This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

At the moment when the flaming sword approached, Murong Ziqiu's mind was full of uncontrollable thoughts, and his life experiences flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern:

When he was a child, he didn't want to memorize medical books, so he sneaked out of his room and watched the guards at home practicing swords over and over again. He was so obsessed with it that he didn't even notice the teacher coming behind him.

When he was a little older, he had already understood his ambition - as a member of the Murong family, he didn't like to cure diseases and save lives. He just wanted to imitate the knights in the storybooks and travel the world with a sword. For this, he was beaten a lot by his elders. Fortunately, his mother saw that he was determined to learn sword, so she used some connections to send him to Canglan Sword Sect, the world's leading swordsmanship, to study. The original intention was to let the boy Ziqiu see the dangers of the world, so that he would no longer clamor to learn sword. But what he didn't expect was that Murong Ziqiu had such a high degree of compatibility with the shame of the immortal gate - Canglan Sword Sect. So he stayed in Canglan Sword Sect and became an ordinary disciple with a little more wealth.

Murong Ziqiu's pupils shrank slightly, and the protective magic weapon that he had been hiding on his body trembled violently, forming a barrier between him and Dai Wangxuan's long sword that could withstand An Ling's full-strength attack. Dai Wangxuan's attack was blocked for a moment, but he reacted quickly. He immediately drew his sword and turned around, adjusting his body in the air, and attacked Murong Ziqiu's left rib. After Murong Ziqiu took advantage of the protective magic weapon to block the attack for him, he quickly slid out a highest-level purple escape talisman from his sleeve, called "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Day". He moved his mind slightly, and the power of the talisman instantly enveloped his whole body. Before Dai Wangxuan could react, he had already disappeared into the distance.

"How many magic weapons does he have left!" Dai Wangxuan roared in despair, and chopped down the trees in the field madly out of patience. This guy from Canglan Sword Sect didn't have much ability, but it was his magic weapons and talismans that allowed him to chase and kill Murong Ziqiu for several hours, even though he could have captured him easily!

The air twisted, and a disheveled man rolled out from the crack in space.

Murong Ziqiu leaned directly against the air wall at the edge of the venue on the other side, gasping for breath. Although he still had a lot of talismans, it took a lot of spiritual power to activate them. Even though he was brought up on all kinds of rare herbs and his spiritual power was twice as strong as that of his peers, he still found it difficult.

He poured several highest quality soul-restoring pills into his mouth to restore his spiritual energy, and then he recovered his breath. "Luckily, my family has been practicing medicine for generations and has accumulated a lot of wealth. Otherwise, I would really have to die here today..." Murong Ziqiu pinched his sword, thinking that this was not a solution, he must find a way to fight back.

With his years of experience in stirring up trouble in the Sword Sect, Murong Ziqiu came up with a plan quickly.

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The battle site between Dai Wangxuan and Murong Ziqiu was an ordinary forest, about the size of two football fields, with lush and tall trees densely distributed throughout the site.

Murong Ziqiu's major is flying sword, and he is good at long-distance combat in open areas. In such a dense forest, his flying sword skills, which he is proud of, will become restricted, and even in turn affect the safe distance between him and his opponent. Therefore, when he met Dai Wangxuan, who mainly engaged in close combat, Murong Ziqiu was so passive.

Dai Wangxuan moved quickly between the trees with a knife, constantly closing the distance between him and his opponent.

He felt the direction of the curse mark attached to Murong Ziqiu's body, and was more certain of Murong Ziqiu's position. He shook his head and laughed, thinking to himself: "What a useless young master, he thought it would be useful to hide far away? It's useless even if you escape to the horizon with my curse mark on your body." This is one of the uses of the Tianqiong Sect's secret method - the talisman tracking method, that is, the caster of the curse needs to plant a curse mark on the other party in advance, and then the position of this person can be tracked through the curse mark. Except for the disciples of the Tianqiong Sect who mastered the curse to help remove the curse personally, there is no other way to eliminate the curse. If you are unfortunately cursed, the only solution is to kill the caster. As long as one of the two parties dies, the curse can be broken by itself.

He originally thought that Murong Ziqiu would flee madly when he met him, just like he did before, and would only be beaten. However, he did not expect that Murong Ziqiu with the curse mark would keep approaching him!

