Chapter 1912 Enemy (3)

"what?"

Ye Qing’s heart was shocked, and she never thought that she would find the culprit of the blood-washing **** family at this moment.

And this person is simply powerful to the point of horror!

The undead of the Shadow Temple, seeing everything in front of them, the expression became more and more stunned, but they knew very well that they were not the opponents of this feminine teenager.

Almost for a moment, all the hopes of the undead have fallen on Ye Qingying's body.

Ye Qingwei: "..."

She is also very embarrassed...

Even the death is not his opponent, how can he beat him?

However, Ye Qingqi did not know what this person was looking for.

This person can't say anything.

Or, what this person implies, the real shadow Lord knows, but...

Ye Qingqi did not know.

"Shadow Lord, are you arrogant to hand over things, or to say... If you want me to destroy your entire Shadow Temple, will you hand over things?" The patience of the feminine boy has obviously been exhausted.

Ye Qingying looked at the ruin of the ice cone, and the heart was very anxious, but the face could only make a light and cloudy gesture.

"Do you want that thing?" Ye Qingying's pretentious gesture.

"Yes."

"Yes, if you can knock me down with a single blow, I will put my hands on my hands." Ye Qing said.

The feminine boy gave a slight glimpse, apparently did not think that Ye Qingyi would have been so open.

"What do you mean?" There was a trace of confusion on the face of the feminine teenager.

Ye Qingyi smiled slightly: "It doesn't mean anything, just want to see if you have the qualifications and let me shoot. I will let you take a trick. If you can hurt me, if I lose, if I can't... ..."

Ye Qingying’s words are strange, Rao is a feminine teenager, and he is not sure what the shadow of the Lord is playing.

but……

"No problem, but... let's say it in advance, you don't want to be like the patriarch of the Nanlin ancient family. If you die, you have to waste a lot of effort to find that thing." The feminine teenager is full of his own strength. I am myself.

Ye Qing’s heart sank slightly.

Sure enough, this boy was the culprit in the blood of the ancient people during this time.

"You are crazy? You are not his opponent at all." Xiaobaihu saw Ye Qingying's behavior of seeking death, and he could not help but be an ant on the hot pot.

Ye Qingyi gave Xiaobaihu a slightly sullen expression, and then stepped forward.

The icy face on the ice was full of painful colors. He looked at Ye Qingyi step by step and wanted to speak, but he couldn't move.

"The Lord, this kid's trick is very strange." Ghost Ji whispered.

Ye Qingyi nodded slightly.

Immediately stood in front of the boy, with a faint smile on his face, his posture calm and atmospheric.

"Let's make a move."

The feminine teenager looked at what was called the strongest shadow lord in the mainland. The silver brilliance floating in the scorpion gradual spread, directly covering the whole glutinous rice, making his eyes silver, his whole body, It has grown exponentially and is stronger than before.

In the next second, the feminine teenagers ignited a faint blue flame, and for a moment, a fierce palm rushed toward Ye Qingyu!

In an instant, like the huge force of a landslide, it swelled to a height of 100 meters, and suddenly slammed down towards Ye Qing.

(End of this chapter)