Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 820 Gu Xun'er vs. Hun Ruoruo

"Is the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor's Brush retreating?"

Seeing the dragon-patterned iron pen that seemed to submit as if it possessed a spirit, Gu Qingyang's original gloom instantly turned into an unbelievable excitement.

As the supreme symbol of bloodline power, the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor Brush is a clan-protecting treasure that only Saint-level experts are qualified to wield.

Without Saint-level strength, simply grasping the Dragon Pen would result in being devoured into a dried-up corpse by its terrifying draining power.
Of course, such a domineering consumption of battle qi naturally possesses terrifying power beyond imagination.

This power is what crowns the divine bloodline with a clan emblem!
"Our ancient clan has not produced a divine item for thousands of years, but now a freak has emerged who even the Seven-Colored Heavenly Emperor's Brush could not crown with the clan emblem. We are truly blessed."

The elder murmured.

Although the oppressive aura emanating from the other party caused him to break out in a cold sweat, his eyes were now filled with ecstatic joy.

A truly exceptional product acquired through natural means.

For the ancient clan, her existence was more than enough to make up for all the previous losses!
"Click, click!"

As the star chart shattered under the strain, Xun'er's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. The eight-colored clan emblems, combined with her sun-like eyes, bathed her entire delicate body in a dark golden glow.

"thump!"

Under the illumination of that dark golden light, even some members of the ancient clans with considerable strength could not withstand the pressure from the depths of their souls and knelt down in fervor before Xun'er.

"Eight-colored tribal patterns. Who would have thought that person would actually achieve their goal?"

In the distant sky, a faint sigh echoed, the voice aged and the tone complex. Unless one possessed extraordinary strength, it was as indistinct as a gentle breeze.

"Ok?"

Hun Miesheng glanced sideways, his blood-red eyes revealing a hint of disdain. "Playing tricks. These old fogies from the ancient clans are really getting more and more like living in a different world."

With his Soul Extinction cultivation level, he could easily sense that when he first appeared, there were more than five Saint-level experts who had their eyes on him.

The old man who spoke up at this moment was the most powerful aura he had sensed!
"Judging from what he said, it seems that someone had already come up with the idea of ​​creating acquired divine items a long time ago."

On the throne, Hun Ruoruo rested her chin on her hand with interest, and said with a half-smile.

Soul Extinction's heart skipped a beat: "Young Master, you mean..."

"It's nothing, just a guess."

Hun Ruoruo said meaningfully, "After all, when I was infiltrating the ancient clan, I did learn more or less about that former guild leader."

She stared at the golden-eyed girl who was casting a wary glance at her, her eyes slightly lowered, but a hint of coldness flashed deep in her pupils.

"She really is an incurable, stupid woman."

at the same time.

On the throne of the Xiao clan.

Xiao Yan, who was already somewhat restless, first glanced at Xun'er, who was full of fighting spirit, and then looked at Hun Ruoruo, who was equally interested. His expression turned somewhat horrified for the first time.

Back when Xun'er told him not to interfere, Xiao Yan had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he was too busy with other matters at the time to think about it in detail.

But judging from their current state, even if he were as dense as he is, he could no longer pretend nothing had happened.

These two girls look like they're about to fight!

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan felt extremely uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Yu, what's wrong with your young lady??"

In his memory, Hun Ruoruo had never been such an impulsive person, let alone revealing her trump card strength in front of so many people.

"Hehe, young master, there's no need to worry." Mo Yu's hands had been tucked into his sleeves at some point, and he looked unusually kind, like a benevolent old man: "You should know very well that on this Dou Qi Continent, everything people want can only be obtained through their own efforts."

"Fighting for wealth, seizing techniques, grabbing land... Heh heh, considering all this, kidnapping one's beloved Daoist partner seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do."

Mo Yu stroked his beard with a smile and clicked his tongue in admiration.

"What?!"

Xiao Yan was horrified, feeling as if his scalp was about to explode.

This young master of the Xiao clan, who was always either shocking others or on his way to shocking others, experienced the feeling of being shocked for the first time.

To abduct one's beloved Daoist partner?
Does that mean that the prize these two girls won in their fight is Xiao Yan himself?!

"In this kind of situation?"

Xiao Yan's lips twitched, and he chuckled sheepishly, still clinging to a sliver of hope, "Uncle Yu, you must be joking."

"Hehe, underestimating a woman's determination is the most careless thing to do. What's more, Miss and that ancient clan demoness are both the most noble women in the world today."

"Didn't Xun'er previously acknowledge my relationship with Ruoruo? Why is she doing this now?"

"You can even steal a Daoist partner."

"???"

To Xiao Yan's astonishment, Mo Yu chuckled and muttered, "As two of the most noble women, it's only natural that they want to conquer the most outstanding men."

Sure enough, just as Mo Yu finished speaking, Xun'er, who had been standing proudly in the center of the square, suddenly raised her arm, and a sharp spear wreathed in golden flames appeared in her palm.

"The battle at the ancient gathering was supposed to be a friendly spar, but in reality, I used all my trump cards and was utterly defeated."

Xun'er gazed at the blue-haired girl in the distance, as if nothing in the world could catch her eye, and only the girl in front of her remained.

"But now that I'm standing here, I have a reason to fight."

She knew that what she was doing was nothing more than a desperate act of resistance.

Even if Xiao Yan were to actually win, there would be no chance he would change his mind again. Even if the other party did change their mind, Xun'er would never throw herself into his arms again as she had back then.

She wasn't that cheap, nor was Xiao Yan's love.

Therefore, this battle was not about the outcome from the beginning, but about saying goodbye to one's past self.

After this battle, she became known as Gu Xun'er.

Not Xiao Xun'er.

Gu Xun'er raised her hand and clenched her fist, the spearhead pointing directly at the Soul Clan's throne. "Will you come down yourself, or should I ask you to come down?"

At this moment, all was silent, and all living beings bowed their heads. It seemed that all the sharpness of the entire ancient world had gathered on the girl, so sharp that no one dared to look directly at her.

"How do you want to fight?"

Hun Ruoruo's cool and indifferent voice rang out.

Beside him, Hun Miesheng and the others consciously made way for him, forming a wide avenue paved with evil energy.

One is saintly, the other evil; they are locked in a fierce confrontation!

Looking at the girl so close to her, Gu Xun'er took a deep breath and then said, word by word:
"One move decides the outcome!"

(End of this chapter)