Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

When Montenegro takes it seriously, it is a very powerful deterrent.

The bronze sword in his hand hummed, indicating that his master's fighting spirit had reached its peak.

As Montenegro said, he was not prepared to show mercy.

Lu Yun looked at Black Mountain for a long time and then spoke slowly.

"If this is what you want, senior, I agree."

He invites a fight and she accepts it.

Han Jiangxue was held in her palm, and the cold temperature made her head extremely calm. She saw the worry in her senior brother's eyes, and also saw Wen Ruyu's frown.

But she also knew that if she wanted to leave safely today, the only way to survive was with Montenegro.

It was her choice to win Montenegro.

"Then let's fight."

The master who came with Montenegro, after seeing the fighting spirit in the two men, cheerfully raised his hand to signal the others to get out of the way.

The look he cast on Lu Yun was full of expectation.

Licking his lips, there seemed to be something moving in the man's eyes, like tiny white mycelium, which disappeared when he looked again.

Lu Yun didn't notice this, but she saw the strange expression on the other party's face.

Pursing her lips, after seeing Heishan making a gesture of invitation, Lu Yun had no intention of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, so she took the lead.

It’s different in the past.

Today's Lu Yun is no longer the Qi Refining Stage disciple who was easily crushed when he first saw Black Mountain.

Where the long sword was pointing, the cave was covered in frost. In the small environment, the coldness brought by the cold river snow was even more astonishing.

The Qinghan long sword collided with the bronze sword, and the sound that erupted was piercing the eardrums. Some of the weak ones kept retreating, covering their bleeding ears, showing frightened expressions.

With just this move, Lu Yun knew that he was still not sure about Black Mountain, but there was still a possibility of giving it a try.

Wu Zhuo appeared in his hand, and the power of the heavy sword was irresistible.

The moves that were exactly the same as those of Heishan took on a different kind of vitality in Lu Yun's hands. This was Lu Yun's own understanding.

There is almost undetectable appreciation in Heishan's eyes.

The spiritual energy fluctuations caused by the fight between the two hit the cave, and sand and stones rolled down above their heads. If this continued, the place would probably collapse.

"You go out and fight."

The master was unhappy and spoke.

Lu Yun and Heishan looked at each other, and the two of them chased each other out of the cave.

However, in order to prevent Lu Yun from escaping, Wen Ruyu, Meng Lin and others were surrounded by a large number of demon cultivator disciples.

Outside, there is no need to worry about the moves. Not only Lu Yun, but also the moves in Heishan's hands are more wild and cruel.

Lu Yun's arms hurt when the moves were matched.

The force of each opponent's move was transmitted to her, and it was a heavy blow to her.

She endured the smell of blood in her throat, felt the stinging in her internal organs, and exhaled a breath.

Qian Si pulled Han Jiangxue and helped Lu Yun, who was holding Wu Clumsy, to cooperate.

Strong winds swept through and the trees exploded.

Lu Yun aimed Wu Zhuo at Black Mountain and swept across it, but saw that the opponent lightly caught the move with his hands.

The next moment, the knife in his hand rushed towards Lu Yun's head.

Lu Yun didn't hide.

While letting go of Wu Zhuo, he fished it out with his right hand and placed the needle behind his neck in front of his neck, blocking the knife that almost cut off his head.

In this blink of an eye, the needle behind the tail slashed along the blade towards Heishan's shoulder.

Lu Yun has had many opponents.

But even if those opponents fought against Lu Yun many times, they still didn't know when Lu Yun used those weapons during the battle.

But every time those weapons appear, they are just right.

Just like now, when Heishan withdrew his hand to avoid the tail needle, several threads strangled him above his head.He raised his head, dodged, and slid his body a certain distance on the ground. As soon as Hei Shan stood still, he noticed the cold air on the side.

Han Jiangxue just brushed against his cheek.

It didn't hurt anyone, but it left a line of blood on his cheek.

He stroked the wound with his fingers and looked at the moist redness on his fingertips. Heishan had a smile on his face, but his cold eyes seemed to be aroused by Lu Yun.

Wu Zhuo smashed at the door from the opposite side. Heishan held the sword in one hand and raised it upward to hold Lu Yun's sword.

"Little girl, this is too much."

It was like the elders were giving sincere advice to the younger ones, but with Hei Shan saying such words, he just kicked Lu Yun away.

The body hit the tree, and the tree trunk that was forced to relieve the force made an overwhelming sound and collapsed.

Lu Yun fell to the ground, half-kneeling, coughed a few times, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. Lu Yun wiped the corners of her mouth and stood up again.

"Senior, I have made some progress, right?"

She asked with a smile, took a step forward, and the erratic figure returned to Heishan again, overwhelming it with all her strength.

Montenegro had never been able to pick up this sword before, and the same was true now.

Lu Yun, who couldn't rely on Wu Zhuo to win the Black Mountain, regarded Wu Zhuo as a brick that stood between the two of them.

Every time Heishan wanted to do something, Wu Zhuo would appear immediately and help Lu Yun offload his energy.

The feeling of punches hitting the air is very depressing.

"Humph!"

Heishan sneered and squinted his eyes, his aura even more intense.

The blade of the sword was trembling slightly. Heishan raised the sword and came out. The cold wind whizzed by, bringing a chill that was more penetrating than the cold snow in the cold river.

This is the ghost energy from the underworld.

The move that can open the underworld, tearing apart the gate of the underworld, the evil ghost is not affected at all, and is swallowed up by the sword energy, turning into a part of Black Mountain's move.

Lu Yun, who was facing this move, could feel the heavy death energy in this move, a move that contained the aura of underworld. If she resisted forcefully, she would also be swallowed up by the death energy.

Lu Yun stared at the other party warily.

But Heishan's sword was very fast, and Lu Yun knew that he would not be able to catch the other party's traces, only to see the other party suddenly disappear in front of his eyes.

His spiritual consciousness swept over him, but no one could be seen.

Lu Yun stood there with her eyebrows furrowed. She silently observed her surroundings, but it was difficult to catch any trace of Black Mountain.

But the other party was right next to him, and he felt extremely dangerous.

The threats that were everywhere sent shivers down Lu Yun's spine.

Unable to detect the other person's presence with the naked eye, Lu Yun simply closed her eyes.

And this one, in the eyes of others, is arrogance.

"She's not looking for death, is she?" Youmo cultivator muttered.

They admitted that this little girl was quite capable, but what was she doing when she closed her eyes at this time? Could it be that she was accepting her fate and waiting for death.

No one could give him an answer.

Lu Yun waved and took Han Jiangxue back, but it was his left hand that was holding the sword.

Her right hand was hanging down naturally, her fingers were slightly folded, and there was nothing inside.

"bring it on!"

She heard her own voice say this.

A knife appeared an inch away from Lu Yun. The cold light from the tip of the knife had already stabbed Lu Yun's skin.

A faint scarlet color rolled down, and Lu Yun, who should have been split into two by the sword, turned her body to the right and raised Han Jiangxue with her left hand to parry.

But this time, Han Jiangxue failed to resist the attack.

There was a tearing wound on the tiger's mouth of her left hand, which was bloody. The blood dyed Han Jiangxue red, and dripped down the sword body to the ground.

The white snow and red plum blossoms are shocking.