Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 68
"Look at what?"

Seeing Lu Yun's eyes, Qu Jiayan whipped again: "You Yunxianglou people, don't think that you can confuse people's hearts just by your appearance."

"Destroy your face, let me see if you can still harm others!"

These words are puzzling, but Lu Yun guessed from the jealous face of the other party that the other party transferred the hatred of Mrs. Chunfeng to herself.

Madam's face is loved by countless people and hated by countless people.

Lu Yun, who was too lazy to explain, swiped his epee across, and Wu Zhuo forced the two of them away with an indomitable posture.

Qu Jiayan didn't dare to face Wuzhuo face to face, even Pang Yong was moving his fists to relieve the tense muscles.

He looked at Wuzhuo with a solemn expression.

He couldn't figure out what material this sword was made of, it seemed plain and unpretentious, but after matching it, his strength disappeared.

After fighting for so long, the sword didn't break, not even a single crack.

"Pang Yong, have you thought about it yet?"

It was Mi Ying, a disciple of the Golden Knife Hall who spoke, and the golden knife flashed coldly in the sun.

Pang Yong, who was being questioned, met Qu Jiayan's gaze and punched again, but this punch was aimed at Fu Xiu.

At the same moment, the other six people from three sides on the field all attacked Fu Xiu.

Even Fu Xiu couldn't handle this incident with ease.

He backed away quickly, and he threw out one after another talisman, making a lot of talismans with his hands, and the sound continued.

"The ground shakes, and the river of mud sinks!"

"The wind raises the fire, the fire carries the thunder, and the wind, fire and thunder fall."

Those talismans arouse all phenomena in the world, and it looks very spectacular, but in terms of the cultivation base of Fuxiu's foundation period, the damage caused is limited after all.

Six against one, Fu Xiu was under a lot of pressure.

There was a spike that broke through those talismans and appeared not far from Fuxiu. The timing of the man's sneak attack was very good.

Fu Xiu only had time to stick a defensive talisman on her body.

The short stab failed to kill Fu Xiu, but the defensive talisman on Fu Xiu's body also failed under this blow.

The long whip wrapped around Fu Xiu's left arm, and when he pulled it fiercely, lightning flashed, and his skin was torn apart.

"Not moving like 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, causing him to back up uncontrollably.

After a few more steps, he would fall off the ring. He managed to stabilize his body on the edge, and when he looked up, he saw the golden knife fall.

Fu Xiu's face was heavy.

His master has a friendship with his wife, and this time his wife asked him to help lead out the magic cultivator hidden between the water and clouds, and he agreed.

He is even more fully prepared, but now it seems that he is still reluctant for one-on-six, is he really going to lose everything?

Resisting this thought, there was a talisman in Fu Xiu's palm, the talisman broke into gold, and the cover appeared on top of his head, blocking the knife.

But the spike came at a strange angle again, and Fu Xiu couldn't avoid it.

boom!
What was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground? Fu Xiu blinked, looking at the epee standing beside her, blocking the sneak attack.

He turned his head slowly again, looking at Lu Yun who was strolling over.

Compared to her embarrassment, Lu Yun was very calm, meeting his gaze, Lu Yun nodded.

"Don't be brave, we just need to delay the 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 spit out two words lightly.

Her gaze crossed the few people in front and landed at the rear of those people.

There stood a handsome young man with a smile on his pale face, but after being captured by Lu Yun, the smile disappeared.

"What do you mean?"

Fu Xiu wondered, his new friend was good at everything, but he was not very talkative.

"Magic repair!"

Lu Yun pointed at the man with a calm expression.

She pulled Wuzhu up again, and moved her hands regardless of the reaction of the others when they heard her words.

"Mo Xiu, what Mo Xiu?"

Hall Master Shore Feng was stunned, and turned to look at Love Scholar.

"Did you choose that person?"

These words are questioning, Hall Master Feng's rising aura is telling the love letter student that he wants to make a move.

"Do you believe in sowing discord?"

"How can you tell that he is a demon cultivator?"

The love letter student shook his fan indifferently, his casual attitude was very playful, and he was not worried at all.

Under this calm expression, and seeing the attitude of the other two who remained silent, Hall Master Feng had no choice but to put down his thoughts for the time being.

"Magic repair? How did you see it?"

Fu Xiu coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked.

After the battle, that person has been wandering on the edge, the kind that occasionally makes shots without any harm.

"intuition."

From her powerful intuition.

While speaking, what appeared in Lu Yun's mind was the knife that Montenegro used that day.

The process of turning saber techniques into sword techniques is difficult, and Lu Yun has barely scratched the surface.

He lifted it clumsily and slanted down.

The epee has no front, and the seemingly harmless sword is the collapse of the mountain.

She still can't use the complete Biluohuangquan kill, but even with the power of the knife that splits the space, it is enough to make the Wufeng Sword show its edge.

This sword was actually very slow in Lu Yun's hands.

It was Pang Yong who blocked the way, and Pang Yong was the one who received the sword. In his opinion, this sword was not as enjoyable as those heavy strikes.

The muscles in his arms swelled up, and he rushed forward and punched out.

Vaguely, he heard a shout: "Get out of the way!"

Step aside?

Let who get out of the way?

Pang Yong thought, one more step, it was this step that almost made him doomed.

The slow sword fell before his eyes, what he saw was not the flaws all over his body, but the unavoidable power.

Vaguely, he saw a door open in front of his eyes, behind the door was the cry of dead souls, and the souls seemed to fall into hell and could not escape.

Fear exploded in Ben's slightly contemptuous eyes, his pupils quivered slightly, and cold sweat crawled down his back.

run!
Run!

His consciousness was screaming crazily, 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 put his arms in front of him, turned from offense to defense, and took the sword.

Then, everyone heard the sound of bones breaking.

After the crisp tune fell, Pang Yong's arms fell limply by his side. It was not a broken bone, but a broken bone.

The sharp pain hit only for a moment, and then Pang Yong could no longer feel the existence of his arms.

He looked blankly at his arms that were as soft as noodles.

Is he... useless?

"Lu Yun, are you okay?"

Fu Xiu's shout made people turn their eyes to Lu Yun, and the few people on the stage were terrified by the power of this sword.

But after seeing the blood on the corner of Lu Yun's mouth, his eyes lit up again.

It looks like she's dying too, she's at the end of her rope, just deal with it.

"Lu Yun, you hide behind me, let me come."

Fu Xiu supported Lu Yun, trying to keep calm.

It is undeniable that Lu Yun's sword surprised Fu Xiu and successfully took down Pang Yong, but there was no signal from his wife, which meant that the matter was not successful, and he would try to block the rest.

(End of this chapter)