Ye Qingyang felt uncomfortable looking at Yue Qing's cold expression. It felt like a little sheep being stared at by a wolf, Ye Qingyang took two steps back in horror like a little sheep.
"You can't escape today." The anemone in Yue Qing's hand moved again, silver light burst out, and the top of the sword hilt was like a lotus flower shining light, light silver, dark yellow, mixed with wood green flow out together.
The first two are Yueqing's soul attributes steel and thunder, and the third is derived from the power in the anemone flower, and the place where the three powers are combined has been covered by light and mist.
Generally speaking, for feminine women, the two stronger attributes of steel and thunder rarely exist, but Yueqing occupies two. It can be said that her life and soul are more belligerent. Ye Qingyang was also shocked by the power emanating from the anemone just now.