This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

The immortal from the Moon Palace descended gracefully to the world, with two swords flying together, staining the mountains and rivers with blood.

An Ling felt the all-too-familiar breath, and her hand holding the Broken Star couldn't help but tremble a little.

She looked up at the two people who were as bright as gods, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips. "I finally found the style of traditional immortal heroes in our sect, but... why is it in this form..."

She waved her hand gently, and took away the stone hanging above everyone's heads. Then she stepped into the air and looked at the two men at eye level.

An Ling's facial muscles twitched for a moment, and then she forced a smile and said to the two of them, "My two... Daoists, why did you come here?"

The two of them were silent. Yu Lang drew out the long sword that was across his waist, made a fancy sword flower, and said in a cold voice: "Liyang City blasphemed the New Moon Immortal, and we are here to eliminate it."

An Ling knew that Yu Lang was not showing off just now, but was accumulating the sword power of "Dielang Sword Art". The secret book in An Ling's hand only reached the eighth level, and the truly complete "Dielang Sword Art" was still in Yu Lang's hands. Originally, Yu Lang thought that An Ling was still young, so she should proceed step by step and not rush to give her the complete sword manual, after all, there was a long time to come.

And today, her disciple finally saw the ninth floor with his own eyes, but unfortunately, he was in the form of an enemy.

"Master, please don't be like this, okay?" An Ling's eyes were red, and she was about to cry. She took out the Xiangzhu Sword from her storage bag and tried to use Yu Lang's former sword to wake up her master. "Look, this sword was once yours, and it was passed on to..."

The almost inaudible sound of the wind made An Ling instantly alert. She tilted her head two inches, and the hair on her temples flew in front of her eyes along with the powerful sword energy.

The sword was taken back into Luo Qinghuai's hand. He glanced coldly at Yu Lang beside him. Just this one glance made Yu Lang feel like he was falling into an icy cave. He said without emotion: "If you delay any longer, I will kill you too."

An Ling's eyes widened as she looked at Luo Qinghuai's young face in disbelief. "Master, what on earth has happened to you? Master Yu Lang is your disciple who you raised since childhood! Why do you want to kill her too?"

Heartache, sadness and anger towards Crescent Moon Immortal made An Ling clench the hilts of the Broken Star and Xiang Bamboo Swords. Crescent Moon Immortal... you are so despicable. Are you betting that I will go easy on them?

Before An Ling could react, the two ignored her complicated expression. Yu Lang swooped down towards the crowd under the altar, while Luo Qinghuai turned the ice-cracked sword in his hand into pieces. Tens of thousands of pieces were carried by the violent sword energy and flew around Luo Qinghuai, like a giant vortex above the East China Sea.

He pinched his fingers on his chest, and then gently swung the sword, pointing it towards Liyang City.

Yu Lang's sword was so fast that before the mortal eye could react, the head and body had been torn apart, and blood gushed out. Every time she swung her sword, she could easily take a life. Countless afterimages filled the sky like a dragnet, leaving the people below with nowhere to hide.

Run! Run!

An Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and she tried desperately to block Yu Lang's sword, but how could she easily block Canglan's sword, which was once the fastest sword.

Yu Lang's strange body movements were like a fluttering butterfly. He easily dodged An Ling's block and continued to reap the lives of the mortals in Liyang City in front and behind her.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch the corner of Yu Lang's clothes. She could only shout in despair: "Run! Run!"

Looking at the heads of people around them being thrown up and the blood gushing out like a fountain, they screamed and tried to escape, but it only made them fall faster into the vortex of death that blocked the entire altar!

Luo Qinghuai used his sword to block the entire altar. He also extended his tentacles to the city gate. Anyone who dared to leave Liyang City would be brutally killed by him.

Who would have thought that these two murderous executioners were once heroes with the world in their hearts?

An Ling was helpless. She only knew how to kill and escape, but she didn't know how to protect others.

Looking at the blood all around her, An Ling felt dizzy. Suddenly, she felt a sweet and fishy taste in her throat and a large amount of blood spurted out. She leaned on the ground with her sword, and when she raised her eyes again, they were already bloodshot.

That being the case, that being the case...

