Chapter 120
Game, it was indeed a game.
To Ye Qing Luo, this was a game … a game of cat and mouse.
The taste would definitely be better if the mouse was fattened up before eating.
Everyone saw that Ye Qing Luo was playing with Ye Qing Ling like a mouse.
Ye Qing Ling, who was controlled by the evil sword, constantly released sword qi and sword moves. The entire stage was stirred up by the surging profound yin qi.
But every time it was about to hit Ye Qing Luo, the next second, Ye Qing Luo's figure disappeared.
The next second, Ye Qing Luo appeared behind Ye Qing Ling.
There would always be something left on Ye Qing Ling.
Ye Qing Ling, who was drenched in blood, flowed to her right arm and was sucked dry by the evil sword.
After drinking blood, the evil sword's evil qi became more turbulent.
It completely treated Ye Qing Ling as its own food and the speed of absorption had increased by a lot.
Not long after, Ye Qing Ling's face had become frighteningly pale.
Even her plump red lips had become pale and shriveled, especially horrifying.
About half a cup of tea's time, Ye Qing Luo stopped playing.
She raised her eyebrows and revealed a righteous expression: "Fourth Sister, I promised you that I will let you live, I will not go back on my words."
If the evil sword drank more of Ye Qing Ling's blood, Ye Qing Ling's body would probably be devoured by the evil sword.
"I am tired after playing for so long, this game should be over." The sneer in her eyes gradually deepened as her cold voice sounded leisurely.
The woman in red had a very shallow sneer on her lips, her pair of charming eyes were suffused with a cold glint.
The feather fan in her hand was constantly rotating at a high speed on her fair fingertips.
The coquettish red light blended with the profound qi.
Rolling up a fire dragon, it covered the sky and wrapped around Ye Qing Ling.
Ye Qing Ling didn't feel any pain at all, under the evil sword's control, her whole body directly rushed towards the fire dragon.
The evil sword slashed down horizontally, gathering a scalp numbing Yin qi.
That sword qi split the fire dragon that Ye Qing Luo had condensed.
Her whole body was like an arrow released from the bow, rushing straight over.
That momentum was fierce and fast!
The spectators below the stage kept on screaming as they shouted for Ye Qing Luo to be careful.
But Ye Qing Luo stood on the spot with a calm expression, allowing the evil sword to get closer.
That disdainful cold arrogance was not the least bit inferior to Di Mo Xuan.
The evil sword, approached the front.
Ye Qing Luo suddenly raised her feather fan and coincidentally pinched onto the sword's body.
The red light moved and immediately wrapped around the Evil Sword.
Under the control of the demonic sword, Ye Qing Ling tried to withdraw her arm.
However, the feather fan was like a suction cup, sucking the sword so tightly that it couldn't move at all.
"Ah … Ah ah …" Ye Qing Ling was anxious, her mouth issued a hoarse roar, very much like the howl of a wild beast.
The expression on his face was twisted and ferocious.
Ye Qing Luo's eyes narrowed as her five fingers which were holding onto the feather fan suddenly retracted …..
The feather fan closed.
With a "kacha" sound, the evil sword actually broke into pieces when the feather fan closed up ….
Almost in an instant, the Yin Qi in the arena quickly disappeared.
The evil sword fell on the broken arena and lost all its brilliance, like half a piece of rusty iron.
And Ye Qing Ling who was suspended high in the air, at the same time, fell straight down and fell hard on the arena.
"Old man, is there any way to make the profound qi absorbed by the Profound Yin Sword return to Ye Qing Ling?" Ye Qing Luo narrowed her eyes and asked in her heart.
Old Man Cang was surprised: "You want to save her?"