Xiefeng against the sky: rebirth of the queen who controls the demon

"Master Tianshi, do you have another unwelcome request for Lianyi before the competition?" Mo Lianyi tried her best to make the situation develop in her favor.

"Say." A concise and concise word, but it conveys infinite majesty.

"Cousin Qianxun has weapons, but Lianyi doesn't have any. I'm afraid this is inappropriate, right?"

Mo Lianyi knows that every martial arts practitioner, the more advanced and powerful they are, the more they pay attention to the use of weapons.

It will even reach the highest level where people and weapons become one. If Lan Qianxun can be made to give up using weapons, wouldn't it be twice the result with half the effort.

It's a pity that before the wishful thinking started, I heard Lord Tianshi say coldly.

"This Heavenly Master has said that the weak are not qualified to demand fairness, but the strong don't care about fairness at all. If they want weapons, they can find their own way."

Mo Lianyi was so angry that he gritted his silver teeth, and he immediately expressed condolences to the eighteenth generation of this bullshit Heavenly Master's ancestors.

But she still didn't forget to look around to see what could be used as a weapon.

There was empty sand all around, and there was really nothing to use. I was annoyed when I lowered my head and caught a glimpse of the belt around my waist. Come on, let’s just leave it!

Pulling off the belt, the loose chambermaid immediately turned into a large robe, loosely covering her slender body, making her look even more graceful and elegant.

"Cousin Qianxun, I accept." Before he finished speaking, the belt in his hand suddenly stood upright, like a sharp sword hitting Lan Qianxun's face.

He originally snickered at Mo Lianyi for using a belt as a weapon, but the sharp cold wind blowing against his face prevented him from thinking too much.

His head quickly turned to one side, the sharp sword at his waist was unsheathed, and he waved his sword with a wave of his hand, trying to cut off the belt in Mo Lianyi's hand.

Unexpectedly, Mo Lianyi could make the belt shrink freely in her hand. When she returned her hand, the belt curled up and quickly returned to Mo Lianyi's hand.

From a martial arts perspective, it is impossible for Mo Lianyi to make this soft belt change like this.

But with the belief that she would fight to the death, all the imagination in her mind was concentrated in one place. She used her imagination to direct the belt to straighten or bend, to attack forward, or to retreat to defend.

Coupled with this strong physique that has been forged and tempered by the fire of hell, she has nimble steps. Although she has no tricks, she can dodge Lan Qianxun's ordinary attacks with ease.

Lan Qianxun really didn't expect that this woman could have such skills. Ever since he was kicked by her in her dormitory that day, he felt that Mo Lianyi was no longer the powerless Mo Lian he used to be.

Clothes.

Mo Lianyi's thoughts were temporarily separated, so he seized the opportunity and reached behind Lan Qianxun in a few seconds.

With lightning speed, he tightened his belt with both hands and tightly wrapped around Lan Qianxun's neck.

With a strong exertion, Lan Qianxun felt the powerful internal energy burst out from the petite group behind her, "How is it possible? Her skills are nothing like martial arts, but she has such powerful internal energy. It's really strange."

Mo Lianyi's lavender eyes gradually filled with blood, and a murderous intent arose spontaneously.

She completely forgot that the person opposite him was the top martial arts expert on the Huayamei Continent. She only had one thought, and that was to defeat him and kill him.

Lan Qianxun felt the huge internal force coming from behind, and he was actually restrained and unable to move.

At the same time, Mo Lianyi's men were merciless, concentrating all their strength, raising their legs and hitting the weakest part of Lan Qianxun's back with his knees.