Dai Wangxuan's heart was filled with alarm bells. Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary. It is better to be careful. The opponent is a rich young man, and who knows how many strange magic weapons he has on him. For a cultivator like him who has only one life left, his flesh and blood body cannot go head-on with an unconscious consumable magic weapon.

After he put away the "Fire Swallowing Spell" attached to the long sword, he added a layer of "Invisibility Spell" and "Heart Protection Spell" to himself, hid among the bushes, breathed lightly, silently lowered his presence, and slowly approached Murong Ziqiu in front of him with the help of cover.

But what was very strange was that the distance of the curse told him that Murong Ziqiu should be about ten meters ahead. There was nothing else in front of him, not even on the tree, and he had no idea where Murong Ziqiu was hiding.

Dai Wangxuan didn't dare to attack, but hid even more secretly. He repeatedly told himself that he must calm down and never expose his position first. Maybe this guy was waiting for him to attack first and then launch a sneak attack!

A few meters away, Murong Ziqiu was hiding in the shadow behind the tree trunk, relying on the magic weapon given to him by his family, Shadow Robe. As the name suggests, this magic weapon is an extremely thin silk robe that can be driven by spiritual power, and then make the owner of the magic weapon hidden in the shadow invisible, covering up all traces including spiritual power and blood. In Murong Ziqiu's hand, there was a spell that could kill with one strike. As long as Dai Wangxuan appeared first, he was sure to kill his opponent in one move!

"As long as he shows up, I can solve it with one move!" Murong Ziqiu thought.

"I know that guy is just ahead! Where is he hiding... I don't believe you can hide forever!" Dai Wangxuan thought to himself.

In this way, neither of them dared to be the first to expose his position, but they competed with each other in hiding skills, silently waiting for the opponent to reveal a flaw.

……

Let’s ignore the two people who are fighting the air for now and return our focus to An Ling.

After questioning the man to no avail, An Ling pierced the heart of the male disciple of the Yuehua Sect with a sword, crushing his heart and successfully winning the game.

While being teleported to another venue, she looked at the gradually stiffening body of the male disciple of the Yuehua Sect lying on the ground, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Look, even the Yuehua Sect, which was in cahoots with the Tianqiong Sect, could not escape the fate of being abandoned after the rabbit died. What was the secret that he was unwilling to reveal until his death? And what was the reason that made him unwilling to tell it even now?

Everything has become a temporary mystery with the death of the other party.

"The most important thing now is how to escape!" An Ling's mind was very clear. She had realized that something was wrong with Tianxuan Yuanjun. Her direct act of kidnapping the disciples of the immortal sects and forcing them to fight a life-and-death duel would definitely arouse public outrage, but she still did it. This meant that she had more important things to do than facing the wrath of several major immortal sects, and this matter was very likely hidden in the bodies of this group of disciples.

An Ling closed her eyes in pain. She didn't want to tell the most likely reason, nor did she want to face such a situation. At this moment, she wished she was a dull and mediocre person. Then, she wouldn't have to endure the pain of being awake alone.

"In this round, Canglan Sword Sect's An Ling wins."

The familiar water mirror suddenly appeared in front of An Ling. She looked at the familiar figure in the water mirror and couldn't help frowning.

That turned out to be the Wan Yao Valley disciple who survived Li Wanjian’s massacre, Qian Ping!

At this time, Qian Ping was covered in blood, holding his big fox in a daze. After seeing the nightmare-like long sword shattering the stars in the water mirror, his eyes widened, and the excessive fear made him unable to speak, and he could only tremble constantly.

An Ling saw that Qian Ping didn't have many wounds on his body. All the blood on his body seemed to be from someone else. There was not a trace of blood on the big fox's snow-white fur. The opponent's blood was all on the owner Qian Ping's body.

She raised an eyebrow. This Qianping didn't seem as weak as he appeared.

Seeing Qian Ping starting to hate unilaterally again, An Ling made a sword flower with an indifferent look on her face and smiled at Qian Ping in a friendly manner, but she successfully got an extremely frightened Qian Ping. She shrugged helplessly and silently felt the spatial distortion brought about by the changing venue.