Ice thorns can't pierce her feet?

What are her feet made of? Like her hands, aren't they flesh and blood?

"His Royal Highness the Prince, is that all?" The corners of Ye Luo's lips hooked the arc of the light wind of the clouds, and she had already transferred the second weight of the Nine Turns Golden Body from her hands to her feet, so she could walk on the ground on this deadly ice thorn.

"It's just like this, it's impossible to win against me."

Ye Luo stepped lightly with his left foot.

"Click"

An ice thorn turns into ice crystals and disappears into the air.

"Click"

A row of ice spikes advanced, turning into ice chips and powder under her jade feet.

Two minutes later, seven or eight hundred ice thorns were gone. And she was not hurt at all, not even the three thousand green silks were messed up, and her golden eyes were calm and sharp, looking at him, as if she was a wordless provocation.

Mo Jue's face was confused, and he received a huge blow.

His strength is not worth mentioning in front of her. What is he proud of?

"If not, it's time for me to do it!"

Ye Luo turned into a light golden wind shadow, used the best fighting and killing technique in the army, and launched a crazy melee attack on Mo Jue, punching to the flesh, and killing him.

A punch is heavier than a punch, and a blow is more critical than a blow.

She knows the structure of the human body, she knows where the most vulnerable places are, she knows where the attacks are most effective!

After a while, Mo Jue seemed to be overstretched.

He is the crown prince, he is pampered, he never needs to work hard. He learns from others, and everyone else lets him. He is not like Mo Ye, Mo Ye has at least been on the battlefield. Experienced the baptism of iron and blood. His actual combat ability is really not very good.

A quarter of an hour ago, he had been able to draw with her in close combat; Half an hour later, he was running out.

Forty-five minutes later, fragmented wounds began to appear on his body, blood was visible, and his movements began to slow down.

An hour later, he was bleeding from many places all over his body, and his whole body was in a mess, even the hosta that tied his hair was knocked off, and his hair was messy, mixed with sweat, and stuck to the side of his cheeks. He was out of breath and dizzy.

Mo Jue knew that he had lost.

If he continues to fight, he will only die.

"I throw in the towel." His voice was low, and his face was full of lifeless pain.

At this moment, he realized. How vulnerable you are in the face of the threat of death. The desire to be majestic in front of the woman you like instantly turned into powder.

"Ye Luo, win."

Deacon Ling's rigid and old voice echoed in the silent and terrifying martial arts training ground, "From now on, Ye Luo will be promoted to the second ranking of the outer gate, and Mo Jue will be demoted to the ninth ranking of the outer gate. ”

The venue was in an uproar.

The prince's fiasco was caught off guard. It's like a hydrogen bomb, still entering the crowd, exploding.

"Isn't it, that madman actually won?"

"I strongly doubt that she is a woman!"

"It's obviously such a petite body, how can it contain such a terrifying explosive power!"

"You know, that's not explosiveness. Have you ever seen an explosive force that lasts for half an hour? She's staying power! ”

"Even a man trained in the army is difficult to have such an iron and bloody will as she has. If I were her, I would be exhausted after fighting desperately in close combat for half an hour. ”

"The eldest lady of the Ye family, what kind of terrible training has she received?"