Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 43 Inviting the King to Draw the Sword

At this moment, when facing Feng Yuyao again, Lu Yun actually wanted to laugh.

Speaking of it, the grievances between her and Feng Yuyao are like children's fights, but they are actually nothing.

But Feng Yuyao is the proud daughter of heaven, as the heroine, as the darling of heaven, her arrogance is even more obvious.

It is normal for such a person to be praised and admired since childhood, but suddenly be humiliated and get angry.

But those puppets outside and the injuries on his body can be seen by anyone with eyes.

She killed the puppet herself, and when she entered here, she should be in charge of everything, why should she pay for other people's face.

In her opinion, if you want what you want, you should use your strength to speak.

So what about the heroine, if she can't beat herself, she just doesn't have the right to speak.

Whether it is the previous spiritual fruit or the present treasure, Lu Yun is not ready to give up.

exchange?

Hehe, an exchange can only be established if the other party has something they need.

It's a pity that the other party couldn't give him what he wanted.

Lu Yun's hand was steady, and she pointed her sword at the two people.

She saw Feng Yuyao's sinking face, and also saw the surprise in Song Xiao's eyes.

"Lu Yun, why is this so?"

Song Xiao's throat rolled and he spit out these words.

"Yes, Junior Sister Lu, why is this so? We are all brothers and sisters of the same school. Why can't we talk about it? We must use force?"

Feng Yuyao raised the corners of her lips again, with an attitude of thinking about you.

In Feng Yuyao's eyes, all disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect should be headed by her.

For Feng Yuyao, Lu Yun's "rebellion" was a loss of majesty.

She hated Lu Yun's cold face, as if she had no desires and desires, and the years were not alarmed.

Listening to such tolerant and generous words, Lu Yun finally evoked an arrogant smile on his clean face.

When she first came here, Feng Yuyao was the high-ranking heroine, she just wanted to avoid Feng Yuyao and go her own way.

But sometimes, the more you want to avoid the person, the more you can't escape.

The original owner, Lu Yun, died in the hands of Feng Yuyao in the ancient city.

Now she is attracted to the ancient city by the fragments, and at this moment she is confronting Feng Yuyao again.

Everything, as if fate refused to let her go, was bound to lead her down the old path.

But she won't die here.

Her path has nothing to do with Feng Yuyao, so why bother with the heroine.

If you don't avoid it, you will fight.

She looked at the two of them, her smile was as bright as a flower, but her voice was as cold as night.

"Different road non-phase plan."

"You two, draw your swords."

"Today's battle, no matter the winner or loser, the old grievances and grievances will be eliminated."

"In the future, all kinds of things will depend on their ability."

"Come!"

Lu Yun, who snorted softly, threw out the curtain umbrella to ensure that no one would disturb this battle.

The long sword vibrated, the sound was like a bell, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The girl in Tsing Yi was full of spiritual power, her robe danced without wind, and her black hair was unrestrained.

His eyes were shining brightly on that gorgeous and unparalleled face.

Like a sword piercing the night, it is cold and cold, and its ostentatious sword intent is captivating and astonishing.

Song Xiao couldn't look away from that face for a moment.

The plain noodles in Tsing Yi are already stunning in the world.

Breathing was disturbed for a moment.

Song Xiao had a feeling that he had to accept this battle, otherwise he would never be able to raise his sword in front of Lu Yun again.

The resoluteness that hits the face is unavoidable, unavoidable.

And there is Feng Yuyao who has this idea.

This was the first time Feng Yuyao saw Lu Yun in full swing.

The sword intent that cannot be ignored locks people in, as if the sharp blade hangs above the head, it can fall down in an instant.

She thought of the four puppets outside.

Ask yourself, can you win a fight against four?

Maybe.

But after winning, it is absolutely impossible to fight one against two again like Lu Yun.

Fingernails pierced her palm, looking at Lu Yun in front of her, Feng Yuyao felt a strong urge.

war.

Engage!

She wanted the other party to know what kind of character she was, Feng Yuyao.

She wanted Lu Yun to bow her head, just like everyone else, and always look at herself with that awe-inspiring gaze.

You should be the one who walks in the forefront, and the rest are only worthy of following your back.

Lu Yun, Lu Yun should be like this, she should be like this!

In the confusion of thoughts, something appeared in Feng Yuyao's hand.

That was her sword, Fire Phoenix.

Flames fluttered on the sword, dancing violently with the anger of its master.

Song Xiao's face was dignified, and his sword appeared in front of everyone.

It was a sword as gentle as spring water, with light spring light flowing from the blade, as beautiful as a lingering lover.

This sword doesn't look murderous at all.

It was also this sword that pointed at Lu Yun.

Lu Yun didn't dare to underestimate her.

The name of the sword is Sanchunshui, this sword is so gentle that you will not feel pain when you die.

But the souls who died under this sword would only roar in the nether world, wanting to live.

"Come!"

Song Xiao said.

"Come on!"

Feng Yuyao raised her sword and pointed at it.

Since the invitation to fight, then come to fight.

"Ah……"

Lu Yun's laughter drifted by like the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She looked at the two people in front of her, and her heart was beating wildly. It was not fear, but the violence and joy of blood rushing wildly.

No one said anything about one-on-one.

It was the two of them who Lu Yun invited to fight.

Her brows and eyes are raised at this moment, and there are thousands of brilliance in her black and white eyes.

The cold river snows out, and the needles follow behind.

Lu Yun didn't mean to hide his clumsiness, and sent out both swords.

The figure swayed, and when the light and shadow shattered and condensed, they were already in front of the two of them.

She was the one who invited the battle first, and she was the one who made the first move.

They are all arrogant people who became famous when they were young, and it is hypocritical to say that they are humble.

No matter how much empty words, let's talk about swords.

One battle determines the outcome, one battle determines the ownership, and sword repair should be like this.

The fluttering and steady snow of the cold river welcomes the softness of the three spring waters, and the opponent's sword is like spring weathering everything, moistening everything silently.

The quick and treacherous back-and-back needle, with the viciousness of the former master, is a deadly sword move.

The violent collision resounded throughout the tomb.

The curtain above the head canopy the moonlight, and it is so dark here that no one knows.

Lu Yun, who completely let go of the bondage, alternated the two swords, one against two did not lose the wind.

A sword is as light as flying, and a sword is as heavy as a thunderbolt.

In the swords of these two people, the fighting spirit is equally vigorous.

Lu Yun fought happily, and You Longying's formula flowed through his mind, and Lu Yun suddenly felt that his body was much lighter and more agile.

You Longying's practice unknowingly stepped into the second floor.

At this moment, her body is light and unrestrained.

Just like the giant dragon circling the earth, it broke free from the shackles on its body, let out a dragon chant, and since then went straight to the blue sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Yes.

Born to be a giant dragon soaring above the nine heavens, lying in a square inch, how can you talk about being a chic wandering dragon.

In the practice of kung fu, one depends on aptitude, and the other depends on comprehension.

Qualification can make people get started, and understanding can make the two merge into one.

Previously, Lu Yun practiced You Longying by relying on her extraordinary aptitude to forcibly use it.

What she used was the wisdom of her predecessors, not her own.

Only now did she have the feeling that the exercises and people are integrated.

It is necessary to condense the light and shadow on the ground in a square inch, and even more to be a dragon in the sky that is proud of the world.

This way is...You Longying.

(End of this chapter)