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Chapter 181 Mary Su Sword Immortal Murong Xue

Chapter 181 Mary Su Sword Immortal Murong Xue
These stones were obviously cold, but Jiang Su felt that they were extremely hot to the touch.

Without hesitation, she rounded her arms and threw them away. Several stones fell to the ground and rolled far away.

Her eyes were extremely complicated, "Senior Brother Liu, when did you become so shameless?"

Liu Yunqing stretched his neck and looked into the distance, observing where the stones landed to see if they were too far away for his Taoist companion to hear clearly.

"How can my face be compared to my Yun Sheng? If I can't see her every day, I will feel uncomfortable. The upper world is full of fish and dragons. Even a brave and skilled swordsman like me can have his wallet stolen. If she didn't What can I do if I lose my money? It’s hard for Fu Xiu to move forward without money, and pen and ink are expensive. I have to find her as soon as possible.”

When Liu Yunqing said this, his eyes were deep and he stared into the distance, as if he had turned the tens of millions of kilograms of thoughts in his heart into two ounces of wind, blowing past everyone's ears.

Jiang Su felt that the burning shame just now seemed to have dissipated from his face.

Senior Brother Liu used to be very serious, but now he is not so serious, like a resentful husband who has random thoughts because his wife is away on a business trip and does not come home.

In this world where people in the upper world regard love with twists and turns and ups and downs as the norm, some people shy away from it, while others turn these two words into a hot and fiery passion.

Senior brother is the god of true pure love...

Jiang Su was a little curious as to what Jiang Feng, as a colleague, thought of Liu Yunqing's current appearance.

Xuanyi sword cultivator nodded seriously, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "The recording stones are still missing. We should put recording stones in all directions, so that she can see you. There are still many places, so there won't be any Missed."

"..."

She looked at Fang Zhe, who was also an old friend from the lower realm.

The red monk wore a mask and showed no reaction at all.

Jiang Su twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly and sighed, "Senior Brother Liu, you should prepare for the next competition first. You and I have made an agreement, don't break it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yunqing suddenly became excited, with tears in his eyes and sobs in his throat, "Yun Sheng, we agreed to venture into the upper world together, how can you break the promise?"

? !
No, can't you separate career and love? After you get my Cassia Herb, can't you activate your love brain?

The next moment, a paper crane made of talisman suddenly flew in front of Jiang Su's eyes. She subconsciously clenched her fist and twisted the texture of the yellow paper, feeling an inexplicable throbbing in her heart.

Wait, could he really use this method to find the senior sister?
Jiang Su turned around, carrying the people on the stage with his back, and quietly opened the paper crane in his hand. On the talisman paper, he saw several ink marks with iron drawings and silver hooks.

[Shut him up. ]
Such short words! This can be called a collection of calligraphy treasures worth collecting! This delicate and agile paper crane? !
Isn't this my senior sister Zhang Yunsheng? !
Jiang Su held the talisman in his hand, pressed the contents on the talisman very obediently, and said with a smile, "Senior brother, shut up."

As an old father, Liu Yunqing was about to feel sad that he had been hurt by Xiao Baicai, when his sharp eyes suddenly saw the talisman in her hand, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Yun Sheng sent you a summons? This is Yun Sheng's talisman! She is really here!"

Before he could rush down excitedly, a white light flashed and floated down with frost and snow. The cold wind blew by and settled in front of him.

This man's clothes are as white as snow, his face is like jade, his eyebrows are cold, his lips are moist, and his facial features are exquisite. Now on the ring, the sky and the earth are eclipsed by him. Holding a white sword in one hand, he looks like a true immortal from the dust.

Jiang Suyuan said that his appearance was on a different level than everyone else.

The sunlight fell on his white clothes, giving off a faint glow of seven colors.

Mary Sue Sword Fairy!
The monks couldn't help but breathed. Someone reacted and Gao Shen was surprised, "It's actually the Sword Immortal Murong Xue?! He came to compete again this time. It seems that this time he is the best swordsman again."

