I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

Jiang Ke'er turned around and saw a large ship breaking through the waves.

"..."

The sails were blown by the wind, puffing up the patterns on the banner and the two cat-ear flags on the top of the canvas.

From a distance, it looks like a big cat head with an annoying smile is floating towards the shore. Combined with the wooden cat paws on the bow, it looks like a giant lucky cat.

"Phew, luckily we made it in time," Li Shimin jumped off the bow of the boat, followed by hundreds of "people" whooshing down behind him.

Each of these people has animal ears and tails, or other alien features. In short, they are all monsters.

It was the first time that Jiang Ke'er saw so many monsters, and she was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"She is Jiang Ke'er?"

"Wow, this is so cute!"

"He looks so cute and handsome holding a sword!"

They had smiles on their faces and came towards Jiang Ke'er in a familiar manner. Running in the front were a few older sisters from the demon clan.

"Wow, the hair quality is great, what brand of shampoo do you use?"

"S~ha~S~ha~It smells so good. I really want to take it home and use it as a pillow!"

"Xiao Ke'er, please give me an autograph! We all admire you so much!"

what?

Jiang Ke'er was a little flustered. She shrank her head and her body tensed.

"Look, look! It's so mad! Awsl!"

"Ow~~~"

Wolf howls rose and fell from the crowd. They were real wolf howls.

"Go away, go away. You guys are too enthusiastic. Don't scare people." Li Shimin pushed through the crowd and squeezed in, smiling apologetically at Jiang Ke'er. "These are fellow demons who said they wanted to come and cheer for you after seeing the news... There are also some of my journalist friends, and some brothers and sisters in the Renaissance Society... I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

"Apologise for what."

Jiang Ke'er felt warm in her heart, and the feeling of loss she had just felt when she arrived at Hanye Island was swept away.

She no longer envies the human race. What is there to envy... She also has her own organization!

Rather than yearning for those humans who "hate themselves unconditionally no matter what they do", we should obviously cherish the little monsters around us who "will not hate themselves even if they do nothing"!

It's a bit of a mouthful to say, but...

I felt their encouraging yet concerned gazes, their admiration and concern amidst the cheerful atmosphere.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the path she had chosen was right and everything she had experienced was worth it.

The fighting spirit was instantly filled, and when Jiang Keer looked at the Hundred Levels Road again, there was no hesitation in her heart, and she only wanted to chop it to pieces in one breath!

"We will be special reporters for this match, broadcasting the entire match live from multiple angles to the outside world," Li Shimin took out a large, long, cylindrical crystal device and pointed it at Jiang Ke'er, "to prevent these sword cultivators from cheating and using despicable means to deal with you."

"Thanks."

"We are all little monsters, so we should help where we can. Don't thank me so much," Li Shimin smiled. "We will wait for you to return triumphantly and have a big meal together!"

"No need to go to a restaurant," Jiang Ke'er also chuckled, "When the time comes, I'll let you taste my cooking skills."

"You can cook too?" Li Shimin was surprised.

"It's awesome!"

"Okay, then we'll wait!" Li Shimin showed an expectant expression. Of course, he didn't take Jiang Ke'er's words to heart.

Jiang Ke'er also knew this, but didn't care. She turned around and walked towards the entrance of Baiguan Tianlu.

Jiang Ke'er didn't see that when she turned around, the smiles on Li Shimin and the other monsters' faces could no longer be maintained. They sighed quietly and could no longer bear to watch.

They bowed to Jiang Keer silently.

They didn't want Jiang Ke'er to die with stress and depression, so they tried their best to force a smile in front of Jiang Ke'er, acting relaxed and expectant.

But they all knew that Jiang Keer's life would come to an end here. Perhaps it was grand enough, respectable enough, but death is death.

They will feel sad and their hearts will hurt as if they were being cut by a knife.

This farewell is probably forever.

Jiang Keer, we will never let your sacrifice go to waste.

Demon clan, it’s time to wake up.

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40. Farewell

Jiang Ke'er was wearing a white robe, with her soft white hair draped straight over her shoulders, and her bare hands lightly pressed the hilt of the sword.

