Villain: I am not good at fighting.

Before Liu Muqing could think further, a green whip covered with thorns appeared in Zhao Lan's hand.

Strange runes were flowing on it, and a light breeze suddenly filled the entire fighting stage.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, let's get started!"

After saying this, Zhao Lan disappeared from the fighting stage like the wind.

The hissing sound became clouds and rain, the laughing sound became thunder, Liu Muqing inhaled the air into her body, speeding up her heartbeat.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of a thunderous heartbeat echoed throughout the arena. Zhao Lan's silhouette was captured by the thunder sound. Liu Muqing raised her hand and stabbed behind her with a sword.

Zila~

Spiritual power collided, Zhao Lan's figure flashed and then disappeared, and several sharp wind blades appeared where she was just now.

Liu Muqing stepped back to avoid the wind blade and inserted the lightning sword into the ground. With her as the center, a spider-like lightning web spread across the entire fighting arena.

The faint Raikage chased after Kamikaze, and the two began a contest of speed.

In the battle of wits, Liu Muqing couldn't use any heavy hands. She could only use thunder magic and the part of the Seven Divine Harp that could enhance her own power.

She had no intention of using any other magical powers, as various restrictions directly resulted in her being unable to crush Nascent Souls of the same level.

However, she had once taken the Tongtian Dao Fruit and had experienced resonance with heaven and earth.

Although the event is forgotten afterwards, the God who has climbed the mountain has enough foresight to see that victory is inevitable when facing those who climb the mountain.

"Divine Wind Whip!"

Zhao Lan felt the pressure. Liu Muqing was even faster than her, so she had to use her trump card to try to change her tactics.

In an instant, the fighting stage was filled with whip shadows, so dense that it was difficult to dodge and the protective lightning shield was covered with cracks.

"The Tao is infinite!"

The first move of the Twelve Daotian Swords, Liu Muqing leaped high into the sky, the sword light flashed like the bright moon, and it cut off the whip shadow of divine consciousness with overwhelming force.

Zhao Lan's moves changed into eight parts, surrounding the mid-air Liu Muqing and launching attacks from all directions.

Liu Muqing's expression remained unchanged. She took a deep breath and suddenly shouted when her attention was distracted.

drink!

Thunder roared, the Qinghui Heavenly Thunder shook the spiritual power, the Ziyang Divine Thunder shook the soul, and seven of the eight clones were shattered in an instant.

There was also a scene where Zhao Lan's body was in a dizzy state, and Liu Muqing took the opportunity to transform Thunder into a sword and go straight for his throat.

Uh... Suddenly he realized that he had hit his throat too hard, and the lightning sword light deviated upwards and cut Zhao Lan's cheek.

There was no blood. The lightning burned his flesh and blood, leaving a black and red scar under Zhao Lan's cheek.

"Brother Zhao, I appreciate your letting me."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Liu Muqing showed mercy, otherwise she would have gone straight for the throat, and Zhao Lan’s physical body would have been cut, forcing his Nascent Soul to leave his body.

But Zhao Lan was furious at Liu Muqing's injury. There were many other injuries, but it had to be done to female cultivators, who cared most about their appearance!

"It's not over yet!"

Regardless of whether Liu Muqing agreed or not, Zhao Lan's spiritual power surged and sky-blue eyes appeared in his eyes. The green magic whip twisted and tumbled like a living thing.

It seems that the power of the natal magic weapon has been used. Liu Muqing's natal magic weapon is in Bai Lian. Neither the real me nor the evil me can refine the natal magic weapon.

"Dance of the wind snakes!"

The power was several times stronger than the previous divine whip shadow, thump thump thump... thump thump thump...

The Seven Divine Harps amplified itself as it played, and Liu Muqing's speed also increased accordingly. The fact that she still had some strength to spare made the Yuanying people outside the field shake their heads.

Zhao Lan lost

But Zhao Lan himself was not aware of this. The wind snake transformed from the whip became faster and faster, locking the unpredictable Liu Muqing in a very small area.

Then the wind snake turned its tail, and the whistling wind broke through the air, concealing an invisible force that pierced towards Liu Muqing's soul.

It is also a method similar to soul attack, which is more concealed than the Purple Yang Divine Thunder. It is invisible and colorless hidden in the dancing wind snakes.

