Strongest Eccentric Consort

Lou Qianxue's expression became more and more weird.

She released the Poyun Sword with her fingers, and the extraordinary Tier 10 spirit weapon floated automatically in the air, entwining around Lou Qianxue's back and forth, as if she was trying to get close to and guarding Lou Qianxue, appearing extremely intimate.

Lou Qianxue randomly tapped his finger on the sword body: "But it seems to like me, the master more."

This is a spiritual weapon refined by Tantaiyuan. There are constant inductions and inextricable connections between Tantaiyuan and Tantaiyuan. The person who refines it is sincere to her, so how can it not like her?

What's more, Poyun Sword has been in her hands for nearly four years, and she is very familiar with her breath.

Yuan Haomiao's sharp eyes became more and more cold, staring at Lou Qianxue like a dead person: "Really?"

The golden sacred luck behind him instantly boiled, and he walked towards Lou Qianxue step by step, and every step he took, the aura of his body rose a lot.

It was like an unfathomable, mysterious and peaceful pond boiling in an instant!

His aura was like a rainbow. When he arrived behind, the boiling holy luck and the powerful aura were intertwined. The entire sky in the holy ground was darkened, and all the lights gathered towards him madly. A cloud of dark clouds condensed above his head, purple lightning, Walking downstream from the dark clouds, entangled with the golden luck, magnificent and terrifying, it is difficult to breathe at a glance!

"Amazing!"

"As expected of Master Haomiao!"

"This time, this Lou Qianxue is dead!"

Yuan Haoran clenched her fists in excitement, "Brother has a lot of luck. In the entire holy place, there must be no more people than brother!"

"Yes!"

Just two months after entering the holy tower, Zimu Kong's eyes flickered, and his cultivation base was advancing by leaps and bounds. He looked at Yuan Haomiao with a look of yearning: "Tianjiao should be like this! This is the real Tianjiao that should be admired by the world!"

Standing in the center of the storm, being strongly suppressed by coercion, Lou Qianxue, who was targeted, felt a terrifying force that made his whole body tremble, pressing firmly on her.

This pressure is even worse than the Qianjun Pagoda used by Yuan Haoran before!

Before fighting with the eight disciples of the Holy Tower, she consumed a lot of money, but did not get much holy luck, and the holy luck was much less than Yuan Haoran. At this time, Shang Yuan Haomiao was really at a disadvantage...

"This guy is really strong!"

Except for Tantaiyuan and Tantai Weiliang, he is the strongest person of his generation.

An existence like Long Wangji, I'm afraid this person can be annihilated with one finger.

"The holy tower is indeed a holy tower..."

If she had as many holy luck as him, in the heyday, she would be able to fight against Yuan Haomiao, but nowadays, her Yuan power consumes more than half, even the holy luck is much less than the opponent, it is really difficult to win...

Lou Qianxue pursed her red lips slightly, while resisting Yuan Haomiao's coercion, she thought about countermeasures.

"If it goes on like this, I must be the one who suffers!"

Lou Qianxue lifted his vitality, his figure flashed, and instantly burst back a few feet.

"Want to escape?" Yuan Haomiao looked at Lou Qianxue, her eyes instantly turned into a gray color of death. In an instant, Lou Qianxue only felt that the space around her body was locked, and her expression couldn't help but change slightly.

"Space power!"

No wonder the other sacred tower disciples admire him so much, and all admire him. In addition to his profound cultivation, his talent is so terrifying!

Click!

However, within a flash of God’s time, the space around her made a cracking sound. The cracked space can shatter and tear a person’s body into pieces...