C22 Qingser (1/2)

Who would have thought that the second pair of martial stage would be Qing'er? Qing'er's curvy body and exquisite face caused all the male animals below the stage to howl.

”Qing'er... Qing'er... ”

”Sister Qing'er is becoming more and more beautiful!”

”That's right. If I can marry her in the future, I would be willing to live for at least ten years!”

A youth sighed and said.

”Tch, just you, forget it, Qing'er will take a fancy to you,” another youth on the side said.

”Hmph, then you mean that you can do it?”

”I am not qualified either. Don't you know that Luo Hua has always liked Qing'er?

Hearing the name Luo Hua, the young man was speechless. He knew his own limitations, for the past few years, Luo Hua had always been the number one person among his generation.

”Sister Qing'er, I will challenge you.” At this time, a youth who was carrying a Long Sword on his back walked up.

”Sister Qing'er, defeat him …”

”Defeat him... ”Defeat him!”

Many of the youths below who had a crush on Qing'er shouted out.

When Luo Tian heard it, he could not help but feel embarrassed.

Qing'er also smiled with the Long Sword in her hands. Her voice was as clear as the stream in the mountains, and her smile was as touching as a flower blooming in spring of March.

Luo Ming couldn't help but be a little infatuated with it.

”Please...

Qing'er said again.

”Ah …” ”Oh!”

Only then did Luo Tian come back to his senses.

”Sorry, I'm sorry …”

Luo Tian pulled out a three feet long Long Sword from his back and cupped his hands in a salute.

However, he ruthlessly thrust his sword towards Qing'er.

Qing'er smiled slightly and did not panic. She brandished his sword and quickly lashed out at Luo Tian's Long Sword, then swung his sword towards Luo Tian.

The sword technique was extremely light and agile, the way it danced gave people a sense of beauty, as though it was dancing. Luo Tian did not expect Qing'er's reaction to be so fast, although he was shocked, he did not panic, and dodged the attack.

Their sword techniques were both light and agile, and when their swords collided, it was like butterflies fluttering in the air, dazzling everyone who saw it.

”F * ck, these two people are probably the strongest among our generation with attainments in the Luoliang Sword Technique!”

”Yup, Luo Liang's sword style is weird, and Sister Qing'er's and Luo Tian's sword style is light and agile, the three of them have a higher understanding of sword style than us.”

”Hehe, I still hope that Sister Qing'er can win.”

”Tch, if you ask anyone here, nine out of ten people hope for Sister Qing'er to win.” The person beside her curled his lips and said.

”Look at my move, Whirlwind!”

Luo Tian's wrist continued to spin as his sword flew like a hurricane towards Qing'er.

Qing'er did not dodge. ”Falling Flower Nine Falling Flower, Falling Flower, Qianyu”

The sword was like a rainbow in the sky, the Long Sword danced with countless of afterimages of sword flowers in the air, making it difficult to differentiate the truth from falsehood, as it pierced straight towards Luo Tian's sword move.

Dang, dang, dang, dang! The crisp sound of a Sword Cry resounded through the air.

The two of them stood with their backs facing each other.

Luo Tian's chest suddenly overflowed with a bit of scarlet.

Luo Tian laughed bitterly as he felt the piercing pain coming from his chest.

”Hehe, Sister Qing'er, my sword technique is good, I lost!” Luo Tian cupped his hands and said.

”You've succeeded!”

Qing'er said with a faint smile, without the slightest bit of arrogance.