The female cultivator's scream suddenly sounded, "Ah ah ah——, it's Yuchen Sword Immortal Murong Xue! Murong Yuchen, I love you!"

"Murong Murong, what my heart longs for is a light white snow!"

Interspersed with the voice of a male cultivator, "Ah - Murong, I am willing to wash your sword! Wash your chrysanthemum!" "..."

Jiang Su was eye-opened by this. He didn't expect that there is such an idol-like figure in the world of cultivation, even in the cheering club. Is this the heartthrob Mary Sue? There are colorful lights around the white clothes?
No wonder Bai Xiaosheng is willing to write a storybook based on him.

The upright sword cultivator on the stage remained unmoved by the noise, cupping his hands and saying, "Wenjian Villa, Murong Xue."

"Ah——, Murong Murong!" There was another burst of screams from the female nuns. After a few seconds, Jiang Su heard the voice of an old woman, "Murong Yuchen, I want to give birth to a child for you, cough cough cough. ”

...Can you really still give birth?

Liu Yunqing just wanted to ask Jiang Su about the talisman, but now it was obviously not the time.

Sword cultivators are most afraid of retreating without a fight.

He walked up to the man again, with a straight face, cupped his hands and said, "Liu Yunqing, from the Shifangmen of the Southern Fire Land, has heard about your Excellency Murong Xue for a long time. I am lucky to have a battle today."

Murong Xue lazily raised her eyelids and suddenly spoke, glaring at him, "Did you call Murong Xue's name?"

?

Jiang Su's eyes were complicated, "Are you sure his name is Murong Xue, not Murong Yunhai?"

Liu Yunqing noticed the contempt in his tone and felt uncomfortable in his heart. He was also a sword cultivator, how could he underestimate his enemy so much, "Fellow Taoist, you are very proud."

Murong Xue took a few steps back, with a cold face, and said word by word, "So?"

The murderous intention was released instantly, and the battle between the two was about to break out.

Liu Yunqing drew his sword, and the wind of the sword passed by his ears and pierced the chest of the person in front of him. The sword's power was like a rainbow, causing thousands of sword cries!

Murong Xue raised her sword and waved it, holding a sword flower in the air. The green hair beside her ears drifted in the wind. The sword intention carried the power of thunder, and it was extremely fast and treacherous. It wandered sideways and appeared behind Liu Yunqing in the next moment.

Liu Yunqing's pupils shrank suddenly, suppressing the shock in his heart, he rose up in the wind, turned over and stabbed the person below him from the top of his head. The sword light flowed, and Murong Xue was trapped in the storm, unable to move.

In an instant, all the monks' swords made fierce sharp sounds, as if... they were unwilling to let Murong Xue be controlled.

He is a true swordsman, and even the sword is partial to him.

The next moment, Murong Xue's sword flew through the air, and the sword surface suddenly slapped away Liu Yunqing's sword.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but feel a little worried, and stopped breathing as the situation on the stage changed rapidly.

Jiang Suneng could feel that his senior brother might have encountered an opponent this time, and he might not be able to defeat him.

What he struck with his wind-winding sword was headwind!

"Buzz--" White light suddenly burst out on the stage. All the monks who were watching covered their eyes. Some people cursed angrily, "Damn it, what kind of magic weapon did those blacksmiths make again? That two-up to the blue sky a few days ago. , it was so shaking that I didn’t even see how much I had bet.”

The bright light disappears.

Liu Yunliang knelt on his knees, barely holding on to the ground with the wind-winding sword in his hand. Countless sword marks suddenly exploded on his skin, and blood spilled from them.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to hold on any longer, and fell sideways to the ground.

Murong Xue glanced at him condescendingly, raised her sword, and turned to look back at the astonished monks below the stage.

He said lightly, "Next one."


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