This was the image of the sword fairy she had always dreamed of, with clothes whiter than snow, and a hint of pride in his coldness. When the sword danced, he looked agile and elegant.

Today she is the decent Jiang Keer.

To be decent, one must behave decently.

Let all those sanctimonious and self-righteous sneaky people feel ashamed in front of her glory.

She stood at the entrance of the Hundred Gates and heard the monks around her swallowing their saliva constantly. Although they tried hard not to look rude, they still looked ugly.

Jiang Ke'er smiled brightly, without further ado, and her opening remarks were still concise and to the point: "Demon Clan, Jiang Ke'er, begs for defeat."

"please!"

The swordsman guarding the first pass was also wearing white clothes, perhaps because he believed that the righteous color white could subdue demons like Jiang Ke'er.

Wearing the same clothes is undoubtedly a tragedy, but that only happens when the appearance and temperament are not too different. If the difference is too big, only one of them will suffer the tragedy.

In comparison between the two, whether in temperament or demeanor, this fairly handsome human swordsman was beaten by Jiang Ke'er by hundreds of streets, and even the attribute of "handsomeness" that men are naturally endowed with was also left far behind...

The two people stood together, wearing clothes of the same color that looked like couple outfits, but there was no sense of misunderstanding. With just one glance, one could feel the huge difference in their temperaments... as if one was a real immortal and the other was a street beggar wearing rags.

Suddenly, the people around even felt that... Jiang Ke'er, this monster, was worthy of the title of "Sword Fairy". This was what a Sword Fairy was supposed to look like. Others were not worthy of wearing white clothes, nor were they worthy of using a sword in front of her!

This is really ridiculous.

She is obviously the monster!

In anger, the swordsman on the opposite side drew his sword and attacked: "Remember, the one who will kill you is called Qingsong!"

Qingsong attacked with all his strength, and his momentum increased dozens of times in an instant!

It turned out that he had been hiding his strength and not using his full strength, just to give Jiang Ke'er this sudden and fatal blow!

With his strength, he shouldn't be guarding the weakest first level, and he should be more than capable of guarding levels 60 and above. However, the higher-ups deliberately arranged for him to take the lead... because the sword cultivators of Wanrenzhou didn't want Jiang Ke'er to pass the first level at all!

That's right, as long as Jiang Ke'er is killed on the spot in the first level, the storm caused by Jiang Ke'er will be calmed down immediately! The momentum and self-confidence of the demon race will be brought back to the bottom in an instant... and the human race can successfully prove to the world that swordsmanship is a noble fighting skill that only humans can learn!

Jiang Keer's reputation will also become extremely bad. After all, she couldn't even pass the first level, but she still made a fuss all over the world... This is simply a disgrace to the demon clan, and it will make the demon clan even more embarrassed than before!

The cold light arrived in an instant. Qingsong's swordsmanship was famous for its speed, which depended on overwhelming the enemy. As long as the speed was fast enough, the enemy would not have time to resist and would die instantly.

He slashed at Jiang Ke'er's neck with a sword, grinning as he waited for the moment when Jiang Ke'er's head would fly into the sky.

Jiang Ke'er seemed to have not realized what was happening until this moment, and her body had just begun to react.

late!

……

???

Oh, that’s not right. Where is she?

Why did it suddenly disappear?

No, she was too fast... How could she be so fast?!

What are you doing...

Heads flew into the sky and blood spurted into the air like fountains.

Jiang Ke'er didn't even turn her head, but just said softly: "Thank you for your advice, I'll take my leave."

She didn't stop at all and headed straight for the second level!

The sword cultivator at the second level didn't even have time to react before Jiang Ke'er stabbed him in the chest with a sword and then kicked him to the side of the road.

Because he didn't have the chance to show his murderous intention towards Jiang Ke'er, Jiang Ke'er didn't kill him.

"Thank you...bye."

Jiang Ke'er said the same words again without stopping, and rushed towards the third level like a gust of wind.

The sword cultivator at the third level did have time to react, controlled his sword, and launched a killing move... but he only ended up with his head flying into the air, and he was unable to even slow down Jiang Ke'er's steps.

