Ye Luo's heart was full of waves.

Does she have to fight this man to decide the winner?

Ye Fan raised his head and glanced at Ye Luo lightly, that is, at a glance, without looking further. Obviously not very interested.

Ye Luo was embarrassed.

The time Yefan looked at her just now, she felt like an elder looking at the junior, and after a glance, it was gone.

The race is on.

"Let's do it."

Ye Fan spoke, and his voice was deeper than the silent night, and more waveless than the Sanskrit sound.

"Offended, Senior Brother Night."

Ye Luo took out the Flame Pole Spear, and a Great Emperor Phantom slowly rose behind him, as well as a Flame Flow Throne. Her body was covered in a fiery red light mask, and the arena was almost burning.

Yefan is as immobile as a mountain, with ten finger sleeves and gently plucked the strings.

He is a Le Dao cultivator.

Just a few notes, the air oscillated, the aftermath was vast, and it claimed to be a small world.

The sound of the piano is pleasant, full of tranquility and easy-going, like mountains and flowing water, like a clear wind and bright moon, the will of fire, which is full of killing energy, is easily excluded.

"Emperor Yan's Heavenly Burial!"

As soon as Ye Luo's spear fell, the earthquake trembled.

The throne of the Yan Emperor exudes a surging power and is boundless. The will of the flame fused with the boundless will of Shura, and it came with a bang.

Ye Fan didn't even frown, but just plucked the strings a few more times, and the notes were like light and wind, surging with time, heaven and earth. Overcome rigidity with softness and static braking.

The "Emperor Yan's Heavenly Burial", which had awakened two-thirds of the phantoms, had failed to shake half of the small world of the Yefan sound range.

The power of the fierce flames, under the magic law of Ledao, is dissipated into invisibility.

Ye Luo was shocked.

She knew she had met a real master.

Inside the Tianji Gate is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, this Yefan, a piano heart, the perfect pursuit of music, and the artistic conception is perfect.

"Rigid play doesn't work." She told herself in her heart, "Perhaps, the inheritance of purple water, the inclusion of all things, and the melting of water can have a little effect." ”

Ye Luo put away the Flame Pole Gun.

Yefan didn't mean to take the initiative to attack herself, and she didn't need to waste her frenzy and let the Yanji Spear wear it on her body in the form of a crimson defense suit.

Treat ghost-eyed maniacs, there is a way to deal with ghost-eyed maniacs; Treat Yefan, there is a way to treat Yefan.

Ye Luo ran the first layer of purple water inheritance, and around his body, a layer of purple hookah gradually floated.

"Purple Water Seals the Heavenly Palm!"

The right arm was steaming and boiling, showing a huge mist phantom, containing the power of blood.

In the audience, those who had the power of the bloodline were all sensed, and they looked at the No. 29 arena in surprise to watch the battle.

"Oh my God! This newcomer is a bloodline owner! ”

"Her bloodline is a bit like the purple water bloodline of Purple Water Martial King An Yunjian eight hundred years ago."

"That's right! The Purple Water Martial King used the Purple Water Seal Heavenly Palm for a long time! This girl, although far inferior to the Purple Water Martial King, has a very pure bloodline, and there is a faint aura of primevality. ”

"Hey, it's a pity, she actually faced Yefan, that Ledao powerhouse!"

"Yefan's musical attainments are said to have originated from the ancestor of the Ye family, Emperor Qin. The descendants of the Ye family, for the comprehension of the artistic conception of Emperor Qin's inheritance, do not have Ye Van Gogh. ”

"Shhhh

……

Ye Luo didn't have the time to listen to what the audience was discussing. It's too hard to deal with Yefan.