"What are you looking at?"
Seeing Lu Yun's eyes, Qu Jiayan whipped her again: "You people in Yun Xianglou, don't think that you can deceive people just by relying on your face."
"After ruining your face, let's see if you can still cause harm to others!"
These words were puzzling, but Lu Yun guessed from the jealous face of the other party that the other party's hatred towards Mrs. Chunfeng had been transferred to herself.
Madam's face is loved by countless people and hated by countless others. Beauty is a disaster.
Lu Yun, who was too lazy to explain, swept across with his heavy sword, and Wu Zhuo forced the two of them away with an indomitable attitude.
Qu Jiayan did not dare to face Wu Zhuo head-on. Even Pang Yong was moving his fists to relieve tense muscles.
He looked at Wu Zhuo with a solemn expression.
He couldn't tell what kind of material this sword was made of. It looked plain and simple, but after facing it, his strength was completely useless.
After fighting for so long, the sword didn't even have a crack, not to mention breaking.
"Pang Yong, have you thought about it?"
The speaker was Mi Ying, a disciple of the Golden Sword Hall. The golden sword flashed coldly in the sunlight.
Pang Yong, who was being questioned, met Qu Jiayan's eyes and punched again, but this punch was aimed at Fu Xiu.
At the same moment, the other six people on the field from three sides all took action against Fu Xiu.
Even Fu Xiu couldn't handle this change with ease.
He quickly retreated and threw out the talismans one by one. He made seals with his hands and kept making sounds.
"The earth is shaking and the mud river is sinking!"
"Wind raises fire, fire carries thunder, wind, fire and thunder fall."
Those talismans stirred up everything in the world, which looked very spectacular, but considering Fu Xiu's cultivation during the foundation-building period, the damage caused was limited after all.
Six against one, Fu Xiu was under great pressure.
There was a sharp thorn that broke through the talismans and appeared not far from Fu Xiu. The man had a very good time for a sneak attack.
Fu Xiu only had time to attach a defensive talisman to her body.
The short stab failed to kill Fu Xiu, but Fu Xiu's defensive talismans also failed under this blow.
The long whip wrapped around Fu Xiu's left arm and pulled hard, causing lightning to fly and the skin and flesh torn apart.
"Unmoving as a mountain!"
The talisman exploded. Fu Xiu was not thrown away by the whip, but Pang Yong's fist came.
This punch hit Fu Xiu's shoulder, making him unable to stop retreating.
If he took a few more steps, he would fall off the ring. He steadily stabilized his body on the edge and looked up to see the golden knife falling.
Fu Xiu's face was heavy.
His master had a relationship with his wife, and this time she asked him to help lead out the demonic cultivator hiding in the water and clouds, and he agreed.
He was fully prepared, but now it seemed that he had to force himself against one to six. Did he really want to lose the whole game?
Resisting this thought, there was a talisman in Fu Xiu's palm. The talisman broke into golden light, and the cover appeared above his head, blocking the knife.
But the spike came at a weird angle again, and Fu Xiu couldn't avoid it.
boom!
This was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground. Fu Xiu blinked and looked at the epee standing beside him, blocking the sneak attack.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Lu Yun, who was strolling over.
Compared to her own embarrassment, Lu Yun was very calm. When she met his gaze, Lu Yun nodded.
"Don't be brave, we just need to delay time." Fu Xiu said.
The victory or defeat this time is irrelevant. They need time to attract the attention of the city, paralyze the enemy, and buy time.
"late."
Regarding Fu Xiu's words, Lu Yun said two words lightly.
Her gaze crossed the few people in front and landed on the very back of those people.
There stood a handsome young man. There was a smile on his pale face, but after being captured by Lu Yun, the smile disappeared.
"What's the meaning?"
Fu Xiu was surprised and asked, his new friend was good at everything, but he didn't like to talk much.
"Demon cultivator!"
Lu Yun pointed her finger at that person with a calm expression.
She picked up Wu Zhu again and moved her hands regardless of other people's reactions when they heard her words.
"Demon cultivator, what demon cultivator?"
The leader of the Shore Feng Hall was stunned and turned to look at the love scholar.
"Did you choose that person?"
These words were a question, and Hall Master Feng's rising momentum told the love scholar that he wanted to take action.
"Do you believe in the plan to sow discord?"
"How did you tell that he was a demon cultivator?"
The love letter boy waved his fan nonchalantly, his nonchalant attitude was playful and not worried at all.
With this calm expression, and seeing the other two people's standstill attitude, Hall Master Feng had no choice but to put aside his thoughts for the time being.
"Moxiu? How did you tell?"
Fu Xiu coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked.
After the battle, that person has been wandering on the edge, the kind who occasionally takes action without any fuss.
"intuition."
From her strong intuition.
As he spoke, what came to Lu Yun's mind was the knife used by Heishan that day.
The process of converting knife skills into sword skills was difficult, and Lu Yun could only scratch the surface.
He lifted it up without clumsiness and lowered it diagonally.
The heavy sword has no edge, and the seemingly innocuous sword causes the mountains to collapse.
She still couldn't use the complete Biluo Huangquan Kill, but even just using the momentum of the sword that split the space was enough to make the edgeless sword show its edge.
This sword was actually very slow in Lu Yun's hands.
It was Pang Yong who blocked the road, and it was Pang Yong who took the sword. In his opinion, this sword was not as satisfying as those heavy blows.
The muscles in his arms bulged, he stepped forward fiercely and punched out.
Vaguely, he heard a cry: "Get out of the way!"
Step aside?
Who should get out of the way?
Pang Yong thought, if he takes one step further, this step will almost make him doomed.
The slow sword fell in front of his eyes. What he saw was not the flaws all over his body, but the unavoidable power.
Vaguely, he saw a door opening in front of him. Behind the door were the screams of the dead souls, who were still trapped in hell and unable to escape.
There was fear in Ben's slightly contemptuous eyes, his pupils trembled slightly, and his back was covered with cold sweat.
run!
Run!
His consciousness was roaring crazily, and he wanted to turn back, but he knew there was no way back.
Pang Yong mobilized all his spiritual power, and when the two were about to hand over, he blocked his body with his arms, switched from offense to defense, and took the sword.
Then, everyone heard the sound of broken bones.
After the crisp tune fell, Pang Yong's arms fell limply to his sides. They were not broken bones, but broken bones.
The severe pain hit him only for a moment, and then Pang Yong could no longer feel the existence of his arms.
He looked blankly at his arms, which were as soft as noodles.
Is he... useless?
"Lu Yun, are you okay?"
Fu Xiu's shout made people turn their attention to Lu Yun. Several people on the stage were frightened by the power of this sword.
But after seeing the blood at the corner of Lu Yun's mouth, his eyes lit up again.
It seems like she can't do it anymore. She's at the end of her rope and just needs to deal with it.
"Lu Yun, you hide behind me, I'll do it."
Fu Xiu supported Lu Yun and tried to stay calm.
It is undeniable that Lu Yun's sword shocked Fu Xiu and successfully captured Pang Yong. However, there was no signal from the madam, indicating that the matter was not successful yet. He would just find a way to block the remaining people.
(End of chapter)
