The most beautiful woman in the Qing-Yun realm

Ling Chuxi's heart sank. The other party had blocked their joint attack with just a pair of palms and had even forced the two of them to retreat. There was no need to talk about Huangfu qingjue's longsword. Her Luo Chen sword was indeed a little ugly, but after being refined several times, its quality was not something that ordinary so-called divine weapons could compare to. This woman was indeed a heretic practitioner, but this was a little too evil.

Ling Chuxi focused her gaze and looked at the woman's hands. With one look, her expression changed greatly and she felt a little uncomfortable and disgusted.

Those weren't hands, but a pair of beast claws. They were black and thin, and the fingertips flashed with a steel-like blue light, as sharp as knives. Such a peerless beauty with such a perfect figure, face, and voice, but with such a pair of beast claws, anyone who saw her would feel disgusted and sad.