Yan Yueyue rolled her eyes and said: "It's been more than ten years, Shui Rou, why are you still using this wind spell? Your clothes are floating, you really think you are a fairy."
Shui Rou was exposed by the words, and the soft expression on her face stiffened. She pursed her lips, and a trace of contempt flashed through her slender eyes, saying: "Why is it you, a mountain girl, Ling Luo? Why not Ling Luo?
Are you going to fight me?"
She is the most distinguished eldest lady of the Shui family and the direct daughter of Shui Qingchan, the master of the Holy Water Hall. This time she participated in the election for the crown princess. Even if her opponent was Xuanyuan Yangyue, she did not flinch. Unexpectedly, she was suddenly killed halfway.
An inexplicable Ling Luo came out.
When Xiaoling asked in the Holy Water Hall if anyone was willing to participate in the battle with the Holy Fire Hall, she heard that Ling Luo was going to fight, so she was the first to sign up. In order to face Ling Luo face to face and have a good meeting.
This is said to be a lowly woman that Xuanyuan Yu is attracted to!
"With your level, you still need Xiaoluo to take action personally? Ha." Yan Yueyue sneered, and the sarcasm at the corner of her eyes and brows was unmistakable, "Shui Rou, I am enough to deal with you."
Shui Rou's face darkened all of a sudden, and the fairy attitude she had always maintained was gone. She said sternly: "Who are you? You have never been able to defeat me for more than ten years, Yan Yueyue, the same
As the daughter of the hall master, you are destined to live a miserable life under my halo for the rest of your life!"
With that said, Shuirou took the lead before Yan Yueyue could react.
She quickly formed a seal with her hands in front of her chest, then raised her bare hands, and a fierce stream of water rushed towards Yan Yueyue.
"The current cuts through!"
Yan Yueyue's eyes flashed, she jumped up and dodged the slashing attack lightly.
"The current cuts through!"
Another slash came from behind. Yan Yueyue was attacked from both sides. She tiptoed to the ground and jumped up, flying towards the sky.
"Water prison locked!"
Above the sky, a cage-shaped waterfall fiercely covered Yan Yueyue's direction.
Yan Yueyue's eyes flashed coldly, and she swung her long sword and used the third form of the Jiutian Lihuo Sword. A three- to four-meter-large fire phoenix flew out from the sword, opened its mouth, and roared in all directions.
The flames come.
The fierce collision of water and fire.
All the water released by Shui Rou was evaporated by Yan Yueyue's fire and turned into rich water vapor, floating in the air here.
Shui Rou thought that against someone like Yan Yueyue, using her six points of strength would be enough to crush her, but she never expected that her own moves would be broken by the other party in one move.
"Do you think you can beat me now if you used the same moves two years ago?" Yan Yueyue's lips curved up in a mocking arc, "Miss Shui, why don't you show such lack of progress?"
In that fight two years ago, when Shuirou fought against her, she also used the water flow to break the attack, and then lowered the water prison from the sky to trap her.
At that time, Yan Yueyue was killed directly, which was a great shame and humiliation.
Today, two years later, she would rather return this shame to Shuirou intact.
Shui Rou's face suddenly changed, and a pair of slender eyes flashed with an extremely sharp color.
In front of her, a huge ancient rune that was two meters high suddenly condensed.