Ling Su looked at the cold Qingluo, and could only sigh lightly, feeling that this world is impermanent. Once upon a time, she could have imagined that one day it would be this woman standing in front of her sword.

In Ling Su's impression, Qingluo will always warm people's hearts with a smile and give people spiritual comfort, no matter what situation they are in when they are young, no matter how hard and tired the training is, as long as they see Qingluo's warm smile, they have a little courage. But the reality is so cruel, although the woman in front of her is still smiling, there is no warmth in the smile, and there is only a cold to the bone.

The sigh gradually melted in the darkness, melodious and tactful. When the sigh completely dissipated, Ling Su's figure had already appeared in front of Qingluo's eyes, which shocked the bewitching woman, Rao was prepared, knowing that Ling Su had come out of the middle school of the Yunshui Sword Sect, and it would be difficult to find opponents in the rivers and lakes, however, she never thought that Ling Su's speed would be so fast.

Ling Suyu took another step, bowed her delicate body, her eyes stared at the woman who was still in doubt, and the sword in her hand was swung out. The body of the Yunshui sword was like water, and under the moonlight that sprinkled into the room, it was even more flowing, and the cold murderous aura spread in this darkness.

Qingluo had no time to think, her eyebrows frowned, her beautiful eyes were violent, and the sharp blade between her fingers turned spontaneously, dissipating the heavy murderous aura on Ling Su's body, and in the face of the cold Yunshui Sword with the blade, she didn't dodge it, and picked up the sharp blade in her hand and touched it suddenly.

"Bang dang!"

The sharp touch of the sharp weapon followed, stirring up a few traces of fire, Ling Su was shocked in his heart, and admired Qingluo's skill, only when the skill reached a certain level could the ordinary blade resist the edge of the Yunshui Sword. Ling Su looked at the woman in black sadly, her willow eyebrows frowned, her eyebrows were full of sorrow that could not be dissolved, and she sighed again: "Sister Qingluo, you are still the same as before, so good!"

That sigh stirred up thousands of dust, Ling Su straightened up, stood with his sword raised, the long skirt was triple overlapped, hanging to the ground, and the wide sleeves fluttered gently like a butterfly wings spreading its wings. The fire was extinguished in an instant, and everything returned to darkness.

"'Immortal Blade'?" Qingluo said to herself, but only for a moment, she laughed at herself, and the coldness in her eyes was even worse, and she said in a deep voice, "It's really sad that you still remember your sister's previous name, it's really touching!" That being said, there was no trace of emotion in Qingluo's demeanor, only endless resentment.

Ling Su was suffocated in his heart, his eyes were a little fluttering, and he said slowly: "Of course I remember, Sister Qingluo's sharp blade appeared, and the fate of the dust was over, and the other party had the only way to die, but your tricks were like immortal arts, and it turned out that you liked to wear white clothes, so everyone called you 'Fairy Blade'......"

Qingluo was silent, her eyes condensed, and she rushed forward, and the cold light scattered, sealing all the angles of Ling Su's dodge. Ling Su was horrified in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only lift the Yunshui Sword against the enemy, and Qingluo's face did not change color, his slender hand flipped quickly, and the sharp edge fell from the sky, hitting the Yunshui Sword fiercely, forcing Ling Su to take a few steps back.

Ling Su couldn't have imagined that she still had the Yunshui Sword to be suppressed to such a point, and when she entered the WTO, she thought that the progress of martial arts was extremely fast, but now that she sees it, she still can't catch up with Qingluo, who is born like a demon. This comparison made Ling Su a little frustrated, but the difference in strength was indeed significant, and she was helpless, in her opinion, the only person who could beat Qingluo's short-bladed tricks was Mingyue alone.

It seemed that after venting, Qingluo's breath gradually stabilized, frowned, looked at Ling Su who was a little embarrassed coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Let me ask again, have you handed over the Yunshui Sword?"

Although Ling Su was at a disadvantage, her expression was still firm, and she shook her head solemnly, and then she asked sadly: "Sister Qingluo, what is it that makes you look like this, and why do you need the Yunshui Sword? Is it really to give it to the master? But I don't see the respect for the master from your eyes!"

Qingluo was stunned, staring at the blade in her hand with her eyebrows, a trace of tears in her eyes, and a little sadness and fear, her mouth fluttered, and she muttered, "Because I can't kill him...... My blade can't kill him......"

"He?" Ling Su muttered, and then, he asked, "Who is he, and why did you kill him?"

Qingluo eased her mind slightly, raised her hand and wiped her eyes, there was endless disgust in her cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "This has nothing to do with you!

Ling Su sensed that there must be a secret behind this, and of course he wanted to find out the reason why Sister Qingluo, who he respected in his heart, became like this, so he said softly: "Sister Qingluo, if you have any suffering, just say it, if you must need the Yunshui Sword, I will definitely help you!"

"Ha Lu Ha ......" the bewitching Qingluo pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were full of mockery, and she said coldly, "Don't pretend, you grew up in a greenhouse, you have the favor of your elders and the care of your master, how can you understand a demon girl like me? But don't forget, no matter how much you punish the evil and promote the good, and eliminate violence and peace, you can't change the fact that you are the same as me. In another day, when the truth is revealed, you will be spurned by the people more than me, and even your favorite lover will not want you!"

The sharp words stimulated Ling Su to be stunned, his eyes were extremely hollow, and in his clenched fists, the long pointed nails had pierced deep into his palms, and the bone-chilling pain could alleviate the despair in Ling Su's heart.

"Okay, you don't need this sword anymore, your man gave you the sword, and you have defiled this sword, why don't you give it to me!" Qing Luo whispered softly, walked lightly, moved to Ling Su, and stretched out her slender hand.

Ling Su raised his head blankly, blinked his empty eyes, and wondered, "Don't I need this sword anymore, oh no, is it not worthy of this sword?"

"Yes, give it to me!" Qingluo stared at the sword that was condensed with mist, extremely excited, and muttered, "I finally want to get it!" Mei'er, Yu'er, Fan'er, sister has finally avenged you, now, your enemy is desperate, are you happy? Next, I will go and kill the biggest enemy, and after that, I will accompany you......"

"Mei'er?Yu'er?Fan'er?" Ling Su froze and muttered to himself as soon as he heard the names of these people. After a while, his eyes gradually became bright, he withdrew the Yunshui Sword that was about to be handed over, stared at Qingluo with a look of remorse, and said suspiciously: "Sister Qingluo, what did you mean by what you said just now, Mei'er and them, where are they?"