He took out a hook-shaped sickle, a sharp and sinister tool for reaping heads.
Seeing this, Ao Ling simply raised her small fist, signaling the other party to come at her.
The masked man had gloomy eyes and a ghostly figure. His hooked sickle turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated.
The next moment, he appeared mysteriously behind Ao Ling, raised his gleaming hook sickle, and slashed down hard at Ao Ling's neck.
The onlookers couldn't help but worry for Ao Ling; if that scythe fell, she would surely be beheaded.
Contrary to everyone's concerns, Ao Ling's lips curled up slightly.
She is a member of the Phantom Dragon clan, and has awakened and mastered the power of space, making her extremely sensitive to fluctuations in the surrounding space.
Even if the masked man's movement technique was several levels higher, she could still sense it, not to mention that she also had the ability to see through other people's thoughts.
The masked man's mysterious actions and secret schemes could not escape her notice.
Just as the masked man swung his scythe down, Ao Ling suddenly vanished, reappearing behind him with a wicked smile, and unleashed a powerful punch.
Just as the masked man was about to succeed, his target suddenly disappeared, leaving him bewildered.
Instantly, he felt a chill down his spine. He turned around and saw that Ao Ling was standing behind him.
A fist suddenly appeared in his pupils, and he knew something was wrong.
Bang.
Ao Ling punched him hard in the face.
The masked man covered his face and let out a mournful wail that echoed throughout the entire arena.
Ao Ling waved her little fist at him, looking very proud.
On the other side.
Bingluan also faced her opponent, a masked man in the mid-stage of the Emperor Realm.
The masked man came on menacingly, not taking Bing Luan seriously at all. "Just a beast, why don't you surrender?"
This sentence completely enraged Bingluan, and her powerful aura erupted.
At this moment, she was no longer the girl next door in front of Leng Yuexi, but the ice queen, domineering and unparalleled.
An immense pressure, so heavy it made the masked man feel, pressed down on him like a surging tide, leaving him nowhere to escape.
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