Lu Yun felt a little distressed after consuming the antidote pill given by her senior brother.
The body of a monk is different from that of ordinary people. It can produce poison that kills instantly. She dares to say that even in the Valley of Divine Doctors, there is not much.
A mere wire-wrapped door was used to give Xiao a poison to commit suicide. It goes without saying that the poison is vicious, but is it time-effective?
Ah!
With cold eyes, Lu Yun picked up Fan Qiang and threw it towards the people on the shore.
She turned to look at Qu Jiayan and others. The bright red on the snow on the Hanjiang River flowed down and bloomed on the ground. They were the red plums blooming in the winter snow.
She raised her sword and pointed it at the humans.
"Admit defeat?"
Han Jiangxue is a very beautiful sword, and also a sword with a temper.
For Wu Zhuo's sake, Lu Yun didn't use it for so long. It was very excited now, its blade chirping softly, urging its master to continue.
Can you still continue...
On Pingfeng Lake, there is wind on the water surface, and the wind leaves traces.
The girl in green clothes just held the sword and asked everyone indifferently, her tone was so calm that she seemed to be talking about what to eat tonight.
Her black hair is like clouds, flowing behind her, and under the girl's twinkling eyebrows is her unruly elegance.
This aura is the best portrayal of sword cultivator.
With the sword in hand, a man becomes mad, and no one answers his questions.
The throat rolled, and the fishy smell brought by it made it difficult to swallow. Fu Xiu touched her nose, thinking of what she had just done, and felt ashamed.
"Ahem, why don't you just admit defeat."
He ran up behind Lu Yun like a dog and winked at those people.
"Why don't you admit defeat?" Qu Jiayan glared at Fu Xiu angrily, swinging the whip at her side, speaking harshly but not daring to make a move.
She can't win against such a fierce spirit who can cut off her arm with just one sword.
"us……"
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise shocked the entire Shuiyunjian.
Everyone was looking in a certain direction, and Lu Yun saw Mrs. Chunfeng disappearing in the movement.
"It's done."
Fu Xiu lowered her voice and was a little excited.
"That's the direction of Ruoshui Lake." When Qu Miao came back to his senses, he murmured and found that Mrs. Chunfeng had disappeared.
"Damn it, we're in a trap!"
What arena, what formation, everything is an illusion.
That woman did it on purpose. They had already found the last hole in the formation and secretly sent people to relieve it.
"Idiot, what are you doing standing still? Hurry over."
She called to the other two people, walked a few steps and stared at the love letter scholar again: "You'd better not go there, after all, there is still suspicion on you."
After hearing this, the love scholar looked down at the dying Fan Qiang at his feet and laughed silently.
"What are you talking about? He's such an evildoer, I'll just kill him."
As the fan opened and closed, a trace of blood splashed onto the ground.
Fan Qiang died after all.
Seeing this scene, Lu Yun felt heartbroken again. If it weren't for holding these people back, she wouldn't have wasted her medicine.
"Let's go there too."
Fu Xiu patted Lu Yun's shoulder, and Lu Yun nodded, put Han Jiangxue away, and then carried Wu Zhu behind him.
When it comes to spiritual practice, don’t slack off.
But this time she didn't take her time any longer. Instead, she pulled Fu Xiu and hurried on as You Longying.
The wind blew through my ears, stinging slightly.
Wu Zhuo slowed down You Longying's speed, but it was still slightly faster than Fu Xiu's own movement.
Fu Xiu, who was a little behind, looked at Lu Yun's beautiful side face. His eyes were clear, not charming.
The vague arrogance in my heart finally disappeared.
Master is right, the disciples of the nine major sects are all geniuses and monsters. Compared with them, he is too inadequate.
He wants to catch up with these proud men, and he still has to work hard.
The movement of Ruoshui Lake attracted countless monks. When they arrived, what they saw was the lake pouring backward.
Like a dragon sucking water, the water line of the entire lake is rapidly declining, forming a vortex that is enough to strangle a person.
And on that dangerous lake, someone was taking action.
His silver hair was as bright as the bright moon, and his long silver eyes were as gentle as ever. With a tap of his fingers, formations appeared around him, stopping those who were assassinating him.
Those people were dressed simply, like ordinary people on the street, but these people held a silk thread in their hands, intertwined together, and scattered like a net, trying to capture Wen Ruyu.
When Lu Yun came, what she saw was the formation's brilliance lighting up and shattering the threads.
The combination of the killing array and the confusing array disrupted the footsteps of those people. They were clearly close in front of them, but they could not touch them.
If you are not careful, you will die here.
The future master of the Shen Zhen Sect, Wen Ruyu, was able to achieve the destiny of heaven and earth with her own formation. Lu Yun could not understand it, but it did not prevent her from appreciating this beautiful art of killing.
She looked further up in the sky, where Mrs. Chunfeng and others were confronting each other. They did not take action or help for the time being.
At this point, they more or less realized what Mrs. Chunfeng was thinking.
Although they were taking advantage of them, they knew nothing about the arrival of so many demonic cultivators in Shuiyunjian, which was a dereliction of duty.
How could it be easy to accuse Mrs. Chunfeng of doing these things.
What's more, the arena was fought with real swords and guns. Although the final result has not yet been determined, they know the outcome well in mind.
Qu Miao didn't look at Mrs. Chunfeng anymore, but looked at Lu Yun with a regretful tone.
"Aren't you afraid that such an outstanding disciple will perish here if he comes out alone?"
These words were not a threat, but when she spoke, she turned her eyes away from the love letter student. She was certainly aware of the vivid murderous intent in the previous love letter.
"I'm here, no one dares to touch her."
Madam's words made people feel deep in their hearts. She raised her eyebrows and smiled: "But after she gets out of Shuiyunjian, her life or death has nothing to do with me."
These words were spoken so brightly that Lu Yun could hear them clearly.
Lu Yun blinked and looked at the charming smile on Madam's face. She always felt that the other party was taking revenge on her ungrateful master.
This debt should still be placed on the master's head.
"Humph, disciple of the sect, you go out alone, you have to rely on something."
"If you are an ignorant and arrogant person, you will die."
The words of the love writer are as cold as poisonous snakes, and their slimy tones cling to people's bodies, making them uncomfortable.
Qu Miao smiled vaguely at the intended words, but Hall Master Feng never interrupted.
"Why do I feel like he wants to kill you?"
Fu Xiu patted Lu Yun on the shoulder and asked, looking playful and smiling, but the worry in his eyes was real.
"He really wanted to kill me." Qie Gang almost did it.
Lu Yun raised her eyes and looked at the love scholar, her expression unchanged.
"You can give it a try."
Now that her identity has been revealed, if the love letter scholar dares to take action himself, even if she dies, he cannot escape.
The Hidden Sword Sect doesn't care about matters of love and hatred, but if a disciple of the sect is killed for no reason and innocently, then Qingshu will have to live in the shadow of the Hidden Sword Sect for the rest of his life.
Rather than taking action directly, it was more likely that he was secretly paying for the murder, but on the surface, he should be hoping that he would survive.
The words of the two juniors were very low, but several people above could hear them clearly.
The love letter student's expression was sinister, his eyes were red, showing suppressed murderous intent. He opened his fan to cover half of his face, also covering the perverted smile on his face.
"Haha, junior..."
Whether it's praise or ridicule, it's just a guess.
Below, several formations around Wen Ruyu are compressing and uniting. When the large formation rises, there is a wave of murderous intent.
(End of chapter)
