Ex-wife villain

"Are you... a human or a demon?"

This was the first thing Ran Qingchen said when he saw Qu Hongling.

Ran Qingchen did not have Li Nanshuang's natural sensitivity to demonic aura, so facing Qu Hongling, who had a special demonic physique, he was unable to detect any demonic aura from him.

This made her hesitate, unsure of the other party's identity.

Although the woman's sixth sense told her that the other party was most likely related to a monster.

"What a beautiful woman."

Looking at the beautiful woman whose beauty did not conceal her coldness, even Qu Hongling, who was also a beautiful woman, felt a bit of admiration in her heart.

But what impressed her even more was the other party's cultivation.

Not long ago I met a very young, very powerful, and also very beautiful girl with a knife. Now I see a beautiful woman who is similar to her age and whose cultivation level is not inferior to hers.

It’s like experts are running all over the streets.

No wonder Uncle Shen said that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the capital city of the continent.

In the monster clan, apart from her, there is no other monster close to her age and with such cultivation.

The fine needle on Qu Honglinghao's wrist was spinning rapidly, and the flowing fireflies he dragged out seemed to have condensed into a thin bracelet. Feeling the majestic pressure emanating from Ran Qingchen's body, he raised his eyebrows and said, "How about you be a demon?" ?So what if it’s not a demon?”

"It's not a demon, then get out of the way and don't hinder me from handling the case!"

Ran Qingchen raised the sword in his hand and said in a cold tone, "If they are monsters, then kill them all together."

Hearing the word "handling a case", Qu Hongling's face flashed with surprise, "Are you the dark light of the six doors?"

The girl couldn't help but be surprised.

There are probably too many young masters in the six gates of Beijing.

"Demon or human?"

Ran Qingchen asked again, his patience running out.

Qu Hongling smiled faintly, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

cut!

Ran Qingchen stopped talking nonsense and muttered silently, and the three-inch sword suddenly glowed.

The broken statue in the Taoist temple exploded into pieces of gravel under the powerful sword energy leaking out, carving out deep ravines.

The sleeves of Qu Hongling's skirt turned out like flowers, her snowy wrists trembled, and her silver sword shot away.

Swordsmanship!

Looking at the small sword that looked like a silver needle attacking, Ran Qingchen looked solemn.

Since ancient times, there have been countless sword cultivators, among which "sword control" is the most difficult to practice, and most of them can only simply fly with a sword.

But there are very few people who actually use sword control to fight against others.

Not to mention raising the natal sword.

A swordman must not only have strong spiritual power and soul, but also develop a tacit understanding with the sword, so that the mind and heart of the sword can be connected.

Being able to fight the enemy with swordsmanship is enough to show that the opponent's swordsmanship is advanced.

As he was thinking in his mind, the long sword in Ran Qingchen's hand suddenly became bright and collided with the small silver sword.

The sword energy spread like a prairie fire, twisting the broken cloth flags on both sides into pieces.

Ran Qingchen moved the sword tip, and the person was like a green snake on a branch, spinning and flying along the direction of the sword, and the figure with a swaying skirt was like an orchid in the empty valley.

The distance between the two was once again ten steps closer.

Ran Qingchen's purpose is very simple, that is to fight closely with the opponent and use the close-quarter swordsmanship that he is good at.

Qu Hongling fought back with his sword again.

The silver sword, which suddenly grew several times larger, turned as expected, like an antelope hanging its horns around the half-arc sword circle drawn by Ran Qingchen, and quickly squeezed into the gap of the sword curtain in a very strange trajectory.

In the blink of an eye, the thin sword had reached Ran Qingchen's throat.

Ran Qingchen didn't see any panic, and his beautiful neckline was slightly tilted to the side.

The rapier brushed against the hair on his neck.

The sharp sword energy left a faint trace of blood on the jade flesh with a few hints of green veins floating on it.

"Knock on the mountain!"

Ran Qingchen held up a sword flower, knocked open the opponent's rapier, and took the opportunity to take another five steps.

At this moment, there was only five steps between the two.

Qu Hongling frowned and took up a sword technique with his right hand.

The thin sword that was blown three meters away suddenly separated into several thinner long swords. They were blown towards Ran Qingchen like a violent wind and rain, and a large dazzling silver sword light shrouded his head, making it airtight.

Every thin sword that strikes is like a living creature, and its direction is unpredictable.

Some are as curved as earthworms, some are sharp and straight and indestructible, some are as misty as clouds, and some are hanging high in the sky, like flying dragons and divine birds, with a shocking momentum of black clouds overwhelming the city.

