Chapter 294: A Lone Sword

Not far from the ruined temple where Duan Rong was hiding, in the field about 70 to 80 feet away, Lv Qingzhu, dressed in light green, was fighting with the blood monk Wuxiang.

A light green figure and a dark red figure flickered back and forth!

Lv Qingzhu's sword shadow seemed light and flickering, but it was profound and powerful...

Lv Qingzhu suddenly slapped the blade of the ring knife in Wuxiang's hand with a sword, and then took advantage of the situation to leap up, and the sword shadow flipped, slashing towards Wuxiang's right shoulder.

Wuxiang's ring knife was heavy and powerful, but his body was as flexible as a loach. He drooped his shoulders and avoided Lv Qingzhu's sword.

Although his shoulder avoided Lv Qingzhu's cut, his old monk robe, which he had worn for who knows how many years, was picked up by Lv Qingzhu's sword and flipped over his shoulder.

Although the monk's robe was dark red and old on the outside, the inner layer was scarlet and blood-red, bright and dazzling...

Wu Xiang saw that his monk's robe was torn, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Wu Xiang's Xumi sword technique has been practiced for more than ten years. The sword in his hand was heavy and had two cracks, but he always used this sword and never changed it, because his sword technique was not known for its sharpness.

After a fight with Lu Qingzhu, Wu Xiang was quite shocked. With his cultivation, if it was an ordinary second-level warrior in the Qi realm, he would have been smashed into mud by his Xumi sword.

But Lu Qingzhu not only blocked his attack, but also there seemed to be some strange power in his sword moves, which was slowly seeping out, and had begun to suppress him...

After all, he was in a life-and-death battle, and Wu Xiang's perception was much more acute than usual.

As Lu Qingzhu's sword shadow flickered, the strange power that slowly seeped out was the sword intention.

Sword intention was originally a realm that could only be comprehended by the strong in the cyclone realm after condensing the cyclone.

The warriors in the true qi realm could not even touch the edge.

But the Hanmei sword technique that Lu Qingzhu practiced had its own special features.

When Lu Qingzhu chose the martial arts of the true qi realm, she originally chose several martial arts based on her own preferences and her father's advice.

These martial arts of the true qi realm are also quite famous in Taiyi Sect. Many elders with outstanding achievements in the elders' hall have chosen these martial arts when they were young.

It can be said that these martial arts have been verified by countless sages.

But when Lu Qingzhu showed these martial arts to A Weng, A Weng said that these martial arts were not suitable for her.

At that time, Lu Qingzhu was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and was in the innocent age of youth.

She grabbed A Weng's beard and refused to let go, asking A Weng, if these martial arts were not suitable, then what should she practice?

Aweng told her to come back in a few days, but she refused. Aweng persuaded her to leave after much persuasion.

A few days later, she went to see Aweng again, and Aweng really gave her a martial art, which is the Hanmei Sword Technique that she is practicing now.

This Hanmei Sword Technique was created by Aweng specifically for her.

Aweng lived alone in a secluded valley. On the cliff opposite the cave where he lived, there was a Hanmei growing in the cracks of the rocks!

Although this thin plum tree was bitter and cold, it would bloom as scheduled every December, facing the flying snow, and blooming a few small flowers on the cliff.

Aweng created this martial art based on the artistic conception of this Hanmei tree and combined it with Lu Qingzhu's temperament.

Because this martial art was created by Aweng, it fits Lu Qingzhu's temperament very well.

Originally, with Lu Qingzhu's realm of true energy, it was impossible to touch the edge of the sword.

But the lonely artistic conception of Hanmei is in tune with her mind, and her mind is faintly echoing with the artistic conception that Aweng deliberately infused when he created this martial art. Therefore, when Lu Qingzhu was practicing this martial art, as her comprehension deepened, she could gradually seep out a trace of sword intent.

But this sword intent is not the real sword intent, so it is not a martial arts realm.

It is a combination of the mental state and the strange sword moves, which achieves an effect similar to sword intent.

But this additional effect has benefited Lu Qingzhu infinitely.

Because this is not the real sword intent, it can only seep out slowly as Lu Qingzhu's mind is focused.

