With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Feng Qingjiu glanced at the round platform, touched the ground with his toes, and flew up easily.

Looking at Feng Qingjiu standing in front of her, Murong Xue sneered: "You haven't seen me for such a long time, I thought you were going to be a coward and didn't dare to come up...!"

Feng Qingjiu smiled and replied: "Ah... there's nothing I can do. I'm so popular and have so many friends, so I just exchanged a few more pleasantries."

"Hmph...Are you sure you're not leaving your last words?" Murong Xue's lips curled up slightly.

After saying that, he flew up and swung the whip in his hand.

Looking at the long whip approaching from afar, Feng Qingjiu dodged at an extremely fast speed.

Feng Qingjiu: [Tongtong, unparalleled sword...! ]

System: [Alright... Host, catch it...! ]

Then a crystal clear sword slipped into Feng Qingjiu's hand.

The entire body of this sword is like the first condensed morning frost under the blue sky. A faint blue light flows through the sword body, which is chilling yet gentle.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with rare blue jade, and feels as smooth as jade.

When this sword came out, everyone present widened their eyes!

"Unparalleled... double... swords...!" Feng Luo was so surprised that he blurted out words one by one.

Looking at Feng Luo's greedy eyes, Song Shu on the side felt something was wrong.

Song Shu pretended to be surprised: "Unparalleled Sword...?"

"How is that possible! Prime Minister... the Wushuang Sword doesn't look like this!"

"This sword of Ajiu was given to me by a man from the Jianghu... It's a soft sword, and Ajiu usually wears it on his waist."

After Song Shuyi's reminder, Feng Luo nodded: "Shu'er is right... This is not the Wushuang Sword...!"

Song Shu was right. The rebellious girl just took out the sword from her waist, and the Wushuang Sword was not a soft sword.

But why does it look so similar to the Wushuang Sword in the painting, especially the rare blue jade on the hilt?

so similar!

.........

“Master... why is this sword so similar to the legendary Wushuang Sword...?” Luo Yi from Xiaoyao Peak said in surprise.

Nanhua Zhenren frowned, looked at it for a while and then relaxed his brows: "No... this is not the Wushuang Sword...!"

"This sword Fengqingjiu is worn on the waist. It is a soft sword."

"The Wushuang Sword is not a soft sword...!"

...............

Feng Qingjiu held the Wushuang sword in his hand. The sword was thin and sharp. Every time he swung it, it seemed to be able to cut through the void, bringing up bursts of sharp sword intent...!

Every swing of Murong Xue's whip was incredibly powerful.

Murong Xue's face was stern, full of desire for victory and unwillingness to accept the past.

Feng Qingjiu, today I, Murong Xue, will definitely make sure you die without a burial place.

"Feng Qingjiu, today, only one person between you and me can leave alive."

The two stood opposite each other, the space around them seemed to be distorted by their presence, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Feng Qingjiu smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her smile: "Murong Xue, actually you and I don't have to do this."

"There is no deep hatred between us...!"

"Yes...!" Murong Xue's eyes were filled with hatred: "Blame it on you for marrying cousin Ming...!"

"But we have divorced..." Feng Qingjiu said.

"But why did you try every means to seduce cousin Ming after the divorce...!" Murong Xue said and then swung the whip again.

What the hell! When did I seduce that damn stud Ye Xiuming?

Feng Qingjiu resisted and said, "Ms. Murong, there may be a misunderstanding between us...!"

"As for that guy Ye Xiuming... I really don't like him...!"

"There is no misunderstanding... Feng Qingjiu, no matter what you say today, I will not let you go...!" Murong Xue said coldly.

Feng Qingjiu: "Today, let the sword and whip in your hands decide the fate of the two of us."

After saying that, Feng Qingjiu stretched out his body and rushed towards Murong Xue like an arrow. The Wushuang sword instantly drew a bright sword light and went straight to Murong Xue's vital point.

Upon seeing this, Murong Xue flexibly dodged and instantly wrapped her long whip around, not only blocking the attack of Wushuang Sword, but also using the whip's elasticity to counterattack. In a flash, the two forces clashed fiercely in the air, stirring up waves of air.

But there seemed to be a hint of evil in that whip!

“Master…! Has Junior Sister broken through to the seventh level…?” Luo Yi said excitedly.

Nanhua Zhenren frowned and said, "Yes, Xue'er has already broken through to the seventh level...but...!"

Luo Yi: "Master, it's just what...?"

Nanhua Zhenren thought for a moment and shook his head: "Nothing... Maybe I saw it wrong...!"

Why are there traces of "Netherworld Power" in Xiangfang Xueer's whipping techniques?

I must have seen it wrong...!

Feng Qingjiu almost couldn't handle the powerful momentum of the whip and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

I never expected that Murong Xue could become so strong in just a few months.

System: [Host, are you okay...! ]

Feng Qingjiu: [It’s okay... Tongtong, if we continue like this, we will definitely lose. ]

Watching her daughter take a few steps back, Song Shu nervously intertwined her hands.

“Ajiu…!”

Feng Luo on the side was carefully observing every move Feng Qingjiu made.

The battle on the circular platform became more and more intense. The sword lights and whip shadows intertwined into an impenetrable net. Every collision was accompanied by a deafening sound, shaking the twelve large iron chains.

Feng Qingjiu's swordsmanship is exquisite, and every move and every style contains endless changes!

Murong Xue's whip skills are flexible and changeable, sometimes like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, sometimes like a violent storm, making it impossible to guard against.

"Feng Qingjiu, after you die, the first thing I will do is to kill your mother as well and let her go down with you...!"

"Your mother is quite good at seducing men. She actually made Gu Jing'an so devoted to her... which led to her death...!"

Feng Qingjiu's eyes became fierce: "As long as I am here, no one can hurt my mother...!"

"Haha... Feng Qingjiu, go to hell...!" Murong Xue shouted, and the whip instantly flew towards Feng Qingjiu like a poisonous snake, and the evil spirit on the whip was even worse than before.

The system exclaimed: [Host... let's not hide... use the true unparalleled sword technique, otherwise you will die...! ]

Feng Qingjiu looked at the whip that was coming towards him quickly. The whip had gathered the seventh level of internal force.

No, I absolutely cannot die...!

Feng Qingjiu's expression changed slightly, but he did not back down!

She closed her eyes, concentrated all her mind, and the internal energy in her body instantly boiled over. The Wushuang Sword turned into a blue tornado, meeting Murong Xue's fatal blow.

"Boom!" Two powerful forces collided in the air, causing a deafening roar and raising dust in an instant!

The iron chain was shaking violently!

Murong Xue's whip was directly pierced through the middle by the Wushuang Sword and instantly turned into slag...!

And she also flew out...!

General Murong shouted: "Xue'er...!"

Seeing Murong Xue about to fall into the abyss around the circular platform, Feng Qingjiu hurriedly flew over and caught her.

Master Nanhua widened his eyes!

"Unparalleled Sword Technique...!"

Feng Luo also had his eyes wide open, and the flesh on his face was trembling with excitement.

"Unparalleled...Sword Technique...!"

All the slightly famous people present had their eyes wide open.

His face was full of disbelief and excitement!