Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1747
Chapter 1747: Chapter 1725: Mu Fan Challenges His Sister, Like a Flower Goddess Descending to the World_1 Chapter 1747: Chapter 1725: Mu Fan Challenges His Sister, Like a Flower Goddess Descending to the World_1 “I'll go first.”
A Nascent Soul stage martial cultivator unsheathed his sword, taking the initiative to strike.
Lin Qingluo, elegant and composed, spun her sword half a circle in her wrist, her body flashing, fast as lightning, aiming for the center of his forehead.
The tip of the sword gleamed brightly; in the blink of an eye, the fellow disciple was frightened, unable to change his move in time, and was sent flying by a palm strike.
“My turn.”
The remaining disciples, not wishing to lag behind, exerted their strongest powers one after another, moving aggressively towards her.
Lin Qingluo moved like the wind, deftly controlling her sword, the tip stopping perfectly just an inch away from the challengers' forehead, and sent them flying with a palm strike.
After one stick of incense's time, the challenging disciples had fallen one by one. Only Mu Fan, the Long Gao siblings, and two sect leaders remained in the Martial Arts Arena, ostensibly here to watch the fun but covertly learning from the sidelines.
*
“Sister, please teach me.”
Mu Fan, blood boiling with excitement, opens his right hand slightly and the Evilbane Divine Sword automatically finds its way into his palm.
One man, one sword, in perfect harmony, the sword humming with an intense will to fight.
“Come on.”
Lin Qingluo drew the Jinghong Divine Sword into her palm, her aura was overbearing:”Let your sister bear witness to how much you have grown.”
“Take this!”
With a soft shout from Mu Fan, holding his long sword, he advanced at breakneck speed using the Phantom Step.
The black-robed figure with jet-black hair moved so fast that he was nearly invisible, leaving only faint afterimages behind.
“Good move.”
Qingluo, dressed in a green blouse, with ink-black hair dancing in the wind, turned sharply to avoid the deadly point of the sword.
A dazzling sword light, accompanied by a faint sound of dragon's lullaby, sliced through the night sky, hurtles like lightning towards Mu Fan's heart.
Mu Fan was taken aback, his body reacted before his mind, swiftly rotating at an incredible angle, narrowly escaping the lethal strike.
“Again.”
Qingluo moves like the wind. The elusive and icy sword qi seemingly follows her like a shadow, tracing Mu Fan's figure.
Mu Fan leaps into the sky, his wrist spinning, the Evilbane Divine Sword slashes dozens of trails of sword light in the night sky, attacking from all directions.
“Good swordsmanship.”
Lin Qingluo responds with a gentle chuckle, propelling herself into the sky, holding the Jinghong Divine Sword shimmering brilliantly, spinning rapidly in her palm.
Countless gleaming sword lights circle around her, forming a resplendent and varied sword flower.
Layers of petals envelope her, providing perfect protection.
The her figure in the green robe and ink-black hair, elegantly floating in the center of the sword flower, under the ink-like night, looks like a goddess of flowers descending to earth. Her beauty stuns the crowd, creating a strong visual impact.
Mu Fan halted his attack momentarily, his speed dropping slightly.
Lin Qingluo flashes a smile. The change in her sword technique was swift, combining her body and sword as one, the sharp tip of her sword aiming straight for Mu Fan's forehead.
“You brat, daydreaming during a duel, I'll break your legs.”
The Evilbane Sword Spirit, enraged and stomping, was about to roar when Lin Qingluo had already approached him.
Mu Fan reacts swiftly, using his sword to block the lightning-fast strike of his sister, stopping it three inches from his forehead.
Lin Qingluo's move was just a feint, tapping lightly on the blade of the Evilbane Divine Sword and flipping in the air to make another strike.
Mu Fan did not dare to be negligent, focusing intently to confront his sister.
Lin Qingluo was amused and intentionally accelerated the pacing, her moves becoming faster and faster.
Two dazzling sword lights, drawing perfect arcs in the night sky, crisscrossing and chasing each other, leaving traces of beautiful and varied sword shadows.
*
A thousand moves passed in a flash, Mu Fan's breath was slightly chaotic, and the mana in his Golden Core was almost exhausted.
Seeing that he was powerless to continue fighting, Lin Qingluo intentionally revealed a flaw, drawing him to attack.
Chapter end
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