Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 1631

The level of this battle is completely beyond what the semifinals should be like.

There are many Qianyuan disciples around the fifth arena. Those who reacted quickly and retreated in time were just scratched, and those who reacted slowly were directly covered under the ruins. With the help, he crawled out from the dusty ruins, turned his head and looked towards the arena while licking his mouthful of dirt.

"What happened?"

"Who won?"

"It must be Senior Brother Wuwang."

"I guess it's also a senior brother, but that's the energy revealed by a seventh-rank mad martial artist."

"What about Ye Luo? The sword that Ye Luo used just now is really mysterious and profound, it's too scary."

"What's the use of being mysterious and profound? Ye Luo should be dead."

"That's right, with Ye Luo's cultivation as a second-level mad martial artist, it's too difficult to control a third-level spiritual weapon that can only be used by the mad martial arts sect. Besides, she is so close to the source of the explosion, she must have been blown to pieces. .”

Everyone insisted that Ye Luo died, and Shen Wuwang won.

Si Yutian's heart was almost about to burst.

He no longer cared about attacking Daoist Yuxuan and Fairy Yubi, turned into a black afterimage, and swept from the referee's seat to the arena.

As anxious as he was, Baby Si Shitian also turned into a stream of light and swept past.

Master Yuxuan, Fairy Yubi, Master Yugui, and Master Yuyi were also very concerned about the final outcome of the battle. The sky above the arena.

The gravel and smoke spread out.

The dust has settled.

The aftermath of the energy from the explosion and the sword pose has not dissipated yet.

The six people raised their sleeves at the same time, brushing away the aftermath of energy, and the scene in the ruins of the arena was finally clear.

It was a spherical pit.

At the bottom of the pit, there is a person.

To be precise, two people.

Ye Luo was at the top, clasping Shen Wuwang's shoulder with one leg, one leg on Shen Wuwang's waist, and holding a jade flute in the other hand, piercing Shen Wuwang's heart accurately .

The dazzling blood stained the jade flute red.

The heart was broken, and blood came out in small streams, like a small fountain.

Ye Luo's fair cheeks were also stained with a few drops of blood.

Her face was pale because of exhaustion; her chest heaved violently because of anger; there was a smile as bright as Shura on her lips because of revenge.

And Shen Wuwang, who was pierced into the heart by her sword, is not dead yet, Shen Wuwang's body twitched, his eyes bulged to the extreme, and he stared at Ye Luo with an extremely frightened look, as if she was the most terrifying in the world femme fatale.

He opened his mouth and let out a suppressed whine from his throat.

He wanted to say something, but because he was too shocked and in pain, he didn't even have the ability to say the last sentence before he died.

"Oh? What do you want to say?"

Ye Luo spoke.

Her voice was weak, and even her breathing became short of breath, which was obviously a phenomenon of overdrawing.

"Want to say I'm sorry? It's too late. Since you dared to do that to my brother yesterday, your life is already mine. "

Finished.

Ye Luo held the jade flute with both hands, and turned it vigorously in the opposite direction.

Just heard a "poof".

It was the sound of the heart being completely crushed into blood mud.

(End of this chapter)