Quick Transmigration: Even Extras Want to Be Leading Actresses

Chapter 121 A Martial Arts Transmigration Story (2)

Just as Lin Wei was about to make a move, he saw Feng Lin's sword blocked by two ribbons that flew from somewhere.

"Moon, I've been looking for you for so long, I never expected to find you here." The person who came was Han Qing.

He followed Feng Lin all the way here, never expecting that this kid would actually want to compete for the title of leader of the martial arts alliance.

There's no time like the present; since the righteous path is still in place, he might as well seize the opportunity to cause some trouble.

While you're at it, take that disobedient little thing back with you.

Han Qing originally planned to reappear after Feng Lin had exhausted his strength, but that kid actually provoked the Mad Blade Sect.

Han Qing had witnessed Gu Shijiu's strength firsthand and was worried that if Feng Lin died at Gu Shijiu's hands, he would have no chance to show his abilities.

That's when he immediately jumped out.

"He is Han Qing, the leader of the Demonic Cult!" Someone had already recognized him.

Jiang Xinyue hid behind Feng Lin: "I don't want to be with you."

Everyone glanced at Feng Lin, then at Han Qing, before returning their gaze to Jiang Xinyue, silently observing the scene unfold.

Upon seeing Han Qing, Feng Lin was instantly enraged: "You actually dared to chase me here! Today I will take your life to rid the martial world of this scourge!"

The two ignored Lin Wei and started fighting.

Gu Shijiu beckoned Lin Wei to go downstairs; she was waiting to see a group fight break out.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, only Feng Lin and Han Qing were fighting.

"Why aren't the others helping?" Gu Shijiu asked the coachman in a low voice.

“We’re all about honor and code of honor, how can we just rush in like that?” The driver said, his face full of disapproval.

Huh? Gu Shijiu was a little disappointed. She had been watching the one-on-one battle for several days, and it wasn't very interesting.

I need to have a chance to explain to these people the principle that at least two people are needed for the police to catch criminals.

The two fought fiercely, their weapons seemingly coming to life in their hands.

Especially Han Qing's ribbon, which seemed to be fluttering wildly in the wind, actually moved according to her will.

Even Newton would be turning in his grave if he saw this.

Jiang Xinyue watched Han Qing's graceful steps intently, and thought that if he weren't killing people everywhere, he wouldn't be bad as a boyfriend.

One of the disciples who was watching the commotion couldn't dodge in time and got caught in the two men's encirclement.

The ribbon grazed the disciple during the fight with the longsword, instantly slicing his waist in two.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xinyue let out a scream, and the pink bubble that had just risen vanished instantly.

Seeing Han Qing indiscriminately killing innocent people, Feng Lin's eyes widened in anger, and he quickened his attack, determined to make him pay the price.

With sword energy swirling around his longsword, Feng Lin began to gather power and prepare for a powerful attack.

Han Qing's expression was also very serious.

He was clearly more skilled than this greenhorn, but he seemed out of sorts today.

Several times he was about to succeed, but by some twist of fate, he failed to hit the target.

Composing himself, Han Qing retrieved the blood-stained ribbon and prepared himself.

Finally, Feng Lin made his move. He moved like lightning, rushing towards Han Qing, his long sword aimed straight at the opponent's vitals.

Han Qing remained calm and composed, gently waving the ribbon in her hand to deflect the longsword, which then coiled around Feng Lin like a nimble snake.

Feng Lin hurriedly swung his sword to defend, but the ribbon was soft and flexible, making it difficult for him to grasp.

The two of them went back and forth, fighting inextricably.

Feng Lin's swordsmanship is sharp and precise, with each move filled with immense power.

Han Qing's ribbons were varied, sometimes as soft as silk, sometimes as hard as iron.

As the battle progressed, both sides unleashed their ultimate moves.

