Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 69
Lu Yun looked at Fu Xiu who was trying to protect herself strangely, and Lu Yun took a step back obediently.

Fu Xiu, who had her back to Lu Yun, didn't see her put Wuzhu away.

A talisman the size of a palm floated in front of Fu Xiu, using his fingers as a tactic, turning one into ten.

"Ground cage, get up!"

Standing on the arena above the water, giant stone slabs rose from the ground, and the stone slabs folded into a circle to cover the two of them and block the 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.

His face was 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 leave here with spiritual power activation."

Leaving the ring means defeat.

Fu Xiu didn't take it seriously, what he wanted was to save his life, especially when Lu Yun said that there was still a demon cultivator disciple in the ring.

Although he can't see the clues, it is not too much to be cautious.

The attack from outside did not stop, cracks began to appear on the stone slab, and the tiny cracks spread at an extremely fast speed, until the slate shattered when it touched it.

The moment the cage was broken open, Fu Xiu vaguely saw someone make a move.

That person was the demon cultivator Lu Yun had mentioned. Fu Xiu's eyes widened when he realized something, and his voice panicked.

"Lu Yun, let's go!"

That person revealed his ultimate move at this time.

It was a silk thread, meandering from the gravel, appearing in front of Fu Xiu at an extremely fast speed, stabbing at his heart.

The extreme sense of crisis overwhelmed people, and with the movement of Fu Xiu's fingers, she was about 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 chill floated in his chest, blocking the deadly silk thread.

The silk thread is inherently soft, but there are traces of tempering on the silk thread in front of my eyes, as hard as cold iron.

But Fu Xiu was shocked by that sword, which was as cold as snow, and the person holding it.

He put his eyes on Lu Yun, opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were blank for a moment, as if he didn't know the person in front of him.

"you……"

Fu Xiu hesitated to speak.

He always thought that Lu Yun's weapon was the Wuzhuo heavy sword, and Lu Yun, a swordsman, although his cultivation base was in the foundation stage, had poor talent in the way of swordsmanship, so he could not be said to be from a casual cultivator background.

It wasn't just Fu Xiu who was surprised, but also the people watching.

Especially the face of the love letter student, even if Lu Yun identified the person under the door of his inn as Moxiu, he didn't respond.

Only at this moment, he stood up straight and looked at Lu Yun expressionlessly.

The hand holding the fan was tense, and there was a murderous intent in the eyes that others could not understand.

"Scholar, are you still surprised?"

Mrs. Chunfeng's voice is the breeze blowing on the face, and in this midsummer, the temperature is scorching.

The love writer's eyelids twitched, he stared at Mrs. Chunfeng, and suddenly smiled.

"This Lu Yun is your trump card?"

"That old friend of yours is from the Tibetan Sword Sect?"

The two sentences made the other people have different expressions. Qu Miao frowned. She had inquired about Lu Yun and said that it was Mrs. Chunfeng's old friend who came to deliver the letter.

She didn't know that Lu Yun was a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

"What, can't you?"

The madam tilted her head, pretending to be as shy as a daughter's family: "My good lover, isn't it because he is afraid that I will be bullied, so let his apprentice help me!"

With a sweet tone, the words were serious, Mrs. Chunfeng came out from under the umbrella with graceful steps.

She raised her hand, pressed the love letter student's fan, and stood so close that the love letter student could see the endless coldness in the other's smiling eyes.

"Children are playing and fighting, adults can't intervene at will, am I right?"

"The more important thing now is not the outcome of the ring, but that person."

In the expressionless expression of the love letter, Mrs. Chunfeng pointed at the sneak attacker again.

"I also really want to know when the people from the Tangsimen came to me in Shuiyun Jian, and even became the one who gave birth to you in love letters."

That silk thread was so representative that many people also doubted the identity of that person, but Mrs. Chunfeng broke through it, obviously believing that the other person was a demon cultivator.

As for the love letter student who photographed Moxiu, a stern look flashed across his face, he opened his mouth to explain something, and Mrs. Chunfeng spoke faster.

"Of course, I believe that you are being deceived."

"Wait for my family, Ah Yun, to take him down, and then ask."

"Now, the outcome is not decided, you and I are both spectators."

The vermilion lips curled up, the incomparably elegant lady spoke with irrefutable seriousness.

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 at the direction of the love scholar from the corner of her eye, and Han Jiangxue patted the sneak attacker away.

She remembered the other party's name, which was Fan Qiang. Under the plain and unpretentious name, there was a huge evil intention.

Lu Yun took a step forward and stood in front of Fu Xiu, holding a three-foot long sword in her hand, she looked sideways at Fu Xiu.

"Stand away."

Stand away?
Fu Xiu really didn't expect Lu Yun to say this to him. He wanted to say that he still had the energy to help.

But before he could say it, Lu Yun had already left his side.

You Longying's footwork is like clouds and smoke, unfathomable.

Lu Yun, who was holding Han Jiangxue, could not see the clumsiness and effort of holding Wuzhu, and the fighting posture of two people 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, only Fan Qiang was looking at him, and the sword drew water from Pingfeng Lake, and the water fell from the sky, turning into mist and rain.

Lu Yun's sword protruded out of the mist and rain, the cold air was not concealed, and pieces of clear snowflakes condensed.

With a wave of his sleeve, the sword and snow came in an instant.

At this moment, everyone saw silver threads appearing in front of their eyes. Those silver threads were arranged at some time, forming a murderous intent.

Mi Ying took a step back, avoiding the silk thread that almost cut her neck.

He stared blankly at Lu Yun who was walking freely among the silk threads, and watched those soft snowflakes turn into sharp knives, cutting off those silk threads.

Yun Jian Jue has not yet been completed, but with the body refined in Yun Jian Jue, coupled with the clumsy load, Lu Yun's physical fitness has doubled compared to before.

Her lower body is more stable, and her arms and wrists are linked to the blade, which is extremely smooth.

Body and mind are one, man and sword are one.

A faint enlightenment flashed in her heart, and a frivolous smile appeared on Lu Yun's face.

A sword carries wind and snow, like a frightened bird, like a swimming dragon.

The wind and snow cut the silver thread, and the long sword cut off the arm.

On the bloody arena, because of the loss of an arm, those silk threads became loose, and there was no danger of killing people.

Fan Qiang looked at Lu Yun who was swinging his sword again, with a ghostly expression on his face.

He clenched 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 flashed through his mind, 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 smoothed away.

She fed herself the antidote.

Fan Qiang's face was gloomy with eyes wide open.

He is going to fail.

(End of this chapter)