Chapter 78 The Female Match in The Cultivation Immortal Script
Translated by littlecloud
The wind ball was blowing fiercely. Long Aotian used all his strength to prevent another wind ball from smashing toward him, but there were countless wind balls around him.
At this time, there were some ice picks mixed in the wind ball.
He couldnât prevent it at all, the clothes on his body had been scratched and blood was dripping.
Long Aotian frowned, but he still swayed the golden dragon sword in his hand, even though he gradually became weak.
âDo you still think she has five spiritual roots?â
Although this girl was not from their family, he heard that Wuji was on good terms with her.
At this time, seeing the people in the Luo family were deflated, his mood was indescribably good.
The middle-aged man who previously judged that Song Qingyu has five spiritual roots, the expression on his face was indescribably ugly at this time.
Yuwen Donghai, the great power of Nascent Soul was naturally not the person he can make trouble with
But at this time, he couldnât help but let out a long sigh, âThe Great Thousand World is really full of wonders.â
âAncestor, what kind of spiritual root does this woman have?â
The young man standing behind Yuwen Donghai asked in confusion.
âNot only can she flexibly use the five spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, but also the mutated wind and ice rootsâŠâ
The young man who spoke looked at the center of the arena and suddenly stopped talking.
In the competition arena, there were still some noisy voices, but at this time, it gradually became silent.
They all widened their eyes, watchingâŠ
They saw Song Qingyu suddenly holding a lightning ball in her hand. The ball was surrounded with lightning spark.
At present, Long Aotian was surrounded by wind balls, and ice picks were mixed in those wind balls.
Along with the wind ball, the ice picks also began to drop.
Long Aotian was out of strength at this time. Seeing that the lightning ball in Song Qingyuâs hand was about to smash him, he had no resistance at all.
âLong Aotian, do you admit defeat?â
Song Qingyu had a smile on the corner of her mouth.
But in Long Aotianâs eyes, this smile was a smile mocking him.
Why, after a battle, this demon girl make him miserable, his spiritual energy was used up.
He canât even get close to this demon girlâs body! !
In Long Aotianâs eyes, there was strong anger that canât be dispersed.
He would rather die than submit or be humiliated! !
He Long Aotian will not admit defeat, he would rather die than bow his head in front of this bitch.
A slight mockery flashed in Song Qingyuâs eyes. Anyway, she had already said it in advance. When this lightning ball hits him, his death and injury have nothing to do with her.
Song Qingyu flick her finger, instantly the lightning ball smashed towards Long Aotian.
Long Aotianâs eyes widened, he knew that he couldnât dodge. There was nothing he can do except death if this lighting ball hit him.
Die in the hands of this demon girl, heaven has no eyes! !
He closed his eyes with hatred, waiting for the moment of death.
The junior sisterâs shout suddenly came to his ear, then there was an unpleasant burning smell under his nose.
All of a sudden Long Aotian thought of something. He opened his eyes, unexpectedly saw his junior sister lying in front of him.
At this time, she has become a piece of charcoal. There was no trace from her former charming appearance.
Long Aotian let out a heartbreaking scream. He knelt down, and wanted to touch his junior sisterâs body, but there was a rustling electric current above the body.