Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty Chapter 395: Blackened Junior Sister (100)

Only people who possess the wind elent spiritual power like him can barely keep up with his movents.

"Do you think that you are the best?" Yue Ran asked.

Even if the young woman is engaged in combat, one can still see a steady and unruffled calmness on her face. As her opponent, seeing her like this is undoubtedly a blow to his confidence.

"Cheng Mo does not dare," Cheng Mo said.

The fire elent spiritual power belonging to Yue Ran swept towards him along with the wind. The stronger the wind, the stronger the fire. With a monstrous montum, Cheng Mo held his breath again and disappeared from their sight in an instant.

"He is so annoying," Shu Ye grumbled. "We should—"

Before Shu Ye could finish his words, Yue Ran yelled, "Behind you!"

Shu Ye tried to dodge but was still stabbed in the left side of his waist and abdon. Blood spurted out, and Shu Ye hurriedly leaped to the front to minimize the blow he took.

Yue Ran used the skills of the Exalted Sea Sect to heal Shu Ye. Although she could keep up with the speed of Cheng Mo, it would take ti to heal Shu Ye. In this kind of battle, losing focus for a few tenths of a second could very easily affect the outco of who would win and lose.

Yue Ran frowned and said, "Can you deal with Qiao Jie by yourself?"

Shu Ye took a deep breath and answered with a gasp, "It is a little hard."

However, it is not impossible.

"Well, then, grasp the timing," Yue Ran stated.

With the right timing, anything is possible.

Yue Ran said sothing to Shu Ye that sounded a little ambiguous, but Shu Ye understood what she ant. In an instant, the two took on a posture to defend against the enemy.

The mont the wind stopped, which was the mont when Cheng Mo was about to make his move, Yue Ran closely locked onto his movents. The second before he was about to strike, she stepped forward with the sword in one hand and pierced it at Cheng Mo with great ferocity!

At that exact juncture, two fine blood streaks appeared on the battlefield. One appeared on Qiao Jie’s cheek, which was scratched by Shu Ye’s poison dart, and the other was on Cheng Mo’s back, where Yue Ran had stabbed her demonic sword. This was only made possible because Cheng Mo reacted quickly enough that he was able to avoid a fatal attack. If the wound was a few more inches deeper, it might have pierced into his bones and organs.

Yue Ran was dressed in red, standing between heaven and earth, like a rose in blossom in the white snow, cold and incomparable. She was not normal, bordering on the extre, and one could tell at a glance that she was a demonic person.

The sword in her hand had a white blade that was inlaid with intricate black marks. The red color winding around the sword that created beautiful markings on it was blood— the blood of Yue Ran that once flowed in her body.

A sword, rather than fighting on its own, is more suitable to be used as a weapon for its master to kill the enemy!

And Long Yuan is her, Yue Ran’s, sword. He is now in her hand. Literally.

At this mont, Long Yuan and Yue Ran were truly in tune with one another. As soon as her thoughts shifted, Long Yuan instantly understood where she was going to slash and pierce. Therefore, he, Long Yuan, as the Sword of the Demon, would eliminate all her opponents for her with the courage to transcend death.

Long Yuan longed to be held in Yue Ran’s hand and longed to fight for her. This was his life mission and his ultimate appeal.

"Lord Cheng, you should know when to give up," Yue Ran stated in a plain tone.

The young woman’s eyes were filled with a serene confidence, a calmness that radiated strength and superiority; it was a look that commanded respect— a look that suggested that she was both at ease with herself and aware of her formidable abilities. Her eyes held a depth that spoke of experience and an unwavering resolve.

Cheng Mo had not encountered eyes like these for a long ti since he beca the alliance leader of the martial arts and immortal cultivation world.

Yue Ran did not bother to be polite with Cheng Mo and raised her blade. Her gesture seed casual, yet there was an undercurrent of lethal intent. Obviously, in the eyes of an experienced swordsman, soone who was truly accustod to wielding a sword, it was a very sloppy, unrefined, and disorganized stance, similar to a child brandishing a sword to fight for the first ti ever in their life. But, in Yue Ran’s skilled hands, every move was deadly!

Cheng Mo’s breathing beca more and more rapid. Yue Ran’s movents were faster than his. Now that Yue Ran did not have to focus any more attention on Long Yuan, she seed to be able to see through his movents even better than before! She was just like a monster!

The sword, in Yue Ran’s skilled hands, was lethal. Every movent she made was infused with a deadly grace. Each swing of her blade was precise, executed with a fluidity that belied her seemingly disorganized posture. It was a dance of death, one that indicated she was far from a novice despite the misleading appearance of her stance. The weight of her presence was stronger than ever.

The wounds on his body were increasing one by one, and the fear of dying was gradually approaching him. The claws of death were moving closer and closer to him. The situation was obviously not like this the last ti "they" fought. Did Yue Ran deliberately disguise her strength before?!

Cheng Mo did not dare to ponder too...