The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse, and the clear sky above the sky arena suddenly turned into endless red clouds of fire.
Fire clouds rolled and thunder bursts.
The temperature in the air has been unimaginably high.
The teachers and students watching around the arena seemed to have been cooked, with their faces red and sweating profusely.
The stands were plunged into extreme commotion.
But no one was willing to leave, because they all saw very clearly that all these strange phenomena were caused by the girl in the middle of the arena who was surrounded by Hua Wuqing's demonic flowers and was in a dilemma.
Big comeback!
"Abiyan Hell!"
Ling Luo raised his palm and slowly clenched it into a fist in mid-air.
In an instant, the rolling fire clouds and huge waves turned into endless fire rain, falling directly from the clouds in the sky.
The scale of Lingluo Yanyu was countless times larger than Hua Wuqing's Poison Rain!
The demonic flowers were rained down by the rain of flames, and burned into blazing flames. They twisted and struggled, and let out shrill wails.
Ling Luo stood in the center of the arena, and the scorching wind lifted up her plain dress. She stood there with a smile on her lips, so enchanting that people dared not look directly at her.
More than a thousand demon flowers were gradually burned away, and the owner of the demon flowers, Hua Wuqing, looked regretful and panicked, forming a wooden barrier in an attempt to withstand the scorching rain.
"Hahaha, Mr. Wuqing, no matter how many barriers you create, it will be useless!"
With a wild attitude, she returned to him all the words he had just said not long ago!
The immortal fire will burn when it encounters the wooden barrier. The wooden barrier created by Hua Wuqing is his own tomb of flowing fire!
"Ahhhh——"
Not long after, Hua Wuqing's pitiful screams came from within the burning wooden barrier.
"My young master's clothes! My young master's face! Don't want it!"
The screams came one after another, changing from cries of pain to begging for mercy: "I admit defeat! Stop, stop this damn fire!"
Jiulan Academy has regulations that do not allow lives to be harmed in battles in the Sky Arena. Now that Hua Wuqing has taken the initiative to surrender, Ling Luo has no need to continue fighting.
She slowly raised her clenched fist and slowly opened her fingers.
The scorching rain stopped. The rolling fire clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing another clear blue sky.
On the arena, the strong aura of fire energy was also swept away, leaving only Hua Wuqing kneeling on the ground, extremely embarrassed.
His clothes, which he used to incense for an hour every day, were burnt black, and one-third of the black hair he washed twice a day was burned off. Even his most cherished face was completely black.
Ling Luo looked at the handsome Red Sky Sword that had regained its luster in her hand, and a satisfied arc overflowed from her lips.
"Thank you, old friend."
After walking down from the arena, Ling Luo received countless surprised and fiery glances.
"Luo'er." Xuanyuan Yu had a warm smile on his face, "You did a good job."
Ling Luo smiled, and when her eyes moved, she saw Jie's thin figure. She stretched out her hand, rubbed his head as usual, and said: "Xiao Jie, you are here too, why don't you practice with the master?
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"Master agreed for me to come." Jie smiled, with a faint purple light flashing in his rather large eyes, "Sister, you are so awesome."
"How can I compare to Yu?" Ling Luo disagreed, "The next one is Yu's. Look, he is really powerful."