Ye Qingran nodded slowly, and then before anyone could react, he stepped forward and hit Ling Qingwu's chin with an uppercut. Ling Qingwu didn't react at all.
The person was beaten away.
His teeth were mixed with blood and he spat out a big mouthful!
"Sister!"
Xuanyuan's disciples were shocked.
How dare Ye Qingran?
That was a man of the hour in their sword sect!
Everyone also looked horrified. They never expected that Ye Qingran would dare to hit Ling Qingwu. What they didn't expect was that Ye Qingran actually knocked Ling Qingwu away with one punch!
Is she so strong?
"I hit you, what can you do?!"
Ye Qingran smiled provocatively.
Don't dare?
There is nothing she dares not do!
The reason I was so timid before was just because I had a child.
Now that the child is fine, what else does she have to be afraid of?
Ling Qingwu fell to the ground, clutching her chin, feeling pain. Her face was twisted with anger and pain, and she no longer looked as beautiful as before.
Her gaze was like a knife, directed at Ye Qingran, "Ye Qingran, you are looking for death!"
Ye Qingran disagreed and smiled coldly, "Ling Qingwu, didn't you keep calling me a waste? Come and fight with me. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you will stay here forever."
Her voice changed from the low-key tone before and became full of flamboyance now.
That aura is so gorgeous and wild as fire!
Ling Qingwu's eyes widened and she glared at her fiercely, her jaw burning with pain.
Ye Qingran, this is provoking her!
Everyone looked at Ye Qingran in disbelief. She said that she would let Ling Qingwu fight her. If Ling Qingwu won, she would let her go. If Ling Qingwu lost, she would stay in Xiliang City forever.
Does Ling Qingwu mean to kill her if she loses?
"Why, don't you dare?" Ye Qingran mocked: "Oh, that's right, after all, someone just lost to me on the Xuanwu stage not long ago, and he lost to the swordsmanship that he was proud of! And then again at Mingyue.
Fang, when you competed with me in poems and books, you lost again. Tsk, tsk, my defeated general doesn’t dare to compete with me, it’s normal!”
The crowd was in an uproar.
Everyone knows that Ling Qingwu competed with Ye Qingran in swordsmanship on the Xuanwu stage and lost to her. However, because Ling Qingwu deliberately concealed the matter of Mingyuefang, not many people knew about it. At the moment, being
Ye Qingran said it without reservation, which not only embarrassed Ling Qingwu, but also surprised the people of Xiliang City.
Feeling the complex gazes falling on her, Ling Qingwu was extremely angry and her eyes were burning with flames.
"Ye Qingran, you are just a waste with no spiritual roots, why wouldn't I dare! If you lose, I will take your head today!"
She stood up, the murderous intention around her no longer concealed.
The people of Xiliang City were somewhat resistant to such an extreme Ling Qingwu. They thought that the Fengyun disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect were so great before, but after getting in touch with them more, they realized that they were just gold and jade on the outside. They always put on a show.
Even if he puts on a condescending air, his disdain for them is always revealed in his words, and he will kill someone if he disagrees with them.
On the other hand, Ye Qingran is not much better than her!
So someone took the lead and shouted: "Come on, Miss Ye!"
Many people shouted out, and for a moment, it turned into a huge wave, shaking the earth and resounding throughout the sky!
Ling Qingwu's face turned black. She clenched her fists and secretly swore that no matter what method she used today, Ye Qingran would die without a burial place!
"Ye Qingran, today, I will step on your bones to forge my way back to the city!"
There was endless darkness flashing in her eyes!
Do you really think she, Ling Qingwu, has no trump card?
A life-and-death battle between Ye Qingran and Xuanyuan Sword Sect Ling Qingwu is about to begin!
The huge movement attracted almost all the big shots in Xiliang City.
The old prince and young prince of the Lingguo Mansion, the hussar general Meng Yuan and his daughter Meng Qian from the Zhenguo Mansion, Ye Yu and Zhao from the Prime Minister's Mansion, Mu Yuanzheng and Mu Qingrou, the deacons of Wuji Hall, Taifu Gu, the richest man
The Xiao family waits.
Even the princes, princes and princes of the royal family came here one after another!
It seems like a very ordinary life and death battle, but in fact it is turbulent and involves many interests.
If Ye Qingran loses, it won't mean anything to Xiliang City or even the entire Donglin Kingdom. But if she wins, the meaning will be different!
In fact, the reputation of Donglin Country will spread again!
For a time, high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen, and relatives of the emperor and the nation gathered together, all paying attention to this life-and-death battle.
The atmosphere was heated to the extreme.
Mu Qingrou came to Ye Huanhuan at some unknown time and asked her quietly: "Huanhuan, last time your senior sister lost to Ye Qingran, can you win this time?"
Ye Huanhuan smiled mysteriously, "The reason why senior sister lost to Ye Qingran last time was because she underestimated her opponent. This time, she came prepared, and of course she couldn't lose again! Besides..."
Mu Qingrou's eyes lit up, "Besides what?"
Ye Huanhuan leaned into Mu Qingrou's ear and said a few words. The light in Mu Qingrou's eyes became brighter, and a smile appeared on her face.
Meng Qian stood next to her father Mengyuan, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Dad, do you think Ye Qingran can win?"
Meng Yuan shook his head, with a rather solemn expression on his face, "It's hard to say, if it's a simple competition, I think Ye Qingran shouldn't have a big problem. But you also know that behind Ling Qingwu is the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and she has
There must be some trump cards in the game that we can’t even imagine!”
Meng Qian understood.
She looked deeply at Ye Qingran and tightened her hands on her side. She hoped that Ye Qingran would win!
"Use your strongest move." As soon as Ye Qingran came up, she was an instant success. Everyone might have looked at Ye Qingran in surprise, being frightened by her inexplicable confidence.
Ling Qingwu sneered again and again, "Ye Qingran, you are really blindly confident. If I use my strongest move, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to do it!"
"It's useless to talk, so just give it a try!"
Ye Qingran raised his eyebrows, showing confidence and pride.
Ling Qingwu nodded repeatedly, "Okay, since you want to die, then I will grant it to you!"
After the words fell, the long sword was unsheathed, and slender fingers were smeared on the sword, leaving a trace of blood. A talisman was attached to the sword, and the blood disappeared. The sword body, which was originally cold and glowing with silver, suddenly lit up, as if it was wrapped in
In the orange flame.
"This is…"
"Qingyun Sword Master's unique skill!"
"The Sword of Mystery!"
…
Fu San, Feng Yi and others could see the secret at a glance.
Qingyun Sword Master's famous work, the Mysterious Sword, is a sword technique that can damage one's own life by seven hundred. Whoever's blood is smeared on the sword, the sword will obey that person's instructions and match the mysterious talisman.
The supreme sword energy and the power of one move are as powerful as breaking bamboo and can destroy anything!
Feng Yi is very calm.
After all, he is the master.
Fu San was a little panicked, "Your Majesty, this mysterious sword will not stop until there is blood. Moreover, even people at the level of Xuanjun cannot stop this sword. Miss Ye..." He did not dare to say anything to Ye Qing in front of your Majesty.
Ran has no spiritual roots, although this is a fact.