Murong Qingshuang thought for a moment, "I don't know why there are demon sects everywhere. Do people like to make those who cannot defeat them become demon sects?"
"Damn it!" Xiao Luoluo's followers began to act arrogantly again, "It must be the demon sect's witch!"
Qiu Wuhai was cold and cold, and the long sword came through the air. Murong Qingshuang pushed Lian'er away and turned sideways to avoid the sword.
She stopped and said, "It's very impolite and incompetent to hit and kill someone."
Qiu Wuhai is not very good, and his fierce sword moves come one after another.[
Lian'er shouted from the side: "Amo, beat him! Beat him!"
When the little followers saw that the master holding the ice soul was still fine, they immediately rushed towards Lian'er.
Murong Qingshuang hesitated, somersaulted over in the air, kicked both of them in the stomach, and kicked them far away.
When the cold sword came again, she held the edge of the sword beautifully with her fingers and looked at Qiu Wuhai coldly.
His expression suddenly changed, "Why...your internal strength cultivation level is..."
"What is it?" Seeing that he suddenly stopped attacking, Murong Qingshuang did not relax her vigilance.
"The Canghai Heart Sutra!" After reading these four words, he showed no mercy, and his moves were more ruthless than before, "You are the one who stole the Canghai Heart Sutra!"
Murong Qingshuang frowned. What she was looking at was not a copy.
"what are you saying?"
Qiu Wuhai's face turned even colder, and he had an unstoppable momentum. He must bring her to justice!
"Stop pretending! You dare to come to our Qiushui Villa to cause trouble. You are tired of living! Hand over the Canghai Heart Sutra!"
She wrinkled her nose and tried to show off her tactics. Her impatience made her move faster and faster, "I don't understand what you said!"
"Still pretending!"
The long sword's white light circulated, and the moment it approached Murong Qingshuang, it was suddenly stopped by a sharp blade.
The force of that sword was like a savage beast, carrying huge pressure.
The speed was so fast that it was as if there was just a flash of cold light, a dazzling and perfect arc from top to bottom, and his long sword had been broken in response.
Qiu Wuhai pushed forward a few steps and looked at the sword in his hand in disbelief.
Almost speechless, "You..."
The man in front of me had already sheathed his knife in that instant.[
