A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

Wen Chu Ning's sword was too swift, and the blade pierced her arm easily like cutting paper.

A sharp pain came from her arm, and blood instantly dyed Yun Yueqing's sleeves red.

Blood gushed out like a blooming red flower, looking particularly sad and beautiful under the cold sword light.

Because her bones blocked the sword, it was difficult for Wen Chu Ning to pierce her head.

Wen Chuning frowned, shook his wrist, and the sword made a harsh friction sound on Yun Yueqing's arm bone.

Then he pulled it out suddenly, and blood spurted out like a thin line as the sword tip was pulled out, drawing shocking arcs of blood in the air.

Due to the stinging pain caused by the broken bones, his consciousness miraculously became a little clearer.

Yun Yueqing endured the dizziness and took advantage of this sudden clarity to fight back against Wen Chu Ning.

When Wen Chuning saw that Yun Yueqing's arm was seriously injured and his clothes were stained with blood, he felt a little relieved. He lowered the tip of his sword, gasped for breath, and a glimmer of victory flashed in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Yueqing's body suddenly moved, like a ghost in the dark night, using the blood drops from his broken arm as a cover, and suddenly approached Wen Chu Ning.

Yun Yueqing held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand. Although her other arm was covered in blood, it did not affect her agility.

His figure moved left and right like a ghost, and when Wen Chu Ning's sword slowed down a little, he suddenly approached.

The sword in his hand flashed and passed through Wen Chu Ning's side at an incredible angle.

Wen Chu Ning only felt a chill in her waist, followed by a burning pain, and blood quickly soaked her clothes.

Although Yun Yueqing's sword did not hit the vital part, it was accurate and ruthless. Wen Chuning's face turned pale instantly, his body staggered, and the sword in his hand almost fell out of his hand.

Yun Yueqing took advantage of the situation and attacked, quickly shuttling between the sword shadows.

The tip of her sword drew silver tracks in the air, and each strike was aimed directly at Wen Chu Ning's vital points.

Wen Chu Ning only felt that the sword lights in front of her eyes were like a network, and it was difficult to resist.

She tried her best to swing her sword to resist, but Yun Yueqing's attacks were repeatedly resolved with her clever strength, and she was forced to retreat step by step.

Yun Yueqing's swordsmanship is sharp and precise, and every sword carries a chilling murderous intent, as if to cut through the air.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of Wen Chu Ning's forehead, and her eyes were full of disbelief and horror.

She never thought that she would end up in such a passive position.

Yun Yueqing's sword followed him like a shadow, and every time he swung it, it seemed to leave silver cracks in the air.

Wen Chu Ning was forced to retreat again and again, with almost no room for retreat.

There was determination and ruthlessness in her eyes, and the tip of her sword was pointing at Wen Chu Ning's vital points.

At that critical moment between life and death, the referee's whistle suddenly sounded, sharp and piercing, breaking the tense atmosphere on the court.

Yun Yueqing paused with his sword, a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he still forced himself to stop the attack.

Wen Chu Ning took the opportunity to catch her breath. Her face was as pale as paper. Sweat slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes stained with blood, which looked particularly shocking.

The referee quickly intervened and separated the two men, and the field instantly fell into an eerie silence.

The referee's voice echoed in the empty arena, carrying an indescribable heaviness.

Regretfully, "No. 27 Xiaoyan, also known as Yunyueqing, wins."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Yueqing knelt on one knee, with the sword in his hand stuck aside. The blood on his other arm had gradually coagulated. His face was pale but the determination in his eyes could not be concealed.

Wen Chu Ning's body was staggering, and her eyes were staring into the distance with empty eyes, as if she had not yet recovered from the life-and-death struggle just now.

Wen Chu Ning's body trembled slightly, and her eyes slowly turned to Yun Yueqing. Her voice was low and trembling: "You...you are Yun Yueqing?"

"Yes, except for her, no one can defeat me!"

Wen Chu Ning held on to her shaky body and pointed at Yun Yueqing with trembling fingers.

The voice was filled with incredible anger and unwillingness: "Referee! She is Yun Yueqing! She has been expelled from the Xuantian Sect and is not qualified to participate in the competition at all!"

Yun Yueqing frowned slightly when she heard the voice, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"How come you can't beat me? You're starting to make up stories. I don't know Yun Qing."

Wen Chu Ning bit her lower lip tightly. She staggered a few steps and barely stood firm.

He loudly suggested to the referee: "She must be a fake contestant. There is no cultivator named Xiaoyan in my Xuantian Sect. Please ask the referee to thoroughly investigate this person's identity."

The audience around began to whisper and talk.

"That's right, I've never heard of such a person in Xuantian Sect."

"Yes, it makes people have outstanding abilities, but before this, they had no fame. Isn't it strange?"

Everyone shouted loudly, "Investigate thoroughly, investigate thoroughly!"

The referee looked solemn. After looking around, he nodded and signaled the disciple beside him to go and verify Yun Yueqing's identity.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the arena was extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yun Yueqing.

The referee team acted quickly, and several old men in gray robes gathered around. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, staring at Yun Yueqing.

One of the old men took out a gleaming jade slip from his sleeve. He touched it lightly with his finger, and light flowed on the jade slip, as if he was comparing some information.

Yun Yueqing looked calm as she stared at the jury with a barely perceptible sneer on her lips.

The noise of the surrounding audience gradually faded away, and she seemed to be in silence.

After a moment, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he looked up at Yun Yueqing with eyes full of shock and confusion.

He spoke slowly, his voice clearly audible in the silent arena: "There is no such person. This conference did not invite a cultivator named Xiaoyan to participate."

When Wen Chuning heard this, a smug sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, like a poppy blooming in the darkness, both beautiful and dangerous.

There was a gleam of pleasure in revenge in her eyes, her body trembling slightly with excitement, but she still forced herself to stand upright, pointing her finger at Yun Yueqing.

His voice was sharp with excitement. "See, I knew you weren't that simple! Who are you? Why are you pretending to be a contestant and disrupting the Spirit Beast Championship?"

The audience around began to talk, and accusatory and curious glances shot towards Yun Yueqing like sharp arrows.

They surrounded her, as if they wanted to strip away all the secrets in her.

"What's going on? If you don't have the qualifications, how can you enter?"

"Could this person be a traitor sent by the Demon Sect or some other sect?"

Wen Chu Ning acted arrogantly, with a winner's smile on her lips. She slowly walked towards Yun Yueqing, and every step she took seemed so proud and confident.

The sunlight slanted down from behind her, giving her a golden halo, but further highlighting Yun Yueqing's loneliness and desolation.

Wen Chu Ning stood in front of Yun Yueqing, her eyes full of contempt and complacency.

She raised her hand and gently stroked Yun Yueqing's cheek with her fingertips, as if she was touching a dirty object.

"Yun Yueqing, I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes. Why don't you even dare to admit your own identity?"