"Then please invite Mr. Wan to come with your servant!"

After Meng Ping finished speaking, she turned around, picked up her cloak, and rushed away, neither too fast nor too slow, just like a third-rate character in the world.

Wan Shuai felt very happy in his heart and followed him leisurely.

"I didn't expect that the legendary ancient "Blue Dragon Sword" would be at my fingertips. With it, tomorrow's competition will be effortless!"

Wan Shuai looked at Meng Ping's back in front of him, his heart suddenly filled with lust, and he thought to himself: "This maid is really pretty, just like Fang Yueyao! As the saying goes, a sister should be pretty, filial, and charming.

, with a sword hanging from her waist, a woman who knows some martial arts is like a bright red pepper among thousands of flowers. She is soft and a little wild, which makes it more exciting to play. When you get the sword, why not...quack, quack, quack..."

Wan Shuai was thinking about good things while following Meng Ping as he galloped southward, and unknowingly arrived at the riverside of the South Market.

The wind was whistling in the ears, and the river was lapping at the shore. Under the silver moonlight, a lonely giant arena stood on the bank of the river. Meng Ping stood on the arena and looked at Wan Shuai, her skirts flying gently in the wind.

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Wan Shuai floated like catkins and landed fifty meters away. He was very alert and didn't understand why Meng Ping brought him to the ring.

"What are you doing here? Does her master want to give me the Azure Dragon Sword here?"

With a look of suspicion on his face, he secretly held his breath and concentrated, keenly capturing the abnormal fluctuations in the air, and using his sect's unique secret method to feel the invisible murderous aura around him. In the end, he found nothing. Except for Meng Ping on the ring, there was no one else nearby.

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Perhaps it was because of the excessive consumption of internal energy after running at extremely high speed for a period of time that Meng Ping's breathing in the ring was a little rapid and heavy, and her heart was in confusion. From this, it can be concluded that her martial arts was only third-rate at best. Wan Shuai finally

I felt relieved.

He walked towards the ring gracefully and laughed loudly: "The girl's master is really good at choosing places. It seems that he wants me to use the Azure Dragon Sword to cut off the little overlord's head tomorrow! I just don't know when he will arrive?

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Yu Ping sneered and said: "Master has an order! Mr. Wan has to pass the test of being a slave before he can offer the 'Blue Dragon Sword' with both hands, so he chose to present the sword here! I just don't know if Mr. Wan has it."

Are you qualified to receive a sword as a gift?"

Wan Shuai was stunned, shook his head and said with a smile: "Girl, don't make trouble! Although you can do two martial arts supers, in Wan's eyes, you are no more than a child playing juggling. I am very sympathetic to you.

How is it possible to fight with a beauty like you? Let’s wait until your master comes to talk!”

"Master Wan, you underestimate me too much, and at the same time, you overestimate yourself too!"

"Oh? Is it possible that you have something else to rely on?" Wan Shuai said with a disdainful smile.

"That's all!"

Meng Ping rotated her wrist several times and rolled away the cloak in her hand. The Qinglong Sword immediately glowed with dazzling brilliance, and even the moonlight eclipsed it! Especially the ruby ​​inlaid in the hand guarding the sword.

The dazzling red light bursts out, making people dazzled!

Wan Shuai's eyes cast a greedy look, and he swallowed a mouthful of spit as his Adam's apple slid. He couldn't help blurting out: "It is indeed an unparalleled divine sword!"

"Young Master Wan, please be careful! The sword has no eyes, and the servant's skills are low. It is the sword that controls the person, not the person who controls the sword. If I can't hold back for a moment and take your life, don't blame me!"

Wan Shuai was stunned when he heard this, and then started laughing wildly. His laughter was deafening, obviously showing off his deep inner strength.

"What the girl said is wrong! In this world, there is a sword to control people but people cannot control swords? You know, the sword is dead, but the person is alive!"

"What you are talking about is just ordinary iron in the world. What if there is a spiritual sword?"

Meng Ping showed a strange smile: "Master Wan, why don't you just give it a try?"

After speaking, she looked solemn and raised the Azure Dragon Sword with her right arm, pointing straight to the sky.

Something weird happened!

Meng Ping was seen slowly rising up, rising straight into the sky. It looked like the sword in her hand was pulling her up. It was very strange!

"This is impossible! With her skill, she can never do this! Could it be that... the Qinglong Sword is indeed extraordinary, it is definitely a divine sword! Today I will snatch it even if it is snatched!"

Wan Shuai was shocked and quickly took out the "Millennium Ice Silk Gloves" from his arms and put them on his hands.

At this moment, the light from the Azure Dragon Sword began to flicker brightly and darkly, and the atmosphere around the arena suddenly became eerie and terrifying. The sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves could be heard faintly within a ten-foot radius. For a moment, the world was filled with mist and mist.

His expression changed, and a boundless resentment enveloped the surroundings!

Wan Shuai's pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a horrified look, and his whole body froze!

He felt this resentment, and seemed to see many ghosts in his eyes, with teeth and claws spread out to devour all living things!

He was not afraid, but shocked!

It was just a sword. He never imagined that it could release such strong resentment. This momentum was actually more evil than the "Illusion Demonic Skill" of his adoptive father, the "Illusion Killing Demon God" Wan Zheng!

"Fortunately, the one holding the sword is just a third-rate girl. If it were a master, then I would..."

As if facing a formidable enemy, Wan Shuai gathered 100% of his power, let out a long roar, and rose into the sky with a rainbow-like momentum, heading straight towards Meng Ping in mid-air. At the same time, he reached forward with both palms, and the thousand-year-old ice silk gloves glowed.

The white halo suddenly filled the sky with countless white palm shadows.

The first move of the magic hand, "Guan Yun Po Yue" is launched!

Meng Ping looked at him, showed a ferocious smile and said: "Junior! You really don't know how to live or die! I am the ancestor of you evil heretics, and he is the 'Eye of Ten Thousand Demons'! Just consider yourself unlucky!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her delicate body folded in the air and hit Wan Shuai's palms like a meteor!

"Boom!" There was an explosion, and waves of air spread out in all directions, and the palm shadows all over the sky instantly dissipated into the invisible.

Wan Shuai was knocked straight down, and his feet sank into the ground until his knees stopped!

At the same time, he himself was entangled by Meng Ping!

I saw that Meng Ping's delicate body was like dough, turning into a long and slender strip, wrapping around Wan Shuai's body three times like a python, facing him face to face, nose to nose, as if watching

Looking at him like a delicious meal, with a ferocious smile on his face!

"Is this a human being... No! It's a monster..." Wan Shuai was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body.

"Master Wan, didn't you want to be intimate with me just now? I will satisfy you now! Let you try whether my little pepper is spicy enough?"

After Meng Ping finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue and licked his face wildly, like licking ice cream, not even an inch was left. She licked it all over from forehead to chin, and her face was covered with fragrant stickiness.

Mouthy saliva.

"It's so delicious..." Meng Ping murmured while licking it.

Wan Shuai was horrified, and suddenly his neck felt cold, and the Qinglong Sword was already placed on his neck!

I saw Meng Ping letting out a giggle, like a ghost, holding a sword and starting to cut slowly, as if she didn't understand martial arts at all, cutting back and forth like a saw, inch by inch...

The wound on his neck was getting bigger and bigger, and more and more blood spurted out. The sharp sword edge penetrated inch by inch like cutting tofu. Wan Shuai felt no pain at all. He only felt waves of coldness flowing through his body.

The true energy poured out along with the blood, and there was a feeling of being drained out in an instant.
Chapter completed!