The Evil Emperor's Favored Wife: The Bloodthirsty Demon Concubine

Chapter 72
Bai Zimo's slender fingers suddenly pointed towards the garment maker beside him, "I am the final victim of this incident, okay? Look at my shop was smashed by your precious daughter, it is really a heavy loss ah!"

Yue Hongzhuo snorted coldly, "Hmph! I haven't settled with you yet, yet you dare to come here by yourself! Don't think, I don't know, without your secret permission, how could my daughter lose her life for nothing!"

"City Master Yue, I can understand your grief when a white-haired man gives away a black-haired man. However, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Your daughter's death has nothing to do with us, let alone, You need me to remind you of your daughter's personality! No one in Lingyue City knows, no one knows!"

"you……"

The words are not speculative, half a sentence is too much.

Yue Hongzhuo's face darkened, and the anger in his heart gushed out like the spiritual power in his palm, and it was menacing.

Flames burst into flames in the blue sky, choking everyone's breath.

The surrounding buildings were all swept away under the crushing force of this force, and countless broken tiles and stones flew all over the sky.

Luo Ziyue's face was slightly ugly, she obviously felt that under his pressure, her reaction was half a beat slower than before.

While dodging, he lost the flexibility he had before.

The obsidian-like eyes fell on Bai Zimo not far away with his back to her, looking him up and down.

Luo Yunhuang seemed to see what she was thinking, "Don't worry! These two guys are not vegetarians, and they won't be able to fight for a while! You can rest assured and boldly get rid of this group of annoying guys in front of you!"

Luo Ziyue didn't speak, the spiritual power in her body was roaring in her meridians like a raging sea, her feet stomped lightly on the ground, her whole body suddenly rose into the air, the red sword in her hand suddenly flew across the air, A scorching air attacked the surrounding iron guards.

As early as when she was moving, Luo Yunhuang had already appeared ghostly outside the battle circle. The little boy had a serious face, with his hands behind his back, watching Luo Ziyue's battle with the iron-clothed guards intently. Will remind her a few words.

This time, Luo Ziyue did not use the close combat tactics she was good at, but chose to fight with spiritual power, which she was not very good at.

She is extremely bad at controlling spiritual power.

In particular, release the spiritual power attribute in the body and use it reasonably in battle to achieve the goal of victory.

It's like the Yaohua sword transformed in her hand, it's more than gorgeous, but not sharp enough, the support fails shortly, and consumes too much spiritual power.

This is all a manifestation of her lack of control over spiritual power.

The power of the weapon transformed by a real strong man is comparable to that of a divine weapon.

This battle in front of her is very rare for her, how can she be willing to miss such a good training opportunity?

Luo Ziyue held the Yaohua sword in her hand and fought fiercely with the iron-clothed guards. From time to time, someone fell beside her, and the blows were so fierce that blood was seen on the knife.

On the streets paved with slate bricks, blood flowed slowly, winding and undulating.

The strong smell of blood filled the sky.

The normally noisy Lingyue City quieted down almost immediately.

Slowly and continuously, people gathered towards them, putting their feet up and watching the battle inside.

On the restaurant not far away, there were dense crowds of people standing.

The voices of crying and shouting from far to near, kept approaching them.

Yue Hongzhuo and Bai Zimo faced each other quietly, and they knew each other very well that if they fought, they would both lose.

It can be seen from the fact that Bai Zimo easily removed his ultimate move before.

Iron-clothed guards kept falling down at Luo Ziyue's feet, and new iron-clothed guards continued to replace them. They were like ants that could not be killed, causing Luo Ziyue's body to gradually grow. After all, the strength of these iron-clothed guards is not much worse than hers.

After fighting this way, she was not relaxed, and her nerves were highly tense, which made her face a little pale.

The corners of her mouth were always slightly upturned, with a faint smile on her face, and her head was running at high speed.

Constantly beating the previously reserved knowledge base to find the best solution.

When the Yaohua sword in her hand was submerged and disappeared in her palm, her figure suddenly froze in mid-air.

Indifferent eyes flicked past the body of the guard in iron clothes, and his hands slowly moved in front of him.

The movement was very slow, but people hiding in the dark suddenly found that when her palms were swimming, there seemed to be countless hands waving in front of their eyes, making them dazzled and dizzy.

The aura on Luo Ziyue's body increased little by little, and the red spiritual power emerging from her palm slowly circled around her like a blood mist.

When the aura on her body reached a certain peak, the arc of the corner of her mouth deepened a lot, and she glanced sarcastically at Yue Hongzhuo who was not far away, which shocked him, as if he had realized something, he pointed at Tie Yi The guard sternly said, "Get out!"

It's a pity, the moment his voice sounded, Luo Ziyue's expression froze, and she pushed out her hands resting on her chest fiercely.

"boom!"

A loud noise spread out around her.

The dazzling red light illuminated half of the sky, like the setting sun at sunset, amazed everyone's eyes.

The rich blood-colored spiritual power was like a sharp blade, slashing towards the iron-clothed guards all around with the momentum of splitting bamboo.

The old man hiding in the dark secretly said: Not good!

In order to prevent things from deteriorating and making it impossible to end, his figure flashed, and a ghost appeared above the battle.

Frowning slightly, he waved his hand casually, and suddenly, a cool and comfortable spiritual power like a breeze appeared above everyone's heads.

Lightly blowing away that bloody spiritual power, it turned into nothingness.

But even so, there were still quite a few weaker guards in iron clothes who were cut in half by the bloody spiritual power.

The iron-clothed guard, who barely escaped, looked at the scene in front of him with lingering fear, and his astonished eyes fell on Luo Ziyue's side in disbelief.

After looking around for a week, the old man's cold gaze finally settled on Luo Ziyue's slightly displeased face.

With a slight sigh, he raised his palm slightly.

An invisible force supported her body and slowly lifted her up from the ground, "Are you injured?"

Luo Ziyue snorted coldly, turned her head away from looking at the old man, and quietly hid her hands behind her back in her sleeves.

No one could see her slightly trembling hands after exhaustion.

The old man naturally understood why she was angry, but he was not in a hurry to explain.

Grabbing the hand that hid her behind her, slowly and continuously strength poured from his palm into Luo Ziyue's body.

(End of this chapter)