The rabbit demon Xi'er, who was huddled behind the stone statue, turned pale and watched the gods fight.

Originally, she had planned to deliberately shout out Qu Hongling's identity so that he could attack with a sword, but now it seemed that it was completely unnecessary.

I just hope that both sides will suffer so that she can escape.

Ran Qingchen was entangled in sword rays one after another, and seemed to be trapped.

But the next moment, the sound was like a shower, sparking countless sparks. The slender silhouette of a woman shot out from the exploding sword light.

Her green skirt was cut with several small slits, and her clear snow-white jade skin was vaguely visible.

There is only one step left between the two of them!

Ran Qingchen rose up with his sword.

While the sword energy was gushing out and inhaling, the sound of the sword was particularly clear.

The room was suddenly filled with cold light.

"cut!"

Ran Qingchen drank in a low voice, as if thousands of stars were flickering in his ice-covered bright eyes.

At this time, Qu Hongling wanted to defend with his sword, but it was obviously too late.

However, just as the sword edge touched down, Qu Hongling waved the sleeves of her skirt and pulled them up in the air like an egret. The whole person seemed to be dragged backwards by a hanging wire, more like a puppet zombie.

She originally thought that Qu Hongling would use this to escape from the opponent's attack circle, but the girl's figure suddenly froze and stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Then the girl turned around and put her jade-white little hand on the opponent's sword.

Bang!

The soft and boneless palm burst out with a thousand catties of power in an instant.

Even Ran Qingchen had not expected this change of the opponent. However, after all, the woman had been immersed in swordsmanship for many years and was keenly aware of the surging demonic power transmitted from the sword. She decisively abandoned the sword and pushed the opponent's chest with a palm.

The two women originally planned to scare each other away, but after misalignment, their palms accidentally landed on each other's chests.

I don't know who made the first ruthless move, but there was a sound of squeaking and cracking, and both of them flew out. When they landed, they both held a piece of rag in their hands.

One is red and one is white.

Feeling the pain in his chest, Ran Qingchen looked down.

I saw that the skirt of my clothes was torn open, revealing a large piece of jade white with obvious scratches on it.

There were also blood stains on Qu Hongling's chest.

In contrast, there were more clothes that were torn by dyeing light dust.

Qu Hongling gritted his teeth slightly in pain and glared at the opponent, "He is also a master of swordsmanship after all. Is it necessary to use such a dirty move?"

"You were the one who used the dirty tricks first!"

Ran Qingchen tried her best to cover the exposed scenery with her clothes. The pain of the satin rubbing against the scar made her extremely uncomfortable.

After all, that tender place is really painful.

"You were the one who made the first move!"

"You first!"

"..."

The two men's sword-to-sword fight turned into a verbal exchange.

Both sides glared at each other with murderous intent.

"gone!"

The two girls were about to fight again with swords when an urging sound suddenly came from outside the Taoist temple.

It was Shen Shengyuan's voice.

Qu Hongling bit her silver teeth and glared at Ran Qingchen with great reluctance, "I've written down this account!"

Qu Hongling put away the flying sword, took advantage of the air and tore off a piece of rabbit demon Xi'er's clothes, wrapped it around herself, and swept towards the door of the Taoist temple.

"Can you leave?"

Ran Qingchen pounced with his sword.

When the two of them met, Qu Hongling quickly circled away, ducked to the door like a loach, and said with a sneer: "Sister, take care of yourself first, don't go out and be seen naked, and let your husband-in-law divorce."

Hearing this, Ran Qingchen, who originally wanted to chase him out, stopped dead in his tracks.

Her face was gloomy, and she suddenly sneered: "It turns out that my sister knows that she is young."

Qu Hongling retorted, "Of course. Seeing that my sister looks so old-fashioned, she must be older. Why don't you call me sister?"

Ran Qingchen said with a smile every word: "I mean, my sister is so young."

Qu Hongling, who had already rushed out of the Taoist temple, realized what she was doing. She subconsciously looked down and her face turned red.

So what if it’s big? It’s just a burden!

He was injured more seriously than me!

Hearing that the other party had gone away, the smile on Ran Qingchen's face suddenly disappeared and turned green.

She glanced at the rabbit demon.

A little blood seeped out from the center of the opponent's eyebrows, and he was completely breathless.

The woman looked down at the scar on her chest again, and said angrily in a low voice: "Can't it be smaller? It's such a burden!"