Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 168
Qingcheng is also a little strange, what kind of hatred does this person have with her.

"Leave my son, or your blood will splatter three feet!" The man in black said these words extremely coldly, with a gloomy look on his face.

Listening to his extremely arrogant and arrogant words, Qingcheng was really angry. She was always the only one who was arrogant. When will it be someone else's turn to teach her like this?
"Blood splattered three feet? It's up to you? I'm afraid it's a fairy tale? I was planning to leave your young master. Since you said so, I'm really going to rely on him." He was ten times more arrogant, and all the arrogance in his bones was aroused.

"If you don't want to give you a chance, don't blame me for doing it." Seeing that Qingcheng didn't back down at all, the man in black directly launched the move.

The long sword glowing with silver light pierced Qingcheng's heart with the power of breaking the wind, and the oppressive feeling brought along with the attack enveloped the area where Qingcheng was located.

Qingcheng didn't dare to neglect him from the very beginning of his move. This man is much stronger than the few waves of assassins she encountered.

Seeing the direction the sword tip was pointing at, Qingcheng used all her strength to move away in an instant, and the sword tip only pierced the afterimage left by the too fast movement.

If the first move failed, the man immediately switched to attack the second move.

Qingcheng could only keep dodging when the sword was about to stab her. She didn't try her best, and neither did the man.

How could Jun Qingli's person be so simple, but since he made a move on her, why should he be merciful, Qingcheng couldn't figure it out.

If you can't figure it out, then try it out.

Qingcheng stopped dodging, stood where she was, and watched the sword getting closer and closer to her, until she was only a few centimeters away from her heart, and Qingcheng didn't move at all.

The sword in the black-clothed man's hand didn't stop for a moment, and kept stabbing at the target.

Until the point of the sword touched the fabric of Qingcheng's chest, Qingcheng's expression did not show any panic, and remained indifferent.

It seemed that the point of the sword pierced not his own heart, but an insignificant thing.

The man in black looked at Shang Qingcheng's fearless eyes, and he forced himself to retract the sword move. His arms were numb from the force of the return. It would be very harmful to him to withdraw the move he had already sent out. , and fortunately he kept his hands, but his arms were numb and his chest was stuffy from the shock.

But then he wouldn't think that way anymore, because someone kicked his heart and fell directly from the roof to the ground.

The strength of that kick was merciless, he just felt that he was about to be kicked out and hurt internally.

Then there was a chill and pain on his neck again, he looked up, and the person on the roof had come down at some point, standing in front of him, and she was holding his sword in her hand, pointing at him carotid artery.

When he fell, she took the opportunity to grab his sword.

Obviously, the sharp blade had scratched his neck.

"You despicable and shameless villain, how dare you play dirty tricks!" The man couldn't help the depression in his heart, and he scolded Qingcheng.

He also understands now that he lost, and Qingcheng saw through his mercy from the very beginning, and also saw through that he would not really do anything to her, so he dared to bet his life, because she knew that there was only one outcome... , she wins!

"Damn tricks? Does it count? For me, as long as the result is the result, I don't care about the process." Qingcheng looked at the person lying on the ground with a smile.

(End of this chapter)