540: C540 Mu Yu Versus Duanmu Qingling

C540 Mu Yu Versus Duanmu Qingling

"Alright, the competition officially begins!" The host announced.

The two of them didn't say anything else. They each displayed a graceful movement technique, like two beautiful birds crossing each other.

The men in the audience were all staring at each other. To be able to see the battle between the two beautiful girls was indeed a form of enjoyment.

"Power of the Moonlight!"

Xu Xuan'er's jade-like fingers flashed with a moon-white radiance, dazzling and resplendent.

Nine rays of moonlight descended from the sky and lingered around her.

It was like a fairy under the moon, holy and charming.

At the same time, Duanmu Qingling's entire body floated in the air.

A holy white long sword appeared in her hand.

"Nine plum blossoms!"

Duanmu Qingling lightly shouted and the long sword in her hand slashed out.

A snow-white sword light cut through the air.

After that, nine dazzling plum blossom marks bloomed in the air.

They intersected with Xu Xuan'er's nine crescent moons.

Intense airwaves swept across the surroundings. Regardless of whether it was the other participants under the stage or the audience, they could all feel the strength of the airwaves.

Xu Xuan'er gave a muffled groan and her body quickly flew backwards.

She retreated dozens of steps before coming to a stop.

Duanmu Qingling, on the other hand, was completely unharmed. Her green dress was spotless and her three thousand black hair was fluttering gently in the wind.

"Sister's cultivation is really profound. I am ashamed to be inferior to you."

Xu Xuan'er smiled faintly, but she did not feel disappointed in her heart. She was able to enter the top eight because of Mu Yu's help and her own good luck.

Duanmu Qingling had already shown mercy. Otherwise, she would have already been seriously injured and fell down from the stage.

"Qingling was only lucky to be able to beat elder sister by one and a half moves."

Duanmu Qingling put away the sword and very politely returned a smile.

Duanmu Qingling was so modest and polite and there was not a trace of the princess of Duanmu family on her body which also gave Xu Xuan'er a favorable impression.

The two of them were like sisters, laughing and laughing as they walked down the stage together.

Xu Xuan'er walked back to Mu Yu's side and patted his shoulder. She laughed and said, "You are going to meet your opponent in the next round. Although Sister Duanmu is young, her cultivation is not low."

Mu Yu opened his eyes and looked at Duanmu Qingling's back in the distance. He said indifferently, "She is a good opponent."

Xu Xuan'er laughed and suddenly lowered her voice. She whispered in Mu Yu's ear, "You have been staring at Sister Duanmu. Have you taken a liking to her?"

"But this is normal. Sister Duanmu is so beautiful, and she is also the princess of the Duanmu family. Many young and talented people in the Land of Divine Origin's cultivation world view her as a goddess."

"I really don't know. How did your brain grow?" Mu Yu felt somewhat helpless.

Was he the kind of person who liked pretty girls the moment he saw them?2

He didn't think he was that vulgar.

As the two of them spoke, the other two duels had already ended.

Fierce Son of God easily advanced, and the other one was the Nangong Clan, Nangong Yunfei.

The next round.

Mu Yu versus Duanmu Qingling, and Fierce Son of God versus Nangong Yunfei.

Mu Yu once again ascended the stage.

On the opposite side, Duanmu Qingling was holding a long sword. Her skin was crystal clear and her temperament was elegant and otherworldly. She looked like a fairy that had walked out of a painting.

"I just heard from Sister Xu that your cultivation base is extremely strong, and that you are the true king of the younger generation."

On Duanmu Qingling's beautiful face, a pair of gem-like eyes blinked as she looked at Mu Yu.

"You are also very strong. Let's see what you can do."

After Mu Yu faintly said this sentence, the Spiritual Force began to circulate within his body like a surging river.

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