Looking down from the cliff, the clouds and mist are billowing, and I can't see where I am.
A strong wind blew up, and the people hanging on the cliff were swaying like catkins, and the wind made their clothes rustle.
As Liu Ru fell, her eyes turned gray.
She stretched out her hand, trying to grab something, and a bulge appeared in front of her, within reach.
It's a... hilt.
Like a burning candle, lighting up the direction in the darkness.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the force of the fall dislocated her arm.
But she held it!
With a groan, Liu Ru looked to her side, and it was Lu Yun.
"Sister Lu, thank you."
Cold sweat rolled down her face, Liu Ru smiled reluctantly, and Lu Yun felt inexplicable.
The other party seems to have understood something wrong.
She wasn't trying to save anyone. Now there wasn't much spiritual power left in her body, and it was no longer possible to support her climb with her hands alone.
So she took out Han Jiangxue.
The black rock is as hard as iron, making it difficult for ordinary weapons to leave traces.
Han Jiangxue was sharp enough, so she pierced the sword into the cliff and fixed it to create a support point for herself.
As soon as she finished it, Liu Ru fell down and grabbed the hilt of her sword.
Facing Liu Ru's grateful look, Lu Yun spoke kindly.
"It's time for you to let go."
There is still some sympathy in these words.
ah?
Liu Ru, who had just escaped from death, looked at Lu Yun inexplicably.
Why let go?
In confusion, a cool air appeared from the hilt of the sword, and quickly turned into a cold air.
Zhila, zhila...
This is the sound of ice freezing.
The cold air on the sword was wild, freezing Liu Ru's right hand into ice.
The blood in the damaged part of the palm turned into solid ice, and the bright red color was really dazzling.
And the ice is still spreading.
Little by little, from the palms to the arms, the invasion continued.
Under this sudden scene, Liu Ru understood what Lu Yun meant.
Gritting her teeth, she took out her sword, nailed it to the cliff with difficulty, and held it in her left hand.
At this moment, the ice had reached her shoulders, and her head was about to turn into an ice sculpture. A bent hand came to her.
With a tap of her fingers, the ice shattered, and the sleeve on Liu Ru's right arm turned into ice crystals and disappeared.
Her arms were bloodless after being frozen. Liu Ru used her spiritual power to dispel the chill that froze her soul.
In front of Liu Ru, Lu Yun grabbed the hilt of the sword and nothing happened.
Han Jiangxue is one of the ten famous swords of the Hidden Sword Sect. It is also a sword with an arrogant personality and likes to make ice sculptures.
It was born in an extremely cold place, and the cold air contained in it would make ordinary monks unlucky even if they touch it.
Because of the existence of the fragments, Han Jiangxue recognized her as the master.
She still remembered that when she brought Han Jiangxue out, senior brother Ji Hongxi was so naughty that she took Han Jiangxue away and wanted to dance.
As a result, the cold air inside the sword taught Ji Hongxi an unforgettable lesson.
Han Jiangxue, who was well-behaved in Lu Yun's hands, was actually a temperamental master with full of bad taste.
With the help of Han Jiangxue's presence, Lu Yun's upward speed accelerated a bit. In just a moment, she distanced herself from Liu Ru and pressed on top of Feng Hao's head.
Like cutting tofu, the sword sank into the rock easily, and the wind became more violent.
Feng Hao's body was swaying, and it became difficult to continue going up.
He looked up and saw Lu Yun smiling at him.
A clear smile bloomed on this cliff, and Feng Hao felt the breath of death.
Lu Yun kicked off the rock and climbed up a little further.
The fulcrum under his feet shattered due to the surge of spiritual power, and the falling gravel hit Feng Hao head and face.
The distance was too close and I couldn't dodge. Even if I closed my eyes, some gravel would fall into my eyes, causing pain.
Feng Hao cursed in his heart, and with his right hand free, he wanted to perform a Cleansing Technique to wash his eyes.
The strong wind was strong at this moment, slamming his body against the rock. His waist was damaged and his arms became weak.
Like a cycle of cause and effect, the rock used to fix Feng Hao's body was loosened by the impact.
Crash!
The stone shattered, my fingers were helpless, and my body fell like this.
Feng Hao, who had no time to react, opened his eyes wide, not believing that he would end up in such a dramatic ending.
Severe pain in the eardrum caused by the wind.
There was a hand that pulled him back from the fear of falling into the abyss.
It’s Liu Ru.
Liu Ru caught Feng Hao who fell off the cliff.
"Junior Sister Liu, thank you, thank you very much."
The frightened Feng Hao put on a stiff smile, and guilt appeared on his face.
"Junior sister Liu, it was my fault before. Thank you for helping me regardless of past grudges. I promise you, I will definitely repay you."
"Really, trust me again!"
Facing Liu Ru's rescue, Feng Hao said words of gratitude, his face full of sincerity and urgency.
"Actually, I helped you because I wanted to say something to you."
Looking at the excited Feng Hao, Liu Ru's eyes held a sense of revenge.
She smiled evilly, and the words that came out of her lips made Feng Hao tremble, and fear instantly took over his mind.
"Feng Hao, have a good trip!"
After he finished speaking, his palms relaxed.
Feng Hao, who wanted to catch Liu Ru in panic, could only watch as his fingers grazed the other party's sleeve.
"No!"
The screams echoed, deafening.
Watching the clouds and mist below engulf Feng Hao coldly, Liu Ru felt uneasy in her heart.
People like Feng Hao deserve to die.
She no longer looked back, and what she saw when she looked up was that Lu Yun had broken into the top ten at some point.
As long as he surpasses two more people, Lu Yun can get the quota this time.
But what Lu Yun wants is eighth place?
No!
She wants to be number one.
At the top, Feng Yuyao was first, and Song Xiao was second. There was a lot of distance between these two people and the people behind them.
In the last section of the road, the cliff is smooth and almost 90 degrees, without any convex points.
The disciples were all like Lu Yun, who found sharp weapons and stabbed them into the cliff to hang themselves.
The entire body is given over to the sword in their hands. This is their way of survival.
The cold wind cut into pieces like a knife, and blood rolled down on the skin. Lu Yun smelled the smell of blood.
Her breathing was slightly rapid, but her face remained calm.
The spiritual network used to trap toxins in her dantian was crumbling, and she was running out of time.
"Senior Sister Lu, you are indeed different from the rumors."
A clear voice came from Lu Yun's left side. It was a cute-looking man.
He has round eyes and a dimple on the left side of his cheek when he smiles, which is very pleasing.
When Lu Yun saw the other party, her eyes flickered a little.
She knew this man.
Tang Yanming is now just an ordinary registered disciple in the inner sect.
It won't take long for the other party to get a chance encounter, and his cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds. He will even be favored by the second elder Duan Lang and become his disciple.
In the sect, this is also a legendary disciple.
Lu Yun had a good impression of Duan Lang. Seeing Duan Lang's future disciple, Lu Yun had a faint smile on her face.
"you flatter me."
This is Lu Yun's rare gentle attitude.
Tang Yanming felt it, and the smile on his baby face became deeper.
He pinched a magic spell with his fingers, and the spiritual power formed a cover, covering the two of them, blocking out the wind on the cliff that wanted to pull them down.
The wind cannot break through the cover, and similarly, others cannot hear the conversation between the two people inside the cover.
The pressure was relieved. Lu Yun's eyes darkened at this kind act, and she said: "Thank you very much."
