The earth-shattering rolling tide surged, setting off the yellow sand in the sky, hideous and fierce.

Ye Qiantong gathered her fist and smashed it to the ground with a punch, and rushed forward in a straight line with the strength of her fist as the starting point,

The next second.

Bang bang!

Explosions rang out, and the wind and sand all over the ground went towards Murong Zhiruo like a column of water rushing to the sky, the speed was amazingly fast, and the lethality was strong and powerful.

The two attacks collided directly, making an earth-shattering sound of "boom".

The blast wave of spiritual power that hit the peak of the fifth order of the skystorm was completely crushed.

In an instant, the wind and sand in the sky seemed to be swallowed up, and disappeared cleanly.

A flash of disdain flashed on Murong Zhiruo's face.

The wind and sand dissipated, and the vision was clear, however, the red-clothed figure of the night thousand pupils was nowhere to be seen.

Murong Zhiruo's face froze, and suddenly, a cold chill surged from the soles of her feet and rushed straight to her head.

A ghostly figure silently appeared behind her, and its clean movements struck Murong Zhiruo's spine seven inches.

One move is ruthless, cruel and ruthless, but it is a move, Murong Zhiruo is absolutely paralyzed and dies!

Murong Zhiruo only felt that his head exploded, his back was cold, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cave, he didn't expect that Ye Qiantong would be able to run behind him unconsciously, and his eyes were full of deep disbelief.

But she is not a vegetarian either, her body's instinctive mechanism for danger is turned on, and countless spiritual powers are running wildly.

In an instant, there seemed to be ten thousand wind blades on her back, and they blasted at the people behind her coldly and bloodthirsty, and the power of destruction contained endless killing opportunities, overwhelming the sky and the earth, powerful and terrifying!

Ye Qian's eyes sank, and all the spiritual power of the dantian burst into defense.

However, this power is too powerful, and the third-order spiritual power is insignificant against the peak of the fifth-order, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Everything was only in an instant, Murong Zhiruo turned around like lightning, and with a palm blasted towards her heart, if it hit, her heart would definitely burst.

The terrifying power rushed to his face, bursting strongly, the qi and blood in Ye Qiantong's body surged, the blood vessels seemed to burst out, the whole body was like a thousand catties, and the limbs were full of sharp stinging pain.

Under the strong pressure, Ye Qiantong's speed did not weaken in the slightest, and she dodged like a ghost.

But the gap in strength is too great.

"Bang!" Hitomi Yachi's shoulder has been hit hard!

Murong Zhiruo's eyes flashed with a touch of cold arrogance, her eyes were full of disdainful contempt, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a cruel sneer.

However, at this moment, Ye Qiantong's five fingers turned into claws, regardless of the serious injury to her shoulder, she rose to the challenge, grabbed her wrist directly, and twisted it fiercely!

The corners of Murong Zhiruo's mouth stiffened, and a terrifying horror flashed in her eyes, a slippery and cold feeling suddenly enveloped her, and the cold and cruel chill penetrated her skin, eroding her whole body with murderous aura.

She only has one hand left, and if her wrist is useless, then she's finished!

"Blue and white thorns!" Murong Zhiruo screamed, and in a moment, he saw that slender wrist suddenly drilled out countless vine thorns as thin as hair! The momentum is fierce, sharp and bloodthirsty, like a poisonous snake attacking the night thousand pupils.

A trace of pity flashed in Ye Qiantong's eyes, and he quickly flashed back, but he was still shocked out by Murong Zhiruo's burst of majestic spiritual power.

"Poof-" Ye Qiantong fell to the ground heavily, drawing a long sand mark, his throat was sweet, and a stream of blood spurted out wildly.

Ye Qiantong raised his eyes, gently raised his hand to wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his pale lips slightly hooked up a touch of evil, bloodthirsty and enchanting, as cold as a cold pool for ten thousand years.