"Stop dilly-dallying, okay?" Hearing a 'whoosh' sound, Luo Qingchen directly pulled out the Fengwu Sword in his hand and said, "Let's go together—"
"Haha... What a loud tone!" The woman wearing orange clothes just now was the first to attack her.
Insufficient internal strength and poor swordsmanship. The moves were done with too much force and there was no sense of rhythm at all.
Luo Qingchen sneered, jumped up, and the Feng Wu sword cut the back of her hand very quickly.
Drops of bright red blood fell on the white snow, and a bloody smell filled the air.
"It hurts..." The orange-colored woman's face was very pale. Although it was only a small wound, Luo Qingchen's strength control when using Fengwu Sword was not so accurate. The wound was small but deep.
"Junior sister—" Fang Rou was stunned for a moment. She didn't see clearly the moves they were fighting just now. Luo Qingchen defeated her junior sister so easily.
Although her junior sister's martial arts is not particularly good, she can't be so fast...
It was windy and snowy, she was wearing a light shirt, her long eyelashes were covered with fine snow, and her eyes were full of indifference.
"Don't waste time, otherwise the wind will come soon, and you will have no chance." Luo Qingchen's watery eyes were filled with waves. He looked at Fang Rou in front of him, raised his lips and smiled provocatively: "Although you Originally... there was no chance."
"Speaking arrogantly -" The red-sleeved god nun was probably a little anxious. Before Fang Rou could take action, she had already used her internal strength and struck with a palm in the direction of Luo Qingchen.
Wherever the palm touches, the plum blossoms on the treetops on both sides fall lightly.
Luo Qingchen snorted coldly, and the exquisite ring on the ring finger of her right hand glowed with a faint golden light, surrounded by layers of white snow.
She was not without internal strength. Shen Qingfeng passed on his entire life's inner strength to her before he died, but it took a certain amount of time for the integration of external and internal strength.
Otherwise, she may not need to use the power of the Linglong Ring.
Feng Wujian seemed to feel the force of mutual attraction, and the sword body glowed with a faint red light. The red light broke through the layers of the red-sleeved nun's palm, drawing a dazzling light in the snow.
When everyone came to their senses, Luo Qingchen's long sword was already pressed against the throat of the red-sleeved nun.
"Master—" Everyone in Emei was shocked and looked at what was happening in front of them in disbelief.
"Does Shen Ni still think that I'm speaking arrogantly?" Luo Qingchen's tone remained calm, and her expression did not change at all.
It seemed that everything was within her expectation. In fact, she did not need Feng Chenyin's protection. She just wanted to stay by his side, pretending to be cute and calling her master, and occasionally act coquettishly. In this suffocating world, Something tied up.
"You... what kind of magic power did you just do!" The red-sleeved nun's eyes widened, staring at Luo Qingchen and said: "It seems that if the Immortal Medicine Man is not used in the right way, he will definitely bring disaster to the martial arts world!"
"Haha—" In the next second, Luo Qingchen's Fengwu sword penetrated a little further into the neck of the red-sleeved god.
The sharp edge of the sword touched the skin, and blood immediately oozed out.
"Your Emei's martial arts are martial arts, and mine are magic arts?" Luo Qingchen smiled coldly and said, "I really don't know whether to call you stupid or ignorant."
"You... don't hurt my master." Fang Rou's face instantly turned pale and her voice trembled as she said, "What do you want, just say..."
"What do I want?" Luo Qingchen's brows moved slightly, and a faint sneer formed on the corner of her mouth: "You really don't have anything worth asking for." (To be continued)