Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The light in Ye Qing Luo’s eyes submerged. Her pupils became red in a split second, brimming with a murderous aura.
The toes of her foot lightly tapped, turned instantly, and her body already moved rapidly to tangle within the battling crowd of people.
Yuchi Ya had been fiercely glaring at Ye Qing Luo with hostility. Seeing her make a move, he immediately closely followed and move forward.
Ye Qing Luo’s figure was crafty. Very quickly, she moved behind that lackey.
In the instant just as that lackey’s palm was going to strike at the back of Ye Feng Yu’s head, his wrist suddenly burst in a sharp pain.
He only saw a slim lily-white hand firmly strike his wrist.
The skin of that fair, lily-white hand was porcelain like.
Each finger looked like scallion, so slender they seemed to have no strength at all.
But it’s precisely this pair of hands which pinched at the artery and tendon at his wrist.
Using only a little bit of strength, his arm’s arteries and tendon would absolutely be broken!
“You want to touch my little brother? Who gave you the nerve?” Ye Qing Luo curved her lips enchantingly as five fingers struck.
A blood-curdling scream exploded from that lackey’s mouth as he covered his own wrist and rolled on the ground.
Ye Feng Yu finally noticed that he was sneak attacked from behind. He looked at Ye Qing Luo in a slightly embarrassed manner. “Elder Sister, thank you….”
Ye Qing Luo’s cold eyes flashed as she immediately pulled his body, turning him sideways to evade.
Soon after, one leg flew and kicked at the stomach of another lackey mounting a sneak attack.
“When confronting the enemy, the worst taboo is to be lenient and absent-minded! On the battlefield, these two points are enough to take your life!”
Ye Qing Luo deep and cold voice mixed with anger.
Ye Feng Yu was faintly startled. He understood the meaning behind his sister’s advice.
Recalling those words that Ye Qing Luo and Zi Ling spoke yesterday, he suddenly seemed to have understood something. The light in his eyes became resolute. “I understand!”
After he spoke, he already charged at the other three lackeys again.
These people originally were unworthy of sympathy, and were also unworthy of his leniency.
If he was lenient, the one to die wouldn’t merely be himself, there’s also his sister.
He wanted to protect his sister, so he must remove those barriers that hinder his sister, cleanly get rid of them!
As Ye Feng Yu rushed into the fight once again, he was clearly more imposing and entirely different from before.
Each form and each move was totally ruthless!
Ye Qing Luo’s gaze circled around, remembering how Yuchi Ya also followed closely in making a move just now, yet now, his shadow could no longer be seen.
As she was thinking about this, a burst of cold suddenly erupted at her back.
Formidable!
Yuchi Ya surprisingly stealthily moved behind her!
Want to pete with her in speed?
Ye Qing Luo’s ears moved keenly, confirming Yuchi Ya’s position while she struck a fist out ferociously behind her!
That fist fell on empty space. In any case, Yuchi Ya was somewhat skillful and sensed the instant Ye Qing Luo twisted to deliver her fist. He gave up his attack and rolled on the ground, evading that fist.
There wasn’t the slightest trace of fluctuation of profound qi on Ye Qing Luo’s body.
However…..his lackey’s bloody experience told him that if he was hit by Ye Qing Luo’s fist, he would certainly no longer be able to stand!
After he evaded, Yuchi Ya took the opportunity as his hands moved, profound qi released from the hollow of his palm.
In a split second, the entire medicine hall swayed.
A sharp longsword formed in Yuchi Ya’s hand, mixed with fragments of flowing lightning, a dense chilliness emitted from the point of his sword.
He lifted up the longsword, one swipe spread his murderous aura and directly chopped down!
This sword strike, was many times more advanced pared to the sword strike Ye Qing Ling produced.
It’s momentum was extremely ferocious, and even had lightning mixed in.
The corners of Ye Qing Luo’s mouth curved slightly, as she weled that sword strike, without any fear at all.
She extracted that folding fan from inside her sleeve, revolving it beautifully at her fingertips.
As she clashed head-on, when she struck at his sword hand, suddenly a powerful qi wave engulfed everything behind her…
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