Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1465: Ruined that face

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Ye Qingluo was vigilant, and immediately unfolded the flame-devouring fan, whipping up a hurricane, and blocking him.

Immediately, his body sank down, his footwork was used, and he quickly escaped from the imperial grandma’s attack range.

The hurricane shines with coquettish red light.

The surrounding air is also lingering and tangling under the rotation of the hurricane.

It directly brought up an overwhelming, rolling wave of air.

“Boom——”

The hurricane collided with the imperial grandma’s offensive.

The surrounding air waves are surging.

Even if Ye Qingluo got out of the attack range, his arm was still cut by the air wave.

Blood poured out suddenly.

Ye Qingluo’s figure moved back more than ten meters.

“Sister!” Limao lay on Qiqi’s back, crying Ye Qingluo weakly.

Ye Qing settled down, her eyes looked forward with biting eyes, and the imperial grandmother who was making a sneer laughter, his brows and eyes were full of solemnity.

She has no spare time to look at her injuries.

The imperial grandma attacked, and then directly attacked Ye Qingluo’s body.

No mercy at all.

The imperial grandmother’s offensive is swift and violent, and the air waves it brings up seem to destroy the world.

Everywhere I went, the ground shattered, revealing a long gap.

Ye Qing gritted his teeth, merged the artifact with his own power, and used all his best to avoid the imperial grandmother’s attack.

I kept analyzing the imperial grandma’s offensive in my mind and cracking it down.

It’s just that the gap between the profound ranks can turn defeat into victory not only by using divine tools.

Ye Qingluo’s avoidance and finding an opportunity to counterattack the imperial grandma’s behavior.

In the eyes of the imperial grandma, it was simply a dying struggle.

A small earth profound practitioner, even if he can control the power of the divine tool.

So what?

The owner of the artifact is a waste.

Can you count on artifacts to turn waste into genius?

With a few tricks, Ye Qingluo’s body is already covered with wounds of all sizes.

A blue-and-white hospital uniform has long been dyed red.

Even the standing body is a little shaky.

The blood is dripping down her body slowly.

Ye Qingluo wiped the blood that overflowed from her lips, and she looked at the imperial grandma with her eyes coldly, without a hint of giving in.

Under the billowing air, if you look closely.

It can be vaguely seen that in Ye Qingluo’s charming eyes, a faint red glow is faintly looming.

The imperial grandma glanced contemptuously at Ye Qingluo, turned her head and looked at Feng Chime again: “Xiaoling, are you still satisfied?”

The **** Ye Qingfall, looks absolutely no less injured than wind chimes.

Wind chimes are very happy.

However, when I saw that face that was stained with blood but still beautiful, Feng Chime flashed jealousy under his eyes: “Grandma! I ruined her face. See what she did when she went to the underworld. Come to seduce other ghosts!”

“Okay! Grandma will ruin her face.” The imperial palace grandma responded lovingly to the wind chime’s request.

Immediately turned around and looked at the crumbling Ye Qingluo, like a desperate evil spirit, with a cold and cruel eyes.

The cloak dances and the black robe moves.

A withered hand like a dead branch sticks out of the cloak.

The dreaded finger flashed, and a sharp nail was seen from the five fingers.

Like a sharp blade, shining with a cold light.

“Swish—”

With a sound of breaking through the sky, the figure of the imperial palace grandma moved straight towards Ye Qingluo’s direction.

And brought a arrogant profound energy, swept in!

Ye Qing’s footwork is immediately performed.

It’s just that no matter how she avoids it, the imperial grandmother’s figure can follow her.

Raising her hand, the imperial grandmother’s sharp nails drew straight down on Ye Qingluo’s face…