Chu Qianqian's mind suddenly went blank, as if time had frozen at this moment. She had never expected that another Fu Ling'er would appear behind her. Who was the one before?

However, the cruel reality did not allow her to hesitate or think. At the moment she was shocked, the God-killing Sword rushed over like lightning and stabbed straight at her face.

Chu Qianqian's eyes widened, her face full of fear. She had no time to react, and she didn't even have time to think of dodging. Seeing the God-killing Sword getting closer and closer to her, her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

At this critical moment, Chu Qianqian suddenly reached out and grabbed the man in black who was protecting her, and used his body to block the fatal sword.

"Pfft,"

The white knife went in, the red knife came out, and the sword of the dead god pierced the man through. Chu Qianqian had recovered from her shock, and threw the man in black away in a rage. At the same time, the white silk in her hand attacked Fu Ling'er like a swimming dragon.

"Bitch, you are playing tricks on me. I will tear off your mask right now and see who you really are." Chu Qianqian roared in anger, her voice echoing in the air with endless resentment and contempt.

Fu Ling'er sneered when she heard this. She didn't take Chu Qianqian's threat seriously at all. Instead, she responded provocatively,

"Hmph, old bitch, if you have the guts, come and tear it apart? You are so arrogant, aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away? You are a despicable and shameless old bitch, you broke up the good marriage between my master and Yuexi.

You are just a shameless green tea, a dead white lotus, and a shameless two-faced person. Do you think that if you kill Yuexi, the master will look down on you? You old bitch, you don’t have a mirror, but you always have urine!

Today, I will avenge Yuexi and Master and send you, an old bitch, to the eighteenth level of hell, where you will never be able to be reborn."

Fu Ling'er spoke viciously and her eyes became colder. She stared at Chu Qianqian, as if she wanted to see through her skin to see the ugliness in her heart. It was this woman with a heart as vicious as a scorpion that caused the master and Yuexi to separate.

Chu Qianqian was so angry at Fu Ling'er's words that her face turned blue and purple, and then blue again.

She stared at Fu Ling'er fiercely with her eyes wide open, and roared in her heart, "Bitch, how dare you humiliate me like this?" The next moment, a deafening scream rang out.

"Ah! Bitch, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..." Chu Qianqian was furious. Her scream was like a night owl, piercing the silence of the night sky. Her body was as fast as lightning, and she suddenly attacked with her famous skill - the White Silk Dance.

The originally soft white silk, under the urging of Chu Qianqian's magical power, seemed to be given life, and instantly transformed into millions of white silks that danced violently.

They danced rapidly in the air, like millions of silver snakes circling in the air, and pounced towards Fu Ling'er with their fangs and claws.

Wherever the silver snake passed, it brought up gusts of fierce wind. This strong wind was like a violent storm, blowing Fu Ling'er's clothes and hair into a flutter.

However, facing such a terrifying attack, Fu Ling'er showed no fear. She stood still like a mountain, with her feet firmly rooted to the ground. She held the God-killing Sword tightly in both hands, and her wrists moved rapidly at an astonishing speed.

As the God-killing Sword spun rapidly, a powerful airflow quickly gathered in front of Fu Ling'er. This airflow was like a huge vortex, spinning rapidly and forming a solid cyclone shield.

Just at this moment, millions of silver snakes opened their bloody mouths and pounced towards them, slamming into the cyclone shield. The rapidly rotating cyclones were like sharp flying knives, and the white silk was instantly cut into thousands of pieces.

The magic weapon was damaged, and Chu Qianqian quickly lost half of the white silk. With a turn of her wrist, another piece of white silk appeared in front of her.

Fu Ling'er quickly approached Chu Qianqian, but Chu Qianqian knew that her white silk was only suitable for long-range combat, not for close-range attacks. So, she noticed Fu Ling'er's intention and quickly dodged and retreated.

Fu Ling'er showed a scornful smile. Long-range attack?

Humph! She can do it too.

There was a flash of white light in her hand, and the God-killing Sword retracted into space, replaced by the Frost Moon Divine Whip that appeared in her palm.

Fu Ling'er swung her arm violently, and the whip flew out like lightning, making a loud "snap" sound in the air, as if the entire space was torn apart by this whip.

The sound was deafening, and people couldn't help but look sideways. At this moment, Chu Qianqian didn't even have time to react before she was enveloped by this sudden attack.

However, Fu Ling'er didn't give Chu Qianqian any time to think. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water. After the loud noise, she launched a lightning-fast attack.

Once Fu Ling'er attacked, it was like a violent storm, leaving no one with any chance to fight back. Under her fierce attack, Chu Qianqian could only retreat step by step, without any chance to fight back.

I saw the Hanyue Divine Whip flying in the air. Every time it whipped, there was a sharp sound of wind. It was like a ferocious beast, whipping Chu Qianqian's white silk into countless pieces, forcing her to retreat step by step.

In the blink of an eye, the flying white silk fell weakly to the ground like fallen leaves in the wind.

"Ah..." Chu Qianqian retreated in embarrassment.

At this time, Fu Ling'er also used the Snake Dance. Countless Frost Moon Silver Snakes pounced on Chu Qianqian with their fangs and claws bared.

The barbs on the tail of the whip flashed with cold light, like the sharp teeth of a silver snake, and bit off a piece of flesh from Chu Qianqian's arm with lightning speed.

"Ah!" Chu Qianqian let out a horrific scream that resounded through the sky. She stared at her injured arm in disbelief, with blood gushing out like a fountain, with her eyes wide open and her face filled with horror.

"You damn bitch! You deserve to die! I'm going to peel off your skin, draw your blood, chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" Chu Qianqian was furious. Her voice became distorted with anger, and the anger in her eyes seemed to be bursting out. She covered the wound tightly with her other hand to try to stop the bleeding, while cursing Fu Ling'er viciously.

However, Chu Qianqian's curse did not make Fu Ling'er retreat in the slightest. On the contrary, she whipped faster and harder, and every swing of the whip seemed to carry endless hatred, leaving afterimages in the air.

The whip fell on Chu Qianqian as densely as raindrops. Her clothes were torn to shreds, and her body was covered with more and more scars. Blood kept oozing out, and soon she was turned into a bloody person.

Chu Qianqian's breathing became more and more rapid, and her steps became more and more unsteady. She felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker, as if she might collapse at any time. But she relied on her strong willpower to hold on and not let herself collapse.