The little sweet concubine of Emperor Zun's family

Chapter 342 Changes (1)

Originally, Xue Luoyue brought everyone in class 21 to train hard, but who thought that Meiniang would approach with ulterior motives, in order to solve the trouble Xue Luoyue had to lure the snake out of the hole and let Meiniang take the lead first.

Now more than two days have passed, in Xue Luoyue's view, it was quite a waste, but fortunately there are other gains.

Mei Niang stared at Xue Luoyue bitterly, her face was full of panic, "No, no, you can't kill me, but I..."

Xue Luoyue was too lazy to listen to her nonsense, and picked up the dagger to end Meiniang's life, at this moment the space distorted, and a terrifying spiritual force attacked Xue Luoyue.

"Dare you, junior!" An old and majestic voice came, and then a withered hand appeared, grabbing Xue Luoyue's head bitterly.

If you get caught, the consequences will be disastrous! .

Xue Luoyue's eyes turned cold, her body bent back instinctively, and at the same time she moved the dagger in her hand to that hand.

There was a loud bang as if it hit a piece of metal, but the withered hand was not damaged in any way.

As if surprised that Xue Luoyue did not forget to attack him at this dangerous moment, that hand paused.

And at this time, Yun Jueshang swayed in place, and came to Xue Luoyue's side, staring vigilantly at the hand in the twisted vortex.

"Pretending to be a ghost..." Yun Jueshang raised the corners of his lips, a stern light flashed in his eyes, before the owner of that hand could react, Yun Jueshang picked up the Nether Sword and swung it fiercely.

Yun Jueshang could tell that the owner of this hand was very powerful, if he didn't strike first when the opponent relaxed his vigilance, he would be at a disadvantage later, and this person might have a relationship with Mei Niang.

"Ah! My hand!" A shrill voice sounded, shaking Xue Luoyue's throat sweetly, and her face turned pale. Xia Zihan and Jun Qingruo felt their eyes were dim, and squatted on the ground hugging each other to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Strong, too strong!This person is much stronger than the mysterious old man Xue Luoyue met, that is, the old man of the orc race. Just the sound makes people feel bloody.

In an instant, Xue Luoyue felt that she was very weak, and she didn't even have the ability to fight this person.

"Qisha old man, really Qisha old man" that hand had two fingers chopped off by Yun Jueshang's sword, no, it was two fingers and a part of the palm.

Yun Jueshang's sword cut off part of the palm directly from the little finger and ring finger, and the wound was bleeding.

An angry voice came from the side of the space vortex, and then the palm suddenly grew bigger and pressed down hard on Yun Jueshang, like the palm of a Tathagata.

Pulling Xue Luoyue behind him, Yun Jueshang let go of the Nether Sword, and greeted him with a powerful aura with both palms. The two palms collided violently, and then separated. The hair behind Yun Jueshang was directly caught by the force. The wind blows.

"Hmm..." There was an inaudible muffled hum from over there, and Xue Luoyue knew that the owner of this hand was injured.

On the other hand, Yun Jueshang kept his face unchanged, looking coldly at the bloody hand.

"Dare to ask where the junior is from?" The hand stopped, and a question came from the whirlpool, as if curious about Yun Jueshang's identity.

"Huh..." Yun Jueshang twitched his lips, looked at the hand with ice-like eyes, and the Nether Sword hovered beside Yun Jueshang, as if fighting with Yun Jueshang at any time.

"Huh?" As if he hadn't expected Yun Jueshang's attitude, the owner of the hand was a little afraid to make a move at first.

Just like that, one person was holding each other, Xue Luoyue caught a glimpse of Yun Jueshang's hand hanging in his sleeve trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)