Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 20

Lu Yun, who had cleared her mind, held Han Jiangxue tightly in her right hand, and her left arm danced like light and shadow.

Her proficiency with the sword in her left hand is no less than that of her right hand.

This skill of fighting left and right is one of her achievements in ten years.

The short sword in her hand was the second sword she brought out from the sword mound, and it was also the second fragment.

It's called... Tail Back Needle.

Green bamboo snake mouth, wasp tail back needle.

This sword is different from Han Jiangxue's stability and sharpness, it walks in a fast and strange way.

This is a sword dedicated to assassination.

According to legend, a hundred years ago, there was a monk who was short in stature, and when he became an adult, he was no more than the height of an eight-year-old child.

Able to practice, but also mediocre aptitude.

He went to various sects to learn from teachers, and was repeatedly rejected because of his ugly appearance and ordinary spiritual roots, but he did not give up.

In order to be able to become a monk, he delved into heresy ways, and this sword was forged by him after several years, and the sword technique created by himself was even more treacherous and fierce.

Since then, he has become a ghost-like existence in the cultivation world.

This is a sword cultivator who is separated from the two ways of righteousness and evil. As long as you are willing to pay, he will dare to kill anyone.

The giants of the demonic way, the great powers of the sect, died in the opponent's hands countless.

From being cast aside at the very beginning, everyone fears later.

This sword cultivator known as Taoist Hornet was a legendary figure back then.

After his fall, this sword was included in the sword mound of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

And this sword, like its owner, is like a ghost, and disappeared without a trace in the sword mound on the day it was included.

Before Lu Yun, many people tried to find this sword in the Sword Tomb, but all ended in failure.

When she entered the sword mound, the sword did not appear for the first time.

It was only after she got Han Jiangxue that she strengthened her sense of the fragments and that she realized the back needle hidden in the shadows.

It has always been there, whenever someone enters the sword mound to get a sword, it hides in the shadows, spying and joking.

At that time, it took her a little effort to grab the sword.

Only a few people around her knew the existence of this sword.

This was the first time that the needle behind the tail appeared in her hands, and the shock it caused to Tang Yanming made his attacks a bit dull.

And this kind of hesitation, in Lu Yun's eyes, is the fatal weakness.

Swords and swords clashed on the cliff, and the sound of contention was endless.

The dagger fluttered like a butterfly in Lu Yun's palm, and his left hand deftly bypassed the opponent's attack. The blade pierced Tang Yanming's shoulder and nailed him to the cliff.

"what!"

Howls of pain make people cringe.

Lu Yun took the opportunity to break off the opponent's right hand, Tang Yanming's five fingers were forced to loosen, and the dagger fell down.

His whole body was hanging, tottering in the wind.

Lu Yun grabbed the opponent's neck with a sound like a bell.

"Who is the person behind you?"

With five fingers tightened, one could see Tang Yanming's cheeks swollen red from the thin oxygen.

The nostrils are dilated, and the pupils are dilated.

He opened his mouth, trying to breathe, and what he felt was the hand that was strangling his throat.

What she saw when she looked up was the murderous intent in Lu Yun's eyes, like snow in winter without the temperature.

Tang Yanming was in great pain, but he did not admit defeat.

Under Lu Yun's questioning, the corners of his mouth parted, revealing a ferocious smile.

"Lu Yun...it won't end."

This is not going to end.

"Haha...cough cough, hehehe..."

Smiling miserably, Tang Yanming raised his intact left hand together, slashing at Lu Yun like a knife.

When Lu Yun was dodging, his blood-stained teeth bared, his left hand diverted to his shoulder, and he pulled out Lu Yun's short sword abruptly.

"Go to hell!"

This is the last call of the dying.

Lu Yun, who snatched back the dagger with his backhand, naturally let go of his grip on the opponent.

Tang Yanming, who has lost all support, is like a bird with broken wings, with his arms open but unable to fly, he can only return to the embrace of the earth.

What I saw in the end was Tang Yanming's distorted smiling face.

Clouds and mist covered everything, Lu Yun coughed a few times, suppressing the bloody smell in her throat.

"Senior Sister Lu, are you okay!"

Amidst Liu Ru's concern from below, Lu Yun threw the back needle and pierced the cliff above with precision.

She concentrated all her spiritual power on her right arm, kicked her lower body vigorously, and at the same time pulled her arm upwards.

While being pulled into the air by force, Lu Yun let go of her right hand and successfully stepped on Han Jiangxue's sword hilt.

The remaining spiritual power is no longer retained, and it comes out in full force.

Her body rose into the air, and after jumping up a large distance, she made another jump with the help of the needle at the back of the tail that had been installed in advance.

During the whole process, Lu Yun did it smoothly.

Also in this short period of time, many disciples ahead were surpassed by her.

This extreme method is to give up thinking about one's own life, and take Lu Yun's last desperate attempt.

When Lu Yun successfully grasped the edge of the cliff with one hand, a smile appeared on his face.

Behind her, Feng Yuyao, who was no more than half a meter away, tried her best, but could only watch Lu Yun surpass her and turn over to the top of the cliff.

The wild wind on the cliff stopped suddenly at this moment, half of his face was covered by his hair wet with sweat.

Lu Yun beckoned and took back the two swords, the bell ringing around her waist.

She looked at Jing Yuan not far away, showing a happy expression.

At this moment, Lu Yun's eyebrows and eyes are open, as wild as the wind.

"No.1...Ask Lu Yun under Tianfeng."

During the whole process of climbing the cliff, many disciples had accidents, Jing Yuan just stood by and didn't even have any emotions.

Only at this moment, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she quickly returned to calm.

The ensuing announcement continues.

"No.2 Feng Yuyao, No.3 Song Xiao..."

Led by Lu Yun, the subsequent disciples gradually climbed to the top.

They looked at Lu Yun's thin figure with complicated eyes.

She was seriously injured and was attacked on the cliff, but in the end Lu Yun overtook everyone and reached the top.

On the high cliff, the sky is clear.

The young girl's thin back was as straight as a strong bamboo, and the bright red on the green clothes was so scorching that people dare not look directly at her.

"No.8 Liu Ru!"

After Liu Ru got the last spot, it meant the end of this selection.

Many disciples below showed annoyed expressions.

Some people choose to give up, while others are still persisting.

There are more and more people on the top.

Lu Yun patrolled the crowd with deep thought in her eyes. She took a step forward and took out the projection stone.

"Disciple Lu Yun, I have something to report."

Under Lu Yun's operation, the projection stone started to play, which was the scene when Li Yan died.

Many people didn't understand why, and some people realized something, and their expressions gradually became dignified.

That is magic.

Although it is faint, it is real.

Until the contents of the communication jade slip appeared, everyone's eyes locked on Feng Yuyao in an instant.

Feng Yuyao... wants to kill Lu Yun?

Or borrow a knife to kill people by means of magic cultivators?
All kinds of doubts flowed among the disciples, and Feng Yuyao, who was the center of the crowd at the moment, turned pale.

She took a step forward and looked at Lu Yun in disbelief, as if she had been betrayed by someone important to her.

"Fifth Elder, I, Feng Yuyao, will never do such a thing in collusion with the demon cultivator."

"Junior Sister Lu, why are you doing this to me?"

One sentence of explanation, one sentence of inquiry.

The pain on Feng Yuyao's frail face made people feel distressed.

That sense of innocence makes people feel that she did nothing.

In the tearful eyes, there is innocence.

Song Xiao supported Feng Yuyao's body, and looked at Lu Yun with murderous intent: "Yuyao won't do this kind of thing."

"Lu Yun, what's on your mind?"

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