This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

On the other side of the small world, the heavy snow and wind made Shao Shuang'er unable to identify the direction, and she gradually got lost on the snowfield.

Shao Shuang'er was very confused. She didn't know where she was, or where her friends had gone. She was cheering herself up in the venue, determined to win the game, to celebrate for herself and for everyone's help for her for so long.

But everything changed too quickly. An Ling saw something and suddenly grabbed her arm tightly, asking her fellow disciples to hold on to the people next to them and not get separated. Then, a powerful and terrifying suction force came from the sky, and she was pulled off the ground while she was still at a loss.

After An Ling's hellish training, Shao Shuang'er's overall quality has improved a lot. Seeing that the situation was not good, she hurriedly used her free right hand to summon the heavy sword "Huanhua", used the magic formula to increase the weight of Huanhua at that moment, and then used the force to throw it and herself to the ground, barely fixing herself to the ground.

An Ling grabbed Shao Shuang'er's left hand tightly. She turned around and shouted at An Ling: "An Ling! Hold on to me!"

At the critical moment just now, An Ling grabbed Shao Shuang'er with her right hand and Murong Ziqiu with her left hand. At this moment, she became the only connector between Murong Ziqiu and Shao Shuang'er who were floating in the sky. The three of them were off the ground, stretched into a straight line towards the fragment of the small world in Tianxuan Yuanjun's hand, maintaining a fragile and dangerous balance.

An Ling felt as if her body was being torn in half. The pain made her face look hideous. Her arms kept shaking, and she seemed to feel as if her arm muscles were about to be torn apart.

She clenched her teeth tightly, but accidentally bit her lip, leaving a line of blood. An Ling didn't want to give up just like that, and still held the two men's arms tightly.

Seeing An Ling like this, Shao Shuang'er yelled: "Junior sister! Hold on a little longer!", and continued to clench the hilt of "Huanhua" with her palm that was already bleeding. Although she could increase the weight of the heavy sword, this was also limited, and it would also continue to consume her own spiritual power. Now it is obvious that she can no longer hold on.

Seeing that his two junior sisters were being dragged down by him, Murong Ziqiu didn't want to be a burden to others anymore, so he shook off An Ling's hand that was holding him, and he was quickly sucked into the fragments of the small world by Tianxuan Yuanjun and disappeared.

"Ah! Senior Brother!" An Ling only felt a slight coolness in her palms, and the pressure was reduced by half. Then she realized that Murong Ziqiu had let go of her hand and was taken away by Tianxuan Yuanjun. She could not help but stare at Tianxuan Yuanjun with bloodshot eyes, and the expression on her face changed unpredictably.

Although it seemed a lot easier with one person less, the main force that Shao Shuang'er had to fight against was actually the suction from Tianxuan Yuanjun. Her pretty face turned red, and her muscles swelled. The "Huanhua" that was inserted into the ground was finally unable to resist this horrible suction, and it rose up from the ground, carrying the two people holding hands with it and flew up together.

An Ling held Shao Shuang'er tightly and didn't want to let go, but things did not go as she wished. For some reason, she suddenly felt a kind of crisis coming from a distance. If she didn't let go, her wrist would be chopped off. This premonition forced her to let go of Shao Shuang'er's hand.

After rolling several times in the air, the two were sucked into the small world in Tianxuan Yuanjun's hand and lost consciousness for a short time.

When Shao Shuang'er woke up, she was already in the snow and ice. She tried to call other people and tried to leave, but it was of no avail. There was some kind of restriction in this area. She couldn't fly high or leave. She kept spinning in place. She looked up at the broken sky in the distance and felt a little despair.

Shao Shuang'er walked in the snow dragging the heavy sword, leaving long plowed tracks behind her.

After walking for a while, she felt a little tired, and finally realized that she could not be led by this broken place anymore. She thought of her tragic fate and the completely uncertain future, and burst into tears. While sobbing, Shao Shuang'er gathered her sword energy and kept slashing to the side. The heavy sword had a large attack range and each attack was extremely powerful. When Shao Shuang'er sobbed and counted the number of swings to fifty-one, she finally saw a disciple of the Tianqiong Sect who had been cut in half by her under the snow that had been razed to the ground, exposing the soil. The man was dressed in white and hid under the snow, which made Shao Shuang'er unable to find him after searching for a long time, and she thought she was the only one trapped here.

