Looking at Fu Xiu who was trying to protect herself with a strange expression, Lu Yun took a step back obediently.
Fu Xiu, who had her back turned to Lu Yun, did not see her putting Wu Zhu away.
A palm-sized talisman floated in front of Fu Xiu, and he made a gesture with his fingers to transform one into ten.
"The cage, get up!"
On the platform standing on the water, huge stone slabs rose up from the ground. The stone slabs were closed into a circle to cover the two people and block attacks from outside.
This is the strongest defensive talisman that Fu Xiu can use.
In terms of Fu Xiu's ability, this is the ultimate achievement.
His face turned pale, his temples were wet with cold sweat, and he took out another talisman and threw it to Lu Yun.
"It's for escaping. If someone wants to touch you later, you can use spiritual power to activate it and you can leave here."
Leaving the ring means defeat.
Fu Xiu disagreed. What he wanted was to save his life, especially when Lu Yun said that there was a demon cultivator disciple in the arena.
Although he couldn't tell the clues, it was always better to be cautious.
The attacks outside did not stop, and cracks began to appear on the stone slab. Small cracks spread at an extremely fast speed until the stone slab shattered at the touch of it.
The moment the ground cage was broken, Fu Xiu vaguely saw someone taking action.
That person was the demon cultivator that Lu Yun mentioned. Fu Xiu's eyes widened when he realized something, and his voice was panicked.
"Lu Yun, let's go!"
That man showed his killing move at this time.
It was a thread that snaked through the rubble, appeared in front of Fu Xiu at extremely fast speed, and pierced his heart.
The ultimate sense of crisis gripped people, and Fu Xiu moved his fingers to activate the talisman used to escape.
At this moment, a hand held him down.
At the same time, a "dong" sound appeared, and a faint cold air floated in the chest, blocking the fatal thread.
The silk thread is soft in nature, but there are traces of tempering on the silk thread in front of me, which is as strong as cold iron.
What shocked Fu Xiu was the sword as cold as snow and the person holding the sword.
He placed his eyes on Lu Yun, opened his mouth slightly, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him.
"you……"
Fu Xiu stopped talking.
He had always believed that Lu Yun's weapon was the clumsy heavy sword, and although Lu Yun, a swordsman, was in the foundation-building stage, his talent in swordsmanship was very poor, and he could not be said to be a casual cultivator.
It was not only Fu Xiu who was surprised, but also the people watching.
Especially the love letter student's face. Even if Lu Yun pointed out that the person under his inn door was a demon cultivator, he had no reaction.
Only at this time, he stood up straight and looked at Lu Yun expressionlessly.
The hands holding the fan were tense, and there was a fierceness in his eyes that others could not understand.
"Love Scholar, are you still in for a surprise?"
Mrs. Chunfeng's voice is like the breeze blowing on my face. In this midsummer, the temperature is scorching.
The love letter student's eyelids twitched, he stared at Mrs. Chunfeng and suddenly smiled.
"Is this Lu Yun your trump card?"
"That old friend of yours is from the Hidden Sword Sect?"
The two sentences made the others have different expressions. Qu Miao frowned. She asked Lu Yun and said that he was an old friend of Mrs. Chunfeng who came to deliver the letter.
She didn't know that Lu Yun was a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect.
"Why, can't it?"
The lady tilted her head, pretending to be a shy daughter: "My good lover, isn't he afraid that I will be bullied, so he asks his disciple to help me!"
The sweet tone was so true that Mrs. Chunfeng walked out from under the sunshade umbrella with graceful steps.
She raised her hand, held down the love scholar's fan, and stood so close that the love scholar could see the endless coldness in the other's smiling eyes.
"Children are playing around, and adults can't interfere at will. Am I right?"
"What's more important now is not the outcome in the ring, but the person."
In the expressionless expression of the love letter scholar, Mrs. Chunfeng pointed at the sneak attack again.
"I also want to know when the people from the Silk Gate came to Shuiyunjian and became the ones who love you."
That thread was so representative that many people also doubted the identity of the person. Mrs. Chunfeng revealed it, and they obviously believed that the person was a demon cultivator.
As for the love scholar who took the picture, a stern expression flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to explain something, but Mrs. Chunfeng's words came faster.
"Of course, I believe you were deceived."
"I'll just wait until my Ayun takes the person down and ask again."
"Now, the outcome is undecided, and you and I are both spectators."
The red lips curled up, and the words of the unparalleled lady were irrefutably serious.
The fan on the love letter finally fell down, and the needle hidden in the fan was also put away.
On the stage, Lu Yun glanced in the direction of the love scholar from the corner of her eye, and Han Jiangxue lightly patted the attacker away.
She remembered the other person's name, which was Fan Qiang. Under the simple and unpretentious name, there was a huge evil intention.
Lu Yun stepped forward and stood in front of Fu Xiu, holding the three-foot long sword in her hand. She turned her head and looked at Fu Xiu.
"Stand away."
Stand further away?
Fu Xiu really didn't expect Lu Yun to say this to him. He wanted to say that he still had the ability to help.
But before he could say anything, Lu Yun had already left his side.
You Longying's footwork is like clouds and smoke, unpredictable.
Lu Yun, who was holding Han Jiangxue, did not feel clumsy and laborious in holding it. It was completely different from the fighting posture of the two, which made Qu Jiayan's fingers holding the whip tremble slightly.
this person……
She can't compare.
Lu Yun didn't care about the expressions of the others. The only one he looked at was Fan Qiang. His sword drew the water from Pingfeng Lake, and the water fell from the sky and turned into mist and rain.
Lu Yun's sword was thrust out from the mist and rain, the cold air not covering it, and the clear snowflakes condensed on it.
With a wave of his sleeves, the sword and snow came instantly.
At this moment, everyone saw silver threads appearing in front of their eyes. Those silver threads were arranged at an unknown time and formed murderous intent.
Miying took a step back to avoid the thread that almost cut her neck.
He stared blankly at Lu Yun, who was swimming freely among the threads, and watched the soft snowflakes turn into sharp blades, cutting off the threads.
Yun Jian Jue has not yet been completed, but with the body refined by Yun Jian Jue and the ability to bear weight without clumsiness, Lu Yun's physical fitness has doubled compared to before.
Her lower body is more stable, and her arm turns her wrist to link the sword blade, which is extremely smooth.
The body and mind are one, and the sword is one.
A faint realization passed through his mind, and a frivolous smile appeared on Lu Yun's face.
A sword carries the wind and snow, like a roaring giant or a swimming dragon.
The wind and snow cut off the silver thread, and the long sword chopped off the arm.
On the arena where the blood suddenly turned red, because of the loss of an arm, the threads became soft and there was no danger of killing anyone.
Fan Qiang looked at Lu Yun who was swinging his sword again, with a fierce expression on his face.
He gritted his teeth hard and crushed the poison hidden in his mouth. The moment the blood flowed out, he smiled at Lu Yun.
Even if he dies, he won't...
Before the words that flashed through his mind were over, his mouth was opened and something was stuffed into his mouth.
A warm and cool feeling spread throughout the body, and the severe pain caused by the poison was soothed.
She fed herself an antidote.
Fan Qiang, whose eyes were as wide as an ox's, turned gloomy.
He was going to fail.
(End of chapter)
