My Demon Queen

Chapter 277 Top 6 11

Mu Wushuang saw Ye An's lip shape very clearly. The corners of her delicate mouth were slightly raised, and that subtle curve was difficult to detect without careful observation.

Her eyes were as sharp as a sword. She gently grasped the long sword in her hand that was shining with cold light, and walked lightly to the center of the venue. Every step she took was steady and powerful, as if she carried an innate sense of pride.

The Qilin Flower Spirit was carrying a long sword, the blade of which was flashing a cold light in the sun.

She walked towards them with graceful steps, her long hair as fiery red as flames flying wildly like dancing flames.

Her exquisite and sexy curves were looming as she walked, attracting the attention of everyone present and making them look at her sideways.

The eyes of all the spectators and contestants were extremely intense and fixed on the center of the venue.

The two beauties are like the sharp contrast of ice and fire.

Kirinhua Ling is sexy and hot, exuding a wild charm.

Mu Wushuang’s absolutely beautiful face was like that of a fairy from heaven, but her face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, cold and distant, yet so beautiful that it made people intoxicated.

For a moment, everyone's expectations spread across the venue like a tide.

Xiao Lin looked at Mu Wushuang quietly, his eyes flickering with an unconcealable joy.

The light was like bright stars, but soon, as if he was afraid of being discovered, he quickly suppressed his joy.

His love is like a secret buried deep in his heart, which has been suppressed for a long time.

In this world, the only person who knows his secret feelings is his master Bai Feiyu.

Su Su also turned her gaze to Mu Wushuang, and the scene of that day appeared clearly in her mind.

At that time, she was in deep trouble, and it was Mu Wushuang who lent a helping hand like a timely help. She has always remembered that kindness in her heart.

So at this moment, she put aside the position of the demon clan for the first time, and shouted as loudly as she could, cheering for Mu Wushuang. Her flushed little face and excited expression seemed to tell of her gratitude and expectations for Mu Wushuang.

When Wuyou saw this scene, a doting smile appeared on his face, and that smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring.

His gaze fell gently on Mu Wushuang, his eyes full of gratitude.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and prayed silently for Mu Wushuang in his heart. His pious look seemed as if he was praying to God to protect Mu Wushuang and have a smooth journey.

Ye An looked at the two people who were on the verge of a confrontation, shook his head helplessly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His mind was as clear as a mirror. With Mu Wushuang's strength, this round of 16 was just a warm-up for her.

However, what he was worried about at the moment was whether he would meet Mu Wushuang in the subsequent games. Moreover, there was another Xiaorou now. When Ye An thought of this, he felt a dull headache, as if there was a tangled mess in his mind.

Bai Feiyu saw that the two had already arrived at the venue, so he did not leave. As the host and the holy lord of the martial arts holy land, he presided over the opening ceremony himself. Compared with the first competition, it can be regarded as raising the status of the event.

Especially the Qilin Clan, one of the top three demon clans, and the Yaoguang Fairyland, one of the three holy places. He believed that his appearance should allow them to suppress the Phoenix Clan's affairs a little.

Bai Feiyu also spoke loudly, "Since the two of you have come, I wish you both good luck in martial arts."

After saying that, Bai Feiyu made a gesture of invitation with one hand. This gesture made the people from the Qilin Clan and the Yaoguang Fairyland very satisfied.

At the same time, Qilin Hualing and Mu Wushuang also saluted Bai Feiyu respectfully.

Only the Qilin tribe's chief and Dao Wuchen frowned slightly. As an old monster having lived for countless years, they could naturally see that Bai Feiyu's actions had already won the favor of the disciples and tribesmen on both sides.

The competition officially began. The Qilin Flower Spirit was like an enraged beast. She tightly grasped the long sword with both hands, her eyes wide open, and there seemed to be fire flickering in her eyes.

She shouted loudly, and spiritual power surged throughout her body. The long sword was wrapped in a whistling sound and swept across like a sharp lightning.

Mu Wushuang's figure was as light as a dancing butterfly. She tapped the ground with her toes and dodged sideways like a light feather.

At the same time, she opened her red lips and said softly, "Qilin Flower Spirit, your sword skills are strong but not versatile enough. If you attack like this, it will be easy for your opponent to predict your attack trajectory in advance."

Qilin Flower Spirit's beautiful eyebrows knitted together tightly, and a trace of anger appeared on her face. She shouted loudly: "Humph, Mu Wushuang, stop pointing fingers at me and preaching to me. Watch this!"

As she spoke, she raised the long sword high up again. This time, a blazing flame instantly ignited on the long sword. The flame rose up, emitting rolling heat waves, as if it would burn everything around it to ashes.

Mu Wushuang was not in a hurry. She closed her eyes slightly and quickly mobilized the power of the ice spirit root in her body.

The long sword in her hand was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost, which flashed with a cold light.

She raised her sword and steadily met the attack of the Qilin Flower Spirit.

During the blocking process, Mu Wushuang said softly: "Look, your current moves are too direct, without any combination of real and fake skills. This kind of move is easy to be cracked in a duel between masters."

Qilin Flower Spirit's expression became even more annoyed. Her face flushed red and she said loudly: "I have my own way of fighting. I don't need you to tell me what to do."

However, despite saying this, in the following process, she still unconsciously adjusted the rhythm of some moves and began to try to add some changes.

As the two men's weapons collided again, ice and fire collided, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

The strong collision caused white mist to instantly fill the surroundings, and the mist lingered around the two of them like a dream.

Mu Wushuang's eyes flashed, and her wrist shook violently. The icy power on the sword surged out like a surging tide, spreading rapidly along the Qilin Flower Spirit's sword.

Qilin Flower Spirit only felt a biting cold coming towards her, the cold seemed to penetrate into her bones, and her movements involuntarily froze.

Mu Wushuang seized this fleeting opportunity, and her figure instantly appeared behind the Qilin Flower Spirit like a ghost.

The long sword in her hand was firmly against Qilin Flower Spirit's neck. The cold touch made Qilin Flower Spirit's body stiffen suddenly.

Mu Wushuang sighed slightly and said softly: "Moreover, your control over your own strength is not precise enough, and a lot of spiritual power has been wasted. You lose this competition."

Qilin Flower Spirit bit her lips tightly, her eyes full of unwillingness, but she still said helplessly: "I give up."

Mu Wushuang slowly put away her sword. Her face, which was originally covered with a layer of frost, softened a little. She looked at Qilin Flower Spirit and said sincerely, "I just hope you can become stronger. This kind of competition will be more meaningful."