Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 35 Murder

Although the ancient city of Heishan has been looted many times, there are still some dusty treasures.

There are many secret realms in the realm of cultivation, but in his Qi refining period, going to other places is courting death.

Anyway, he has lived for nearly a hundred years, and he still has a little bit of self-confidence. It is still possible to compete with these young disciples of the sect.

After traveling all over the world for so many years, he has learned a method of restraining his breath, which cannot be said to be superior, and it should have been easy to follow a fledgling disciple.

But looking at the situation in front of him, the other party was waiting for him to jump into the pit.

The old man who wanted to understand was not prepared to run away.

So what if you find it, just kill it.

But what came faster than his murderous intent was Lu Yun's sword.

Han Jiangxue is a cold and beautiful sword. Anyone who has seen it will praise it as delicate and delicate.

But it is also a belligerent sword, and it is whistling softly at this moment, and the sword's sound is clear and crisp.

When Lu Yun made a move, she was not prepared to show mercy.

Under this sword, the shaking light and shadow caused the old man to punch out.

He practiced boxing, his fists were very strong, and his moves hit the flesh.

However, Lu Yun could tell that the opponent's punches were very complicated, as if many punches were put together.

Zongmen disciples were ordered to only practice various basic formulas when they first started.

These basic formulas may seem simple, but they are the condensation of the background of each sect.

The purpose is to make it easier to master the rest of the formulas in the follow-up practice.

Their practice has rules and regulations, but casual practice is different, without the background of the sect, they can't get various formulas.

The things they practice are very complicated, many of them are pieced together, they understand everything but are not proficient in everything.

This kind of practice method can easily become a shackle that binds oneself in the end. All the messy things are stuffed in one body, and it can't go far.

But in the early days, this method is easy to overwhelm the disciples of the sect.

Because it is complicated, because there are so many, all kinds of things, it is easy for Zongmen disciples to deal with them in a mess.

That's what the old man had in mind.

His boxing is very strong and varied.

Sometimes he punched boldly, and sometimes he brushed past Lu Yun's side lightly.

He just wanted to make this little girl overwhelmed.

In terms of background, he can't compare it, but in terms of treachery and experience, how can these brats compare to a senior like him who doesn't know how many years he has been fighting outside.

But soon, this senior discovered that his fists were so fast that it seemed difficult for the opponent to deal with.

But the sword in the opponent's hand was always steady.

With a light flick of the wrist, the blade trembled.

The moment the sword was attached to the old man's skin, he felt a tingling sensation in his arm.

Looking down, there was a wound with no bones, but Han Jiangxue's own cold air had already begun to freeze his wound.

"Hehe, your sword is not bad."

The old man who didn't care about the wound made another move, trying to distract Lu Yun with words.

Lu Yun listened with a calm heart.

Han Jiangxue is naturally a good sword.

But not everyone can match this sword.

For such a greedy person, Lu Yun's sword moves accelerated.

It's useless to entangle with this kind of person.

Han Jiangxue is in the girl's hands like an arm and a finger, and she is handy.

The sharp sword moves are Lu Yun's undisguised arrogance.

Aptitude may determine the speed of practice. This kind of person, who has been immersed in the practice for decades, can't even make it to the foundation building stage. It's not just talent.

Lu Yun, who was calm and calm, slashed his sword amidst the other party's complacent expression.

Like Qiaoyan, like Fengyun, gently reaching the world, a bit of coldness suddenly locked the old man.

For this sword, the old man still wanted to take it hard.

Outrageous posture, with a sure-fire self-confidence.

It was this punch that was easily thrown away by Lu Yun's sword. The sword never stopped. Qinghan's blade hurt his wrist bone and tore his throat at the same time.

The cold gushed out, and the blood in the throat was frozen.

But he felt that a chill was eroding his body wantonly from the wound.

Amidst the overwhelming momentum, he felt the opponent's sword intent.

It was the solid ice that had been buried under the cold mountain for thousands of years, and it was so cold that it would not melt even if the sun was burning.

He widened his eyes and covered his neck, but blood bubbled from his mouth.

Opening her mouth to say something, Lu Yun turned around and passed by without even giving a glance.

The three-foot green edge was stained with blood.

Holding the sword, Lu Yun walked up step by step, and there were two people waiting for her outside.

The existence of the curtain umbrella conceals everything that happened in the cellar.

Coupled with the fact that she dealt with each other very quickly, the two people above hadn't become suspicious yet.

No doubts, naturally not vigilant enough.

So when a sword came from behind, this unprepared sword move directly seriously injured one of them.

"Where's Big Brother?"

Seeing Lu Yun coming out, the youngest one asked Lu Yun.

But this answer, everyone knows it well.

Seeing the bloody hole on his second brother's shoulder and Lu Yun's indifferent eyes, this good third brother was shocked.

Immediately without further ado, he ran away.

What big brother and second brother, the little life is the biggest.

It has to be said that the opponent pays attention to playing well, but Lu Yun is not going to leave trouble for herself.

In this ancient loess city, You Longying wanders like a ghost, scurrying around in the blink of an eye.

The third younger brother glanced back, and saw Lu Yun who was chasing after him, his eyes were as if he had seen a ghost, and his feet accelerated.

But the sword that belonged to Lu Yun arrived in an instant.

He hurriedly turned around to block the sword that was meant to stab his throat, but turned around halfway.

The sound of the blade piercing through the body was dull and sharp.

When it was transmitted to his mind, the third brother was already kneeling on the ground.

The blood flows along the blood hole in the heart, and the front, heart and back are all cool.

The third younger brother looked at Lu Yun with red eyes, with despair surging in his eyes.

The drooping fingers trembled, as if convulsed before death.

But he saw a flash of cold light, the sword cut off his arm, and even something in his palm rolled to the ground.

It was a black iron ball with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Burst balls, things that sect disciples despise, are very welcome among these casual cultivators.

There are more battles among casual cultivators than among sect disciples.

Many of them are of the kind that never dies. Even if they lose, they still want to drag the enemy to die together.

Once the blasting ball is activated, it will produce a violent explosion, and she will not die or be seriously injured at that time.

It can only be said that these aggressive casual cultivators never stopped their dark thoughts even before they died.

Take away the storage bag on the opponent's body, and put it away together with the blasting ball.

Lu Yun returned to the door and saw bloodstains spreading on the ground.

The person who was seriously injured by her didn't die, but he was also half disabled and couldn't run far at all, so she didn't worry about chasing the third brother at that time.

The blood was spreading into the inner room.

All the way down, Lu Yun saw the second brother reaching out and trying to grab her eldest brother, but died on the way.

It is convenient for her to be so affectionate and righteous.

Quickly plucking everything from the two of them, Lu Yun put away the umbrella.

The moonlight subsided, and this world became known again.

Lu Yun didn't cover up the sword marks she left.

If you die here, you can only blame yourself for being inferior to others. Besides, even if you want revenge, you have to get out with your life.

Blood energy occupied the entire cellar, and Lu Yun's figure disappeared at this moment.

(End of this chapter)