Chapter 1848

  The girl's palm was full of cold sweat.

  No, it can’t go on like this!

  She raised her hand hard.

  The Seven Star Sword was held in his hand silently.

As soon as the Seven Star Sword appeared, the heavy Yin Qi condensed around Yan Tao faded a bit.

Yantao raised her brows slightly.

  She suddenly raised her hand, her mental and spiritual power turned into countless attacks, and she rushed towards the opposite Hell Lord.

   "Too weak, too weak."

   Xiaowawa shook her head with a serious face: "With your current level of attack, there is no way to break my defense."

  A touch of disappointment passed silently in her large water eyes.

   Yantao half-squinted his eyes, as if he hadn’t heard the words of the Hell Lord, still stubbornly launching an attack.

  In just half a minute, Yan Tao launched five attacks.

   but not once fell into place,

   didn’t even touch the Hell’s defense.

  But she was already sweating profusely.

  The girl clenched her fists tightly, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she was already in a state of extreme fatigue.

   "Yantao, you go!"

   Yan Zun spoke coldly, trying to make Yan Tao give up.

  Lu Zhidao looked at Yan Tao and Yan Zun. He leaned to Cui Jue's ear silently, lowered his voice and said, "Old Cui, will something really happen, right?"

  Cui Jue expressionless: "Look at their good fortune."

   "Aren't you nonsense!"

  Lu Zhidao rolled his eyes.

   Another half minute passed.

   "No way, no way!"

  The Hell’s short hands folded on his chest, shaking his head and sighing: "Too weak, too weak."

   "Are you also an emperor?"

   "It's just waste."

  Yantao let the Hell Lord's mocking words sound in her ears, and she just coldly continued her senseless attacks.

   "It's been a minute."

  Heart’s voice calmly reminds.

  Yantao walked with difficulty to a place where he was only three steps away from the Lord.

  Her hands are already shaking weakly.

The seven-star sword in    fell down, and Yan Tao seemed to have given up. He sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, and began to close his eyes and calm his mind.

  Tarshan King was slightly taken aback.

   "What is this little girl playing with?"

  Qin Guangwang was also confused.

  Cui Jue's eyes raised slightly.

  The person who is against the sky naturally has reasons for her to be against the sky.

   Another half minute passed.

   Yantao sat cross-legged, slowly turning his gaze to the thin layer of barrier around the Hell’s Lord.

  Her thin lips hooked slightly, and she stretched out her right hand, and the Seven Star Sword flew back silently.

  The girl's slender left hand was placed on her chest, and she kept pinching the tactics, but only layer by layer, and then layer by layer.

  The light on the tip of her left finger has changed from pale golden to bright golden.

  Yantao still did not stop, and was still superimposing the printing techniques layer by layer.

  In the whole process, the Hell Lord just watched Yan Tao's movements calmly and reminded her: "You still have a minute and a half."

   "One minute left."

  Another ten seconds passed.

  The golden light between Yantao's left hand has been dazzlingly dazzling.

  Suddenly she stretched out her hand, and the Seven Star Sword in her right hand flew out, and blasted straight towards the door of the Hell Lord.

   "Vertical, hands-on!"

  The girl sneered coldly, and almost at the same time that the voice shouted, a slender figure appeared silently behind her.

  The man's powerful spiritual power is directly integrated into the spiritual power condensed by Yan Tao.

  The two powers fuse together at the same time, transforming into an extremely powerful whirlwind, covering the small figure of Hell’s Lord.

  (End of this chapter)