Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"Hey, that's the 'mighty and unyielding' style, that's right! Only by killing you can I feel a sense of accomplishment, right? Hmm?" Fu Ling'er's eyes suddenly changed, becoming extremely sharp. Not wanting to talk nonsense with her anymore, she pulled her wrist hard.

"what……"

The scream did not come from Chu Qianqian, but from Wen Renyu. He kept his eyes on Chu Qianqian, paying close attention to her every move. When he realized that Gou Chen had failed to save Chu Qianqian in time, his anxiety burned like a raging fire.

Just when he was trying his best to break free from Diwu Zhao's entanglement and turned around to run to save Chu Qianqian, a horrifying scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and it also made him almost collapse. He saw Fu Ling'er holding the Hanyue Divine Whip and suddenly pulling it hard.

In an instant, time seemed to freeze. Wen Renyu watched Chu Qianqian's head fly out like a kite with a broken string, and blood spurted out like a fountain. At that moment, his world completely collapsed, and the pain and despair in his heart surged into his heart like a tide, drowning him in an instant.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

"Do not……"

This roar seemed to be able to shatter the heaven and earth, but it could not save Chu Qianqian's life which had already been beheaded.

"Bitch, you devil, how dare you treat her like this! You are simply a devil, I will make you pay the price, I will kill you, kill you..." Wen Renyu was furious, his eyes were full of bloodshot, veins on his forehead bulged, like an enraged Jaguar, he suddenly roared and rushed towards Fu Ling'er.

Fu Ling'er stood there, with no fear on her face. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a bloodthirsty and cruel smile. She exuded a chilling aura.

"Hah, one is dead, and there is still one left. You come just in time." Fu Ling'er opened her red lips and said coldly. Her voice seemed to come from hell, carrying endless murderous intent and contempt.

Before she finished speaking, Fu Ling'er rushed out like a cannonball, her speed was astonishing. Her figure was like lightning, and she collided with Wen Renyu in an instant.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with wind and clouds. The howling wind blew up dust and sand, covering the sky and the sun. The rolling clouds were accompanied by lightning and thunder, as if the whole world was trembling because of this fierce battle.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, with swords clashing and the wind whistling. Each move contained tremendous power. Their figures intersected in the air, like a pair of dancing butterflies, but also like two ferocious beasts fighting.

The earth also trembled, as if it could not bear the weight. The surrounding trees were knocked over by the powerful wind wave, and countless debris fell.

On the other hand, Chu Zhuotao is also facing an unprecedented difficult challenge. His opponent Wanqi Yuan is so powerful that he is like an insurmountable mountain, making Chu Zhuotao feel suffocated and powerless.

However, what is surprising is that despite being in such a disadvantage, Chu Zhuotao can still hold on until now. The reason for this is actually that Wanqi Yuan treats him as a whetstone.

At the beginning, Wanqi Yuan did not show an absolute advantage, but was suppressed by Chu Zhuotao. Chu Zhuotao's attack was as fierce as a storm, and Wanqi Yuan was defeated step by step, leaving many scars on his body.

However, Wanqi Yuan's tenacity was beyond imagination. No matter how Chu Zhuotao suppressed him, he could stand up tenaciously again and again. Every time he was about to be killed, he could quickly dodge, adjust himself, and continue to fight.

Although Chu Zhuotao's attacks became more and more fierce and Wanqi Yuan seemed to have no power to fight back, just when Chu Zhuotao thought victory was in sight, Wanqi Yuan was always able to use his unique dark power in a strange and tricky way to cleverly resolve Chu Zhuotao's attacks, disrupt Chu Zhuotao's mind, and then take the opportunity to escape.

Such a situation might be considered a coincidence once, and might be just an accident twice, but when it happened one after another, Chu Zhuotao finally realized that the seemingly embarrassed opponent in front of him was actually far more cunning and profound than he had imagined.

If at this point he still cannot see through Wanqi Yuan's true face, then all his life experiences over the years would have been in vain.

He understood and was about to explode with rage. Others were treating him as a whetstone and a stepping stone to become a strong person.

My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t!

The realization just now and the embarrassment of being teased seemed to ignite the anger in Chu Zhuotao's heart. His eyes turned blood red in an instant, like an enraged lion, and his whole body exuded a terrifying murderous intent.

His body was trembling slightly, and every muscle was tense, as if it could explode at any time. The rage around him was like a volcanic eruption, burning fiercely and rushing straight into the sky, as if it was going to set the whole world on fire.

Wanqi Yuan's heart tightened when he saw this, and he immediately felt Chu Zhuotao's terrifying killing intent. However, he did not retreat, but his aura suddenly changed, and a powerful black gas gushed out of his body, quickly spreading around him.

In the blink of an eye, Wanqi Yuan was shrouded in a thick black fog. His figure was looming in the black fog, like a killer from hell. The murderous aura in the black fog was as real as a substance, making people shudder.

"Suffer to death!"

Chu Zhuotao roared like thunder, his voice was deafening, filled with endless anger and murderous intent. Then, like a burning meteor, he rushed towards Wanqi Yuan in the black fog at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, the scene before my eyes was jaw-dropping—a ball of blazing red flame and a ball of rolling black fog were fiercely entangled with each other.

The red flame was as hot as the burning sun, emitting dazzling light and scorching breath, as if it was going to devour everything around it. The black fog was like a dense dark cloud, eerie and strange, constantly rolling, as if hiding endless power to assimilate everything it saw.

For a while, the red flames and the black fog fought back and forth, neither giving in. Sometimes the red flames attacked the black fog like a violent storm, forcing it to retreat again and again, and sometimes the black fog attacked fiercely like a hungry tiger, tightly wrapping up the red flames and devouring them.

However, as time went on, this fierce battle gradually became one-sided. Although the red flame still resisted tenaciously, its size was gradually shrinking under the erosion of the black fog. The flame that was once as huge as a volcano has now become weaker and weaker, as if it could go out at any time.

Success or failure depends on this.

Suddenly, the black fog surged again, successfully eroding the last touch of red.