Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

"Sword cultivator, Lu Yun, I remembered."

Zong Hongfei finally understood why this name was so familiar. In the past few years, this name had become so familiar.

However, according to all descriptions, the other party is a sword cultivator.

Lu Yun used Thousand Silk Knots before and did not use a sword, so he was unable to target the person.

Zong Hongfei's originally dim eyes lit up instantly.

There is probably no sword cultivator who would not be fascinated by the miracle created by Lu Yun.

Some people say that as long as Lu Yun is around, even in a desperate situation, the other party can use his sword to open up a path of hope.

"We are saved," he said.

While Zong Hongfei's mind was shaking, Lu Yun and Meng Lin had already moved.

The two divided work and cooperated. Lu Yun's target was Boss Qiao, while Meng Lin dealt with everyone else.

Han Jiangxue, who hadn't taken off her sheath for a long time, was in an emotional state.

Wherever he passed, the beauty of the world was covered with frost and snow drifted, and appeared in the oasis. In the dreamlike snow, there was a three-foot long sword. It was the arrival of the god of death, which made Boss Qiao's face no longer relaxed.

Danger.

This was the warning his intuition gave him.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent was in front of him. He raised his sword, and the icy-cold sword intent seemed to freeze his soul.

Even in this desert border town, he had heard the name of sword cultivator Lu Yun several times.

The most talked-about thing among them is that the opponent can control several swords at the same time to fight.

The latest news he got was four swords.

But now, what appeared in front of him was just a sword, which brought him such a big threat.

This sense of oppression made Boss Qiao, who had been dominating the desert all year round, feel as if he had kicked an iron plate out of control.

With a cruel heart, Boss Qiao stepped up to the challenge.

The palms and forearms turned into pitch black color under the operation of the skill.

The Black Dragon's eighteen moves were full of killing moves. Once one was used, Boss Qiao rushed towards Lu Yun's fatal point.

As for Lu Yun.

For these killing moves, you can use a thousand pounds to make the opponent unable to use them.

"This is the most basic violent wind sword technique of the Hidden Sword Sect."

Lu Yun's voice transmission appeared in Zong Hongfei's mind. After realizing that the other party was deliberately teasing him, Zong Hongfei widened his eyes and watched hard.

Wind is an ethereal and invisible thing, and most of the time it is gentle and harmless.

But if a storm is coming, the strong winds from all directions are enough to destroy everything in the world.

The word "gust" represents speed and power.

The long sword was lifted lightly, and the sword moves were as powerful as breaking bamboo, stabbing, sweeping, and slashing. It was natural in Lu Yun's hands, devastating everything in front of him.

One person and one sword, nothing but matter.

Zong Hongfei knew that this was the realm of the unity of man and sword that Master often said, and it was also what he pursued.

In Zong Hongfei's eyes, Boss Qiao, who he couldn't resist, retreated steadily after facing Lu Yun.

Every attack was quietly resolved.

After the beating until now, Boss Qiao was in a miserable state with many wounds on his body, but Lu Yun was still looking calm and calm.

He was clearly fighting, but he acted as leisurely as if he were strolling in a garden.

This calmness, this confidence and strength made everyone who saw it swallow their saliva and express their shock and fear.

On the other side, Meng Lin was alone and challenged all the Qiao Gang's subordinates.

Wherever Tianqing passed, those people were no match for a single move.

The black clothes and the green clothes were like the dancing gods on the oasis, easily destroying the Qiao Gang's offensive.

Blood spilled into the green shade.

People are like shadows and swords are like dragons.

This was a unilateral massacre between two senior brothers and sisters, beautiful and cruel, gentle and ruthless.

"Did you see clearly?"

Zong Hongfei heard Lu Yun's voice again and nodded hurriedly.

Then, he saw Lu Yun, who had been struggling with Boss Qiao, changed his moves, increased his speed a lot, and pierced Boss Qiao's shoulder with a sword, destroying one of his arms.All this happened in a moment.

Only then did Zong Hongfei know that Lu Yun had deliberately suppressed the speed of his sword in order to let him see clearly.

But now, is the other party's true display.

The sword blade was pulled out, covered in frost, and half of his body was frozen by the ice. Boss Qiao still wanted to struggle, but he saw a thread wrapped around his neck at some point.

The end of the silk thread was in Lu Yun's hand.

It was obviously a soft silk thread, but it gave Boss Qiao a premonition that if he dared to move even slightly, his head would fall to the ground.

Meng Lin also sheathed his sword. In front of him, a bunch of people were lying down, and some people were watching from a distance, not daring to get close to the murderous Meng Lin.

The sky was stained with blood, and Meng Lin casually cut off a piece of the enemy's robe and wiped it clean.

The snow on the Hanjiang River is spotless.

The battle is over.

Behind the two of them, several members of the Ding family were stunned.

Even when Lu Yun came back with Ding Si, they still didn't react.

"You, you..."

Ding San stuttered and couldn't speak at all.

Boss Qiao, who made the entire Desert City fearful and troubled, was defeated like a defeated dog, and was shackled by Lu Yun like a defeated dog.

The other party just stood there, even if the silk thread around his neck was soft, he didn't dare to move.

And all this was accomplished by just two people.

The two people's expressions were relaxed and carefree, as if they were clapping their hands to flick away dust. Their nonchalant expressions shocked Ding Sanda's heart.

Everything is like a dream.

"Senior, thank you."

Zong Hongfei bowed to Lu Yun as a junior.

Although the two were supposed to be disciples of the same generation, the gap between the two was really too big, which shocked Zong Hongfei, who had always thought highly of himself.

And he had a feeling that neither of them was trying their best.

"No, you deserve this."

The Wild Wind Sword Technique is not a secret that is not passed down, and it does not matter if others know it. In other words, the Hidden Sword Sect encourages disciples of the sect to give them some pointers when they meet some sword cultivators outside.

As for the sword cultivator, he has always been generous to his own people.

"When did you master those tricks just now? When can you come to the Hidden Sword Sect to try them out?"

Lu Yun said.

"Then can I go find you, senior, and give it a try?"

As soon as Zong Hongfei finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by Miao Ruoling.

"Stop dreaming. Even if I give you another 100 years, you won't be able to defeat Ayun."

This sentence made people laugh, and the tense atmosphere was finally over.

"What about the antidote?"

This was what Lu Yun said to Boss Qiao.

Boss Qiao looked at Lu Yun with a gloomy expression, his expression unclear, and he was obviously unconvinced.

"Do you know who is behind me?"

He asked fiercely, as if he wanted to regain some face.

Lu Yun curled her lips when she heard the hint of guilt in the other party's words.

"No matter who he is, no matter how big he is, is he bigger than the Nine Sects?"

In this operation, the nine sects are working together, and those demon cultivators are cooperating. Anyone who jumps out now may be seeking death.

Boss Qiao, who was choked by these words, was very angry: "Is it possible that you can represent the Nine Sects?"

Lu Yun's answer to the other party's failure was straightforward.

"I can."

To a certain extent, she can.