Looking at the blood flowing out of the Tianqiong Sect disciples and the sudden cessation of the blizzard, Shao Shuang'er said "Ah" in a daze, and then was startled by the sudden appearance of the water mirror, "This round, Canglan Sword Sect's Shao Shuang'er wins."

She realized that they were still fighting in the Immortal Sect Conference, and the disciple of the Sky Dome Sect who was just accidentally killed by her was the opponent she had seen in the water mirror before! The disciples of the Sky Dome Sect were best at all kinds of magic. This endless blizzard was probably summoned by this person! Then he hid under the snow, ready to trick her at any time.

"That was a close call. I almost died." Shao Shuang'er patted her chest in shock, looking at the scene around her that was slowly beginning to distort. "Is this the beginning of the next round?"

A female disciple with a murderous look on her face and blood on her cheeks appeared in the water mirror again. She happened to meet Shao Shuang'er's eyes. She smiled and smeared the blood on her face on the tattoo on her forehead. The tiger head tattoo with a wild temperament became even more evil after being stained by blood. The dress of this female disciple was undoubtedly that of a disciple of Wan Yao Valley. She stared at Shao Shuang'er in the water mirror, held her neck loosely with her hands, then tilted her head and stuck out her tongue, probably meaning that Shao Shuang'er would be killed by her in this way.

Shao Shuang'er frowned and was about to do something to express her dissatisfaction, but she found that she had changed her position again. This time, she came to a lush forest. Obviously, this was the advantageous map of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

She guessed that this area was a venue for the two of them to fight only, and the opponent would not be able to find her for a while. Feeling that her condition was not good, Shao Shuang'er found a secluded place to meditate silently, recovering her spiritual power, thinking about countermeasures in her mind.

……

On the other side, Wu Baiquan was panting and squatting on a high rock. His hands holding the two swords were shaking constantly. He looked like he was about to collapse. After resting for a while, he angrily yelled at the golden monk who was meditating below: "You damn baldy! How long have you been practicing this tortoise shell? Why can't you cut it open at all!"

"Amitabha," the monk was silent for a long time, and then replied, "Since I entered the temple, I have not practiced anything. I have only focused on strengthening my body and practicing this 'Indestructible Vajra Body'. I am afraid that the attack of fellow Daoist Jianzong will not be able to break through my protective aura. Please admit defeat."

“Bah!” Wu Baiquan jumped down and kicked the monk who only practiced defense, but it hurt his own foot so much that he jumped and screamed beside him, still cursing unyieldingly, “Hey, I’m not saying anything bad about you, but you’re like a turtle shell, you don’t have any skills, what are you doing here to participate in the Immortal Gate Conference? Go back and recite your sutras!”

The monk replied in all seriousness, "I also have my own aspirations! Please don't slander me!"

"Can't you just...that thing? I'm tired." Wu Baiquan said.

“Haha, don’t try to trick me into saying those two words.” The monk replied.

So, the two of them continued to live their lives of forging iron, and neither of them could do anything to the other, which was really cause for celebration.

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On the other side, Murong Ziqiu was not as relaxed as Shao Shuang'er and Wu Baiquan. He was struggling to avoid the attacks with injuries all over his body. His opponent was Dai Wangxuan, a well-known lord of the Tianqiong Sect. He was good at applying all kinds of spells flexibly in close combat. As long as he got the chance, he would be a natural nemesis for a cultivator like Murong Ziqiu who only practiced long-range flying swords.

Murong Ziqiu has extremely strong spiritual power, but very little combat experience. Even when he went out to train with Shao Shuang'er and the others, he only relied on his own powerful spiritual power to fly the sword and kill monsters from a distance. He almost never fought the enemy head-on. On the battlefield of the Immortal Gate Conference, he finally exposed the shortcomings that he had always been unwilling to face.

After being blown away by the opponent's spell once again, Murong Ziqiu didn't want to fight anymore. He hurriedly raised his hands and wanted to admit defeat, "I... I admit defeat... uh..." But for some reason, he couldn't even utter the word "surrender"!

"Admit...s...s..." He tried many times, but was horrified to find that there was something strange here, which made it impossible for him to admit defeat to his opponent!

In other words, the battle can only end when one side dies...

Murong Ziqiu looked at the gradually approaching long sword wrapped in flames, his pupils dilated, and in his eyes, there were only the long sword and Dai Wangxuan's indifferent reflection.