Chapter 100

Ye Qing Ling's reaction was extremely sensitive.

No ….

It should be said that the reaction of the evil sword was very sensitive.

Every time Ye Feng Yu found a flaw in Ye Qing Ling's body to attack, the evil sword would control Ye Qing Ling's body to avoid it.

It did not give him any chance at all.

Ye Feng Yu was once again hit by the sword and flew to the ground.

Ye Qing Luo clenched her fists, her charming eyes were deep and terrifying.

She tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

She could not stop this match.

Even if she told the master about the evil sword now, it would take a long time to verify whether the evil sword belonged to the dark forces.

There were thousands of people in the Heavenly Pagoda, it was impossible for the master to give up the whole match for one student.

And what if Ye Qing Ling really went crazy and killed her brother the moment she left?

She was anxious and impatient, cursing why the audience and the ring had to be separated into two separate spaces.

Otherwise, she would not have told him about the evil sword.

Perhaps he felt the anxiety in Ye Qing Luo's heart.

Ye Feng Yu who was lying on the ground vomiting blood suddenly turned over and stood up.

This time, he didn't lift his saber and rushed forward to meet force with force.

Instead, he quickly went behind Ye Qing Ling, stretched out his long arm and directly grabbed her wrist that was holding the sword.

"Could it be that the telepathy between siblings is real?" Ye Qing Luo saw his action and was immediately shocked.

This was exactly what she was thinking.

Ye Qing Ling relied on the control of the evil sword to stand on the ring.

If her hand was bound, then the evil sword would be controlled!

Ye Qing Luo stared deeply at her brother's face that was full of blood and a few blue veins popped out on his forehead.

His complexion became paler and the fingers that were clasping Ye Qing Ling's wrist tightened little by little.

It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

Sure enough, Ye Qing Ling's wrist was bound and she could not release her profound Qi.

"Although this move can resist for a while, your brother's strength is too weak. If he is entangled by the evil sword's Yin Qi, he will be swallowed by the evil sword." Old Man Cang's worried voice sounded.

Ye Qing Luo clenched her pink lips.

She naturally understood this point as well.

But she believed in her brother, believed in his pure heart.

If the evil sword wanted to swallow or control humans, it could only catch a trace of darkness in the human heart.

Ye Feng Yu was a person with a pure heart.

"You want to steal my sword? Dream on! "

A tender shout suddenly came from the arena.

Only to see Ye Qing Ling's aura skyrocketing, a pair of bloodshot eyes shining with a penetrating anger.

Being entangled by Ye Feng Yu and unable to move had already made Ye Qing Ling distraught.

A stream of Mysterious Yin Qi quickly spread out from the sword.

Ye Fengyu only felt a sharp pain in his palm. An ice-cold chill instantly enveloped his entire arm.

The pain of being corroded came from his arm.

Immediately after, Ye Qing Ling's figure turned into a spiral snail and flipped in the air, breaking away from Ye Feng Yu's grasp.

He gave a backkick.

It struck Ye Feng Yu squarely in the chest.

Ye Feng Yu let out a muffled groan and was sent flying, crashing into the edge of the arena.

This time, he fell to the ground and could not get up again.

Large mouthfuls of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Little Yu!" Ye Qing Luo hurriedly rushed forward to support him.

In front of him was an invisible barrier.

She couldn't go over, so she could only watch helplessly as Ye Feng Yu gasped for breath. His clothes were already dyed red with blood.