenary Group immediately greeted them and resisted the nine-man offensive.

People from various forces saw this and immediately wanted to get in.

But he heard the howling of dozens of monsters, and the huge body blocked the profound practitioners of those forces.

The corners of the eyes of the leader in the black robe were raised slightly, and the sharp eyes became sharp in a flash, and the palm wind turned again, and the palm wind was fierce and fierce.

Ye Qingluo is so far apart, she can clearly feel the strong waves of air that hit her face.

Subconsciously, she unfolded the feather fan, and the red mysterious light turned into a protective shield.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Ye Qingluo pinched the arm of the flame-devouring fan, and it suddenly numb, as if he had received a heavy blow...