"Thank you...bye."

Jiang Ke'er's speed did not slow down, it was even getting faster!

All the sword cultivators present swore that they had never seen such a fast breakthrough in this life, or even in the previous life!

She has won victory after victory, and so far, no one who has guarded the hundred levels of the sword fight can match her!

I couldn't even get her to stop and make a second move!

Most people haven't even figured out the situation yet, they just hear "Thank you for your advice, I'm sorry, bye." And then just as this sentence fades away, there's another annoying "Thank you...bye."

Too arrogant, too much!

Beat her! You are the best swordsmen in Wanrenzhou. What happened today? Have you all been bewitched and lost your soul?

The sword cultivators who were watching were extremely frustrated and filled with resentment. They wanted to go up and fight, but they knew their own weight, and if they went up, they would only end up with heads flying into the sky... What made them even more furious was that even if they ran as fast as they could, they could only barely keep up with Jiang Ke'er's speed!

This script is wrong!!!

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41. Pei Min

The sword practitioners who were watching suddenly felt that Jiang Ke'er didn't seem to be participating in any sword-fighting conference.

It's a fruit cutting competition.

As a player, Jiang Keer can cut off other people's heads as easily as cutting fruits. With just a light stroke, it seems that there is no technical skill required at all.

But those who were cut apart were all ambitious and famous sword-cultivating geniuses, the future pillars that the major sects had high hopes for. Not only did they consume a huge amount of resources to cultivate... they were also the hope for the rise of the entire sect!

That's it.

In just a few breaths, Jiang Ke'er had already soared to the 20th floor. In these 20 floors, no so-called genius could stop her, not even slow her down.

Only the three surviving sword masters knew how dangerous the confrontation was at that moment, and how many changes and helplessness there were.

"My swordsmanship is mainly based on skills, focusing on the control and agility of strength. The sword moves are treacherous and tricky, with countless changes... But her sword, although seemingly simple, hides millions of counterattacks! I was completely defeated in the field I am best at!" A surviving sword cultivator laughed bitterly, "If my sword moves were not gentle and without murderous intent, I am afraid that I would have rolled down the stairs like the other fellows."

"It's so scary! I've seen her fight before. At that time, she was just a beginner with stiff moves. But now, whether it's strength, speed, the mobilization of true energy, or the control and prediction of the enemy's moves... she has reached perfection, like a master!" said another survivor with a look of horror.

"What's even more terrifying is that she can tell whether I have murderous intentions by my sword moves, which means that she has figured out all my subsequent sword moves! It can be seen that in terms of sword-wielding skills, the gap between us is even greater than the difference between immortals and mortals!"

and so……

Are the demon race really so stubborn and unsuitable for sword training?

Long-standing, deeply rooted ideas have been completely shaken.

It was as if some eternal barrier had been torn apart, and the distinction between humans and demons was no longer so clear.

This frightened them and made them dare not think about it too much.

At this moment, not only they were thinking about this problem, but the monsters who were watching the battle behind the crystal were also thinking about this problem.

"Mom! Look! Jiang Keer won!" The demon boy wearing coarse clothes held a small wooden sword in his arms and pointed at the picture projected by the crystal and shouted.

"It doesn't matter if we beat one or two losers. We will die in the end. Swordsmanship is not something we demons can learn." The woman sighed and set the table. "Pei Min, come and eat. Stop watching."

"No, Mom, look! She won again! Maybe the demon race can really learn swordsmanship. If you don't believe me, look at Jiang Ke'er! I want to take her as my master!" The little boy's eyes were full of stars, and he stared at the broadcast screen nervously, "She won again and again! Really, Mom, come and see!"

The woman had no choice but to walk to the projection of the broadcasting crystal, picked up the little boy, and inadvertently glanced at the screen out of the corner of her eye.

She was stunned to see the demon woman in snow-white clothes, holding a long sword, rushing to the top of the mountain with a proud attitude she had never seen before, chopping off the heads of human sword cultivators one after another, without stopping for a moment. She could not help but stare in amazement.