Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 44

Facing Lu Yun's sudden increase in speed, the two looked at each other in horror.

Since ancient times, there have been those geniuses who gained enlightenment and improved their practice in battle.

But a mere Qi-refining disciple can do it, it can only be said that Lu Yun's understanding surpasses them.

What a monstrous existence this is.

And this kind of aggrieved feeling of being crushed caused the two swords to attract murderous aura.

Lu Yun responded calmly.

The sword moves of the two were a little slow in her eyes, and with You Longying's body skills, they dodged subtly every time.

The two swords, one long and one short, switched freely in Lu Yun's hands.

Lu Yun was familiar with the art of fighting left and right.

When the cold air in the tomb reached a certain level, soft snowflakes condensed in the air.

That beautiful color makes people stop and be intoxicated.

This is the Xuepiaorenjian trick that Feng Yuyao is familiar with.

This time, Feng Yuyao was not caught off guard.

Pulling the flower with the blade of the sword, using spiritual power as a guide, it aroused the flames on the fire phoenix, ready to break through the snowstorm.

The scorching flame rose up, illuminating the world, but Lu Yun's sword remained motionless.

The snow from the cold mountain fell on Lu Yun's eye feathers, and the cool snow quietly melted in the spring.

Song Xiao's sword reached Feng Yuyao in one step.

This was the first time he fought with Lu Yun, and it was also the first time Lu Yun saw the other party strike a sword.

When the sword fell, the spring breeze scattered the silver makeup.

Everyone said that after a harsh winter comes a warm spring, but Lu Yun wanted to let the winter snow freeze the spring wind.

The sword was spinning in his hand, and the edge of the sword stirred the air around him.

With Han Jiangxue as the center, the temperature plummeted, and a blizzard was brewing.

The biting cold forced back the spring that tried to melt the winter.

When a snowflake fell on Song Xiao's cheek, he felt a clear chill.

But the chill didn't come from him.

There is a dark flash in the corner of the eye.

When Song Xiao and Lu Yun fought, Feng Yuyao, who had been skimming by, had a sword by her neck before she found a chance to help.

The small and black blade quietly pressed against his skin.

It's not as cold as Han Jiangxue, but with the warmth that belongs to the owner.

But Feng Yuyao didn't dare to move.

That enthusiasm is the enthusiasm of the poisonous snake whispering in the ear, eager to show its fangs.

Hitting east and west, this is Lu Yun's method.

Many people have seen her Han Jiangxue. Although the needle behind the tail has appeared in front of others, no one has ever seen Lu Yun with both hands showing the sword.

What she hit was that the two of them were caught off guard.

Lu Yun didn't give Feng Yuyao another look.

Song Xiao's sword had arrived behind her, the gentle sword brushed against her shoulder, and a warm current covered the wound.

As in the rumors, Song Xiao's sword does not hurt people.

But that warm current is a gangrene, what it wants to do is to quietly eat away your whole body when you don't think so.

Behind this compassion is the despair that kills people.

Lu Yun's long sword, whose shoulder was injured, swept backwards, while the short sword pierced Song Xiao's abdomen.

Feng Yuyao wanted to strike, but the blade of the sword fell halfway up.

If it was a life-and-death fight, with Lu Yun's move just now, she would be seriously injured if she didn't die.

In this one-on-two match, she lost early, so she shouldn't continue to make moves.

But can Song Xiao win?

Feng Yuyao looked at the other party, she knew Song Xiao very well, this person's talent was comparable to her own.

The other party's heart is also rare.

In Hidden Sword Sect, he kept pace with himself and never held back, while Song Xiao loved himself.

For Feng Yuyao, Song Xiao is not one of her assets to show her status to the outside world.

But this time, the expression on Song Xiao's face told Feng Yuyao that he had no bottom line.

He...can't take Lu Yun down.

With a flash of thought, Lu Yun's sword split a snowflake, and the chill enveloped him.

A sword carries the wind and snow, and it arrives in front of people.

Song Xiao retreated in fear to resist, the back needle that was supposed to point to his face was replaced by Han Jiangxue in an instant.

The afterimage pulled around.

Lu Yun appeared behind Song Xiao, her long sword pointed at his back.

Lu Yun didn't use any strength, and even her spiritual power was withdrawing, but Song Xiao felt that there was such a piece of snow that pierced through her clothes and fell on the bottom of her heart.

The blood was condensed into frost and snow, and the Sanchunshui in Song Xiao's hand was still in the posture of blocking the needle behind the tail.

But the back needle has already withdrawn, and he has already lost.

"you……"

Song Xiao who was standing in front of him couldn't see Lu Yun's expression, but he really wanted to turn around and see that person's expression at this moment.

Is it proud or cold, or is it full of pride.

When Han Jiangxue was put away, Song Xiao turned around.

But all he saw was the calm eyes like an ancient well, which could not be disturbed.

Didn't she take pleasure in defeating them both?
His injuries were not serious, but for a moment, Song Xiao's pupils trembled and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

If Lu Yun didn't hide quickly, she might be sprayed in the face.

Lu Yun, who had never wavered after winning the victory, raised her brows slightly at this moment, with a cool feeling of surprise on her face.

She didn't kill her, so this person won't come to touch porcelain.

Thinking about it, she took another step back, hiding the needle behind her tail, but Han Jiangxue was still in her palm.

She said: "The outcome has been decided."

It should be... the grievances and grievances are eliminated.

"Song Xiao."

Feng Yuyao took a quick step to support Song Xiao, and she saw the desolation in his eyes like a wilderness.

There are cracks on the flat mirror surface, can it still be the same as before?

"Lu Yun, you..."

Feng Yuyao wanted to say something, but what she saw was Lu Yun's gaze.

This is not the first time Lu Yun has seen her.

Same as before, Lu Yun looked at herself, but she never saw herself in her eyes.

This strong sense of neglect made Feng Yuyao's throat sweet.

"go!"

Song Xiao felt the uncontrollable fluctuation of spiritual power in Feng Yuyao's body, and spoke decisively.

Two-on-one and losing, it's humiliation, but also...fear.

Song Xiao, who was breathing steadily, pulled Feng Yuyao and walked outside.

There was no turning back throughout the process.

Feng Yuyao was so angry that her back was stiff and her chest was heaving, but she didn't turn her head.

It wasn't until the two of them completely left the tomb that Lu Yun let out a breath.

"Cough cough!"

After coughing a few times, the corners of his mouth turned bloody.

She was already injured, and she wanted to fight these two people quickly, but she just used all her spiritual power forcibly, and in the end it still caused harm to her body.

Fortunately, it turned out as she wished.

For this familiar yet unfamiliar world, Feng Yuyao and Song Xiao are the shackles that bind her.

And today she cut off the shackles.

Everything in the past was like a cloud of mist, but from then on she was just Lu Yun, not the original owner.

The heartbeat became softer, and the umbrella above the head was still open.

Han Jiangxue stood by her side, Lu Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and her breathing was peaceful.

The cemetery was quiet.

But soon, as if the tomb was being bombed, buzzing sounded everywhere.

That is what attracted the spiritual power in the underground palace to gather here.

The vortex of spiritual power was formed in an instant, and Lu Yun, who was standing there, lowered her eyebrows and had already settled down.

The shackles are broken, the buildings are clear, and the heart is free.

Lu Yun, she... had an epiphany.

The cultivation base of the eighth level of Qi training increased violently, and rushed to the ninth level of Qi training in the blink of an eye.

But the momentum hasn't stopped.

(End of this chapter)