Reborn Concubine Against the Sky

Chapter 738 City of the Undead 27
Ao Qianling's wrist moved slightly, and the white blade slipped into her palm in a familiar way. With a flick of her fingers, the white blade left her palm and suddenly grew bigger in mid-air.

A crystal-clear sword with a white blade, like translucent white jade, shines brightly in the dark space, very eye-catching.

Ao Qianling's slender fingers firmly held the handle of the White Blade War Knife, and with a slight movement of the hand, a burst of white light flowed, and the White Blade War Knife was filled with countless rays of light, shaking slightly as if there was a layer of water ripples on it.

The black ground reflected the snow-white knives, and also vaguely reflected the face of Ao Qianling Qingcheng.

The three patterns and three colors on the handle of the White Blade War Saber are also shining, red, purple, black, and the three kinds of light are shining brightly.

"Three-flavored miracle medicine?!"

Although Lie Rulin had never seen this distinctive hand-to-hand sword, he knew about the three strange medicines. When he saw that the three strange medicines were on the sword, he knew that the sword was forged by the three strange medicines.

This sword was forged from three strange medicines, so it should not be underestimated. He knew that the power of a sword forged by three strange medicines would suddenly increase a lot.

Can't help looking at Ao Qianling, his spirit is really extraordinary.

"What kind of three-flavored medicine, just your broken sword that wants to beat my soul-eating scimitar, you are simply dreaming."

Ziyou couldn't help but sneered at Ao Qianling, although she admitted that the sword was really cute and beautiful, but it was nothing more than a fancy look but not a useful one.

What's more, she Ziyou will not destroy her prestige and grow her ambition to be proud of thousands of spirits. Although the three-flavored medicine is strange, it is just medicine. Now it is a sword competition, without a good weapon, and her spiritual power is not enough , I am afraid that the only way to die is ugly.

As long as she swung her scimitar lightly, the beautiful sword in her hand would be shattered into pieces immediately, not even slag left.

"Ling, your spiritual power is not as good as hers."

Lie Rulin's two souls said softly, even if Ao Qianling had a sword forged from three strange medicines, her spiritual power was no match for Ziyou's. No matter how good the weapon was, it would be useless without spiritual power.

"Ha ha."

Ao Qianling laughed softly, the laughter was as crisp as jingle bells, echoing in the huge hell for a long time.

"Laugh, just laugh, I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future."

Ziyou slowly raised the Soul Eater scimitar in front of her chest, and poured purple spiritual power from her fingertips onto the scimitar with the other hand.

She wanted to kill her with one blow, destroying her, this woman whom she hated to the bone.

"It's not certain who has no chance."

Ao Qianling's eyes moved slightly, and he also slowly raised the hand hanging by his side. The hand-to-hand sword seemed to be wrapped in a cold mist, which made it difficult to see, and there was a faint light on it.

"Ling, don't fight recklessly, now you and I are just souls, we can't deal with Ziyou."

Lie Rulin stretched out his hand, only to find that his hand shattered on Ao Qianling's shoulder like air, like light and shadow.

"Don't get hurt, leave the rest to me."

Ao Qianling turned his head slightly, and spoke in a strong tone, very forceful.

"Do not."

Lie Rulin's two souls shook his head at the same time, his handsome and flawless face was alluring, he was the only one in heaven and earth, whether it was his smile or his anger, people couldn't resist, and people couldn't help but fall into it.

"Don't refuse, if you still want to stand on the same front as me."

Ao Qianling stared coldly and said coldly.

(End of this chapter)