"You will pay for what you have done sooner or later."

There was a flash of coldness in Zhao Lan's eyes, and the whip in his hand suddenly straightened up. The thorns at the end were like the bloody mouth of a wind snake, piercing Liu Muqing's cheek.

If this whip hits the target, the force from the whip will blast away at least half of Liu Muqing's face and disfigure her.

Then, just when Zhao Lan was about to succeed, she clearly saw the corners of the other person's mouth rise.

not good!

A warning sign rose in his heart, and then his soul also sent a dangerous feedback, so Zhao Lan quickly waved the whip to defend himself.

But it's too late to make amends!

The end of the whip shadow was controlled by Lei Ting. Liu Muqing pulled it hard and moved closer, strangling her throat with one hand.

Then she raised her foot to push towards her Dantian, shaking her Nascent Soul. Then she let out a loud "Xi Lei" from her mouth, and a wisp of fused demonic energy was wrapped in blue and white electric light.

The inner demon seed was quietly planted along Zhao Lan's seven orifices into her soul, waiting for time to ferment before it could take shape.

After Liu Muqing succeeded, she deliberately stepped on Zhao Lan, who had temporarily lost her resistance, and waited until she regained some consciousness before using force:

“Zhao Lan, if you are not as skilled as others, don’t try to be brave. Look how ugly you lose. Hahahaha…”

The arrogant smile aroused the anger of the spectators around. By humiliating Zhao Lan like this, Liu Muqing was slapping the face of Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, this is too much!"

Cao Chiyuan, who had previously stood up for Liu Muqing and argued with Zhao Lan, now had a frosty face and rebuked Liu Muqing.

"I have good intentions, but she has no moral principles, so I am just fighting back. Fellow Daoist Cao is saying one thing and thinking another. Could it be that you are worried about Fellow Daoist Zhao and are trying to save her face?"

All eyes unconsciously gathered towards Cao Chiyuan. Cao Chiyuan's old face turned red, and he subconsciously said, "It would be a disservice to others and not benefit yourself."

"How could I possibly feel sorry for such a vicious woman? It's just that Daoist Fellow Liu's ruthless actions are unbecoming of the Daoist sect, so I want to ask for your advice!"

Liu Muqing threw Zhao Lan out of the fighting arena like a stray dog, and then clasped his fists towards Cao Chiyuan.

"please!"

"Humph!"

Thunder roared, golden thunder appeared on Cao Chiyuan's body, and he appeared in front of Liu Muqing in a flash.

Lu Lin, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage outside the field, caught Zhao Lan's hand and wanted to feel her pulse to check her condition, but was slapped away by Zhao Lan.

Then he staggered away, crying, as if he had no face to stay any longer.

After three hundred years of practice, he became Pei Qingyi's disciple and has a noble status. He is usually a bit temperamental, except for Cao Chiyuan who likes to talk back.

Everyone else obeyed, having never suffered such a great humiliation as today.

Zhao Lan was filled with shame and anger, and just wanted to find a place to vent her grievances, but she didn't realize that it was this action that made her miss the vulnerable stage of the demon species.

It quietly took root and sprouted, silently corroding her spiritual heart.

The Seven Divine Harps gave her advance warning, and her attack that contained the soul was seen through long ago, so she pretended to be hit and tricked her into getting close, and she actually fell into the trap.

This made Liu Muqing, who had no intention of controlling her, change her mind temporarily and plant the demon seed.

The only thing to blame is Zhao Lan's frustration after losing, his spoiled character, and giving him the opportunity.

"Gengjin Thunder?"

When Cao Chiyuan entered the scene, Liu Muqing carefully observed his golden thunder with her spiritual sense. It was different from the demon-killing golden thunder of the Jindan Taoist.

This thunder lacks its divinity, but is sharper. Just one glance at it can make one feel a dull pain in the meridians.

"That's right, Brother Liu, would you like to meditate and regulate your breathing, so that I won't be defeated unfairly later?"

Liu Muqing's evil nature made her not know what humility was. She curled her lips and said disdainfully:

"That's not necessary. If you defeat me, there will be a bunch of challengers left. I'm going to fight ten of them today!"