Feeling that An Ling's always strong will was on the verge of collapse, Shattered Star began to tremble with excitement. A dark red aura slowly rose from the sword, penetrated into An Ling's body, and continued upward along her meridians, its destination apparently being her head.

kill!kill!kill!

An Ling seemed to no longer be able to hear the people's cries. Her world gradually turned blood red, and the only thing left in her mind was: kill!

If she can't protect the people she wants to protect, then she can only fall into hell, turn into a ghost, and come back for revenge!

The red aura gradually rose from the arms, to the chest, and then to the neck...

An Ling stood up woodenly holding the broken stars, slightly tilting her head. The expression on her face was exactly the same as that of Li Wanjian who had once gone astray!

As An Ling's mind was shaken, she could no longer suppress the power of the evil sword to shatter the stars. She was invaded by the evil sword and was about to become a ruthless killer.

"Go to hell, all of you..." On An Ling's cheeks, black and red lines complemented each other, forming a sinister and weird picture.

"An Ling! Wake up!" Just when An Ling was about to be completely consumed by murderous intent, a burning sensation appeared on her cheek. She tilted her head in a daze, seemingly unable to understand what was happening.

"Snapped!"

An Ling's head tilted to the other side, and now both cheeks were equally burning.

An Ling was in a trance, glaring at the enemy in front of her, wondering why this man wanted to hit her.

"We need you! Liyang City needs you! Canglan Sword Sect needs you too!" someone shouted in the chaos.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your senior brother, Wu Baiquan!" Looking at An Ling's confused eyes, the man became anxious and muttered to himself, "Didn't I hit you hard enough?"

Wu Baiquan?

The familiar name instantly awakened An Ling's mind, and the evil lines on her face seemed to fade away a little.

Seeing that it was working, Wu Baiquan quickly said a long list of names in an attempt to wake An Ling up.

He anxiously watched Mingjue protecting others with his own body, turning all attacks in the area onto himself. He was hit by Yu Lang's crazy attack and vomited blood continuously. He looked up at the sky again. Lin Ji and Ayimu joined forces to attack Luo Qinghuai, who was blocking with one hand and blocking with the other, but was still at ease. He was even more angry with An Ling, who seemed to be possessed. While saying An Ling's familiar name, he slapped her hard in the face with tears in his eyes.

When talking about the market vendor of Canglan Sword Sect, An Ling grabbed his hand and said helplessly, "Brother, stop hitting me. I'm awake."

Wu Baiquan looked at An Ling, whose face had completely disappeared but was still covered in suspicious redness and swelling, and smiled awkwardly, "That's good."

An Ling opened her eyes and instantly caught the development of the battle. She jumped up and stabbed with a sword like a rainbow piercing the sun just before Luo Qinghuai's sword was about to hit Aimu, who was already covered in blood and unable to block it, and successfully knocked Luo Qinghuai's sword away!

Ayimu turned a blind eye with her hair disheveled like a madman. Her right eye had been blinded by Luo Qinghuai, and her whole body was covered with wounds from the sword, making her look like a bloody person.

"An... Ling?" She said hesitantly, looking at the person's back covered in black mist.

"Well," An Ling rescued Lin Ji from the sword formation that was like a meat grinder, and said quickly to the two of them: "You go down and help the monk first, I'll hold the sect leader back!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ji and Ayimu rushed downwards without any delay, using all possible means to block Yu Lang's sword, whose power was so fast that it seemed like a phantom, and to share the pressure with Mingjue, who was almost unable to hold on.

An Ling faced the younger version of Luo Qinghuai. Her right hand holding the sword was still trembling slowly, and the pain like burning flames spread throughout every inch of her muscles and meridians - this was Shattered Star's failed resistance to taking over her body.

But she seemed fine, with a smile on her pale face, and said to Luo Qinghuai who was ready to attack her: "Sect Master, I always wanted to spar with you in the past, but you always got tired and slipped away. Now, we are fighting again."

Luo Qinghuai said nothing, his eyes locked on An Ling's neck and heart. As if he felt An Ling's strength, he retracted the sword blades that besieged Liyang City, leaving only the circle under the altar.

An Ling said softly: "Please teach me!"

Then, the sword light splashed like waves, and also like a bright moon falling from the sky.

An Ling started with the sword art that she had learned - the East Sea Wandering Immortal Sword!