Seeing Tang Ling'er's movements, Murong Ran obviously relaxed a little while leaning against Zhuzi's body.
That's it, it's better to die among the petals!
The boy turned right, holding the flying knife, but still couldn't use his strength. He took a big breath and turned his body sideways. The seventh petal and the eighth petal attacked at the same time, one left and one right.
He could not escape sideways, and the boy turned over a few times on the ground, but the two petals followed closely.
In the blink of an eye, the two petals surrounded the left and right in an instant, and the body could no longer move.
Seeing this, Tang Ling'er looked fierce and raised her right hand gently. The cold tip of the Ice Po Sword pointed at the boy like a dancing move.
As if he was following the order, a red light flashed on the two petals, and then he went straight towards the boy's body. Among the people present, someone would sigh, after all, was about to die.
But the boy suddenly raised his eyes, and a light burst out from his firm eyes like a beast. His hands, which could not be raised, suddenly raised above his head. Two flying knives flew in the air, and then left their fingertips, directly
Go towards the two petals.
Mo Qingluo looked at the two flying knives with interest. The two flying knives appeared fiery red. The fire-attribute spiritual power contained in them was not weak. He immediately knew that this was probably the young man's desperate battle.
"This should be the end of such a despicable person." Murong Ran murmured softly.
However, the hall was very quiet at this time, which made Murong Ran's voice particularly obvious. Everyone turned their eyes to Murong Ran, and their faces were indescribable.
Despicable... I think Murong Ran has no right to say this to a boy!
But no one saw it, and a trace of invisible blue color was as transparent as it entered the flying knife.
"Chi Chi--" The sound of spiritual power collision instantly pulled everyone's attention back. Everyone opened their mouths wide, and saw that the young man who should have fallen in this last move was still standing firm, and that
Although the spiritual power collision between the two petals is extremely powerful, the shadows of flowers are no longer visible now.
It actually broke the red snow mark!
Everyone finally closed their mouths, and the strangeness in their eyes when they looked at the boy was even more obvious. That was the mark of Chixue! Even if Tang Ling'er had not yet practiced, it was still sent by Tang Ling'er, a person from the late stage of the Cloud Realm.
The upper level of the mysterious level!
Too incredible OK!
The boy raised his eyes, his face still pale, and the blood left at the corner of his mouth was too late to wipe off, but his eyes were staring at where Mo Qingluo was.
Everyone followed the boy's gaze and saw that Mo Qingluo was still so cold, and his clear eyes were also cold. If Tang Ling'er was the proud Binglan, then Mo Qingluo in front of him was more like a tall Tianshan snow lotus.
, beautiful is ostentatious and noble.
The young man in a civilian suddenly grinned and showed his white teeth. Seeing Mo Qingluo's eyes still unfacing, there seemed to be something more in his eyes.
A trace of incredible flashed through Tang Ling'er's beautiful eyes. How could it be? The imprint of Chixue that she was proud of was actually broken? Under her nose, she was broken by a boy who was undoubtedly inferior to her in cultivation.
!
Murong Ran also bit his lower lip tightly, his originally determined eyes wide at this time. How could this be the case?