Crazy Girl: Genius Beast Tamer

Chapter 35
Han Qiuyue avoided Feng Qingluo's sharp gaze, she retorted in a low voice, "Why don't I dare, Feng Qingluo, do you think you can beat me!"

"How will you know if you don't try!" Feng Qingluo said coldly, then jumped up and landed firmly on the open space in the middle.

Feng Qingluo waved her hand violently, the emerald green aura surged and cut through the ground, and the three big characters "Feng Qingluo" cut through the ground gracefully.

"Han Qiuyue, don't you dare to say that you dare not do it?"

Han Qiuyue followed closely behind Feng Qingluo, a green sword was pulled out from her waist, rich spiritual energy overflowed along the sword body, she raised her hand and slashed the ground heavily, but made no further move .

The surrounding crowd was completely boiling, and people kept pouring in from outside, surrounding the entire courtyard.

Feng Qingluo stood with her hands behind her back, compared to Han Qiuyue's seductive and sexy.

At this moment, Feng Qingluo is like a bloodthirsty rose, her whole body exudes a cold breath, such a petite and slender figure, but people can't look away, it is so radiant!
A battle of life and death, one battle determines life and death!

"Feng Qingluo, you asked for this!"

Han Qiuyue suddenly swung her sword violently, and the sword in her hand was mixed with strong aura, and slashed towards Feng Qingluo.

The sharp sword light spread with the light green aura, and everywhere it went was a complete ruin.

"Oh my god, Miss Han is amazing! She really deserves to be a genius of the Han family!"

"It seems that Miss Feng is going to die here this time!"

"I don't think so. Miss Feng even dares to single out Xuansheng, let alone a mere low-rank Xuanling!"

Feng Qingluo's cold eyes were a little careless, and she didn't move at all, letting Han Qiuyue's sword energy attack her.

Seeing that Han Qiuyue's sword was about to hit Feng Qingluo's body, her petite figure suddenly flashed and disappeared from Han Qiuyue's eyes in an instant.

The sword energy in her hand could not be controlled, Han Qiuyue's figure had not yet stood still, Feng Qingluo's petite figure had already appeared in Han Qiuyue's hands, the pistol at her waist was pulled out, and she aimed at Han Qiuyue's figure and shot quickly.

"Not good!" Han Qiuyue turned around abruptly, and flung out the middle-grade spirit weapon in her hand, forming a transparent mask. The dark green aura around her suddenly swelled, which was clearly the strength of the top-grade Xuanling.

But I didn't want to hear a loud "bang--", the magic in the spell was amplified dozens of times, the water flow turned into a water column, and suddenly smashed through the protective cover of the middle-grade spiritual weapon.

Han Qiuyue's shoulder was splattered with blood, and her footsteps retreated hurriedly, and she managed to stand still, but her dantian was in piercing pain.

Feng Qingluo's petite figure spun around and landed firmly on the ground. She raised the gun with one hand and tied it around her waist. The flowing movements shocked the people around her instantly.

It's just such a dark thing that successfully broke all the middle-grade spirit weapons. What kind of thing is it?

Han Min was startled, and sat on the ground directly. He couldn't even believe that this thing came from his own hands.

Chubby gracefully danced his limbs, and shouted triumphantly, "Nonsense, who made this handsome master."

Han Qiuyue was limp on the ground, she raised her head in shock, and looked at Feng Qingluo, she actually lost, she lost without even making a single move.

Feng Qingluo's cold eyes swept over Han Qiuyue's body, and she stretched out her hand to gently wipe away the blood from the corner of her lips. She never expected that Han Qiuyue's spiritual weapon could bounce back a little magic under such a powerful attack.

"You lost." Feng Qingluo moved her thin lips and said coldly.

Her words didn't have any warmth, but Han Qiuyue was stunned. She looked up at Feng Qingluo, her heart was full of unwillingness.

"No, I didn't lose!"

Han Qiu swung the sword and cut through his palm, blood flowed in the sword, and the whole sword seemed to come alive in an instant, the sword frantically sucked Han Qiuyue's blood, and suddenly swelled.

(End of this chapter)