Phoenix's sword strike was like a rainbow, its sword energy crisscrossing. Ultimately, it was either superior skill or good luck that allowed it to strike Han Qing's vitals.

Han Qing lost all her strength and fell to the ground, coincidentally bumping into the table in front of Gu Shijiu.

The bowls and plates on the table were smashed to pieces, and Gu Shijiu's temples began to throb again.

"Are you... looking for death?" Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at the two culprits.

Han Qing sensed something was wrong and tried to run away, but it was too late.

Gu Shijiu picked up Han Qingchao Fenglin and threw him over there.

Oh no! Shi Qi, who had been lying in ambush in the distance, tried to appear and stop her, but it was too late.

Han Qing flew out in a parabolic arc, landing squarely on Feng Lin.

Feng Lin instinctively drew his sword to block, stabbing Han Qing right through.

The scene became somewhat awkward, and no one could say for sure who had killed the demon.

However, the awkwardness only lasted for a short while, as everyone watched helplessly as a bolt of lightning struck Gu Shijiu on the head.

Thunderclouds churned in the sky, resembling a black volcano about to erupt.

Lightning flashed like silver snakes, flickering in and out of focus.

They sometimes branch out like tree branches, instantly illuminating the entire sky;

Sometimes it cleaves down like a sharp sword, as if to split the earth in two.

Each bolt of lightning was accompanied by a deafening roar before chasing after Gu Shijiu and striking him.

Seeing this, Shi Qi didn't bother to hide anymore, stretched out his arm, and silently chanted "Bow, come."

He then slowly drew back the bowstring, unleashing the third move of the "Laurel Archery Technique," "Full Draw," which condensed into a dazzling arrow of light on the bowstring and shot straight at the thundercloud.

The two energies collided, and the entire arena erupted with a deafening roar, riddled with holes by the aftershocks.

The Imperial Guard Commander behind him: What kind of power is this? Where did you pull the bow out from?

The thunderclouds were not dispersed; after a brief pause, they continued to strike Gu Shijiu.

Shi Qi was already unable to organize a second attack.

Fortunately, the thunderclouds soon dispersed, perhaps because Feng Lin was not dead and only struck a few times casually.

Gu Shijiu, with her face charred and burnt, stared blankly at Feng Lin.

So this must be the male lead.

Feng Lin suddenly realized something was wrong, so he abandoned Han Qing's body and tried to run away.

Gu Shijiu followed behind, carrying a spiked club.

Feng Lingang was badly injured; his internal organs were displaced, and he was vomiting blood as he ran.

Just as the thundercloud was about to take shape, Shi Qi arrived in time and stopped Gu Shijiu, whose face had turned black: "Don't do it, you'll be the one who suffers if you really kill him."

The energy level of this small world is higher than before, and the power of the thunderclouds is also greater. You might not be able to withstand it with your bare hands.

"I'm going to complain about this system when I get back," Gu Shijiu said angrily, her face stern.

“It’s definitely something we should complain about.” Shi Qi also felt it was very unreasonable. “Why can’t we lay hands on men and women?”

“Exactly.” Gu Shijiu received the new medicine that Shi Qi had brought her, and her mood improved somewhat. She sat down in the chair, still fuming.

The people present were so amazed they could hardly believe their eyes. What on earth was going on?

The perfectly good competition for the title of leader of the martial arts world was suddenly disrupted by the appearance of the leader of the Demonic Cult.

With the cult leader dead, the young talents were chased all over the place.

Those who chased him were severely struck by lightning, and then the imperial court arrived...

Jiang Xinyue looked at Feng Lin, who was running away with his head in his hands, and Han Qing, who was already a corpse, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Shi Qi, sitting in the first seat with a dignified air, looked even more imposing.

The arrow that was just shot was truly powerful and imposing.

Shi Qi smiled enigmatically, perfectly capturing the villainous aura: "Everyone, weren't we supposed to be choosing a martial arts alliance leader? Why aren't we continuing?"