Therefore, at the beginning, Lu Qingzhu's sword edge was not so powerful, but as the Hanmei sword technique was performed one by one, Lu Qingzhu gradually felt that she had transformed into the thin plum on the cliff.

She pursed her lips, her eyes were clear and calm, and a sense of loneliness faintly flowed from her heart and the tip of her sword...

Wuxiang suddenly felt a huge pressure!

The sword in Lv Qingzhu's hand at this time not only has lethality at the tip of the sword, but also has strong lethality within half an inch around the tip of the sword. Just now, he was a little careless and his finger was almost cut off.

The back of Wuxiang's hand holding the knife was bloody and bloody. He thought about it and saw blood threads wriggling and interweaving on the back of his hand, and the skin instantly recovered.

Wuxiang's lips were chapped, and when he looked at Lv Qingzhu, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

He knew very well that he could no longer beat Lv Qingzhu.

He had been walking in the martial arts world for more than ten years, and he could be said to have killed countless people, but he had never seen such terrifying martial arts as Lv Qingzhu.

When they first fought, Lv Qingzhu was indeed at the second level of the Qi Realm, but now, he was no longer sure?

The tip of the sword has strong lethality within half an inch! Isn't that the legendary sword intent and sword light?

How could such a thing appear in the hands of a Qi Realm warrior?

Who is this woman?

At this moment, Lu Qingzhu once again picked a monk robe with a phaseless shoulder, but this time as the monk's robe was damaged, there was still a piece of flesh and flesh ...

There was no pain in the phase, and the body was violent.

Lu Qingzhu pursed his lips, his eyes were bright and clear, without a trace of waves, nor a trace of killing.

But she is lonely!

The thin plum that grows on the cliff, fights with the barren rock wall, fights with flying snow, and has only a lonely shadow, but she still stands proudly, and flows to the sky. Come!

The lonely fragrance is scattered between the heavens and the earth! No one has sniffed, but it has existed. Isn't it?

Lonely plum!

Sword of the lonely!

Lonely!

Lu Qingzhu's Jianfeng scratched his throat!

Although there is no phase body, although the sword Feng has not arrived, the half -inch sword can also open his throat!

At the moment of life and death, the scalp of the phaseless scalp was like an over -electricity. His goosebumps were stunned. At the same time, the blood in the pores next to each goose bumps burst out!

The intensive creeping blood wire, like a living creature, instantly gathered, blocking Lu Qingzhu, a sword!

His faceless face was pale and sweaty, and his neck had a touch of blood stains. At this time, he was disappearing at the speed of visible to the naked eye.

Lu Qingzhu watched the fascinating blood line floating in her body. She had always knew the blood education, and she also knew the many magical and weirdness of the blood and blood.

Lu Qingzhu was just a little stagnant, and he flickered again, attacking without phase!

With the protective body of the dirty blood, the fear in the eyes of the eyes faded a lot, and once again fought with Lu Qingzhu.

Suddenly, Lu Qingzhu's sword shadow was like a tide, but the heavily quitting the knife, but keeping the portal, such as rocks, he couldn't move.

Lu Qingzhu's next killing tricks all resisted the live body blood wire that was turned into the blood of the blood.

Almost both of them spent their best, consumption of great consumption!

Lu Qingzhu consumes really angry!

In addition to consuming real gas, he is still consuming his "blood" of his whole body!

Lu Qingzhu's sword recruitment is very powerful, and every time he concentrates to resist the creep, it also consumes great consumption.

Both began to pant, and their breathing was unstable.

The phaseless is now gambling. Whether Lu Qingzhu's true gas is consumed first, or his body is consumed first.

With the current combat power of Lu Qingzhu, as long as the blood and blood magic cannot be urged, Lu Qingzhu can kill him with a sword!

Just under the dry consumption here, a figure came from the edge of the dense forest not far away!

It is the old farmer with Tao Yan's skull!

The old farmers watched the moment when the team was here, and they would leave when they turned around!

Although he didn't know Lu Qingzhu, he knew that the blood monk had no phase!

With the horrible combat power of non -phase, he was picked up with a monk robe, and he was forced to use the dirty blood magic. He looked at his face pale and sweaty. There are not much.

The woman can force the blood monk to this point, and her horror can be imagined.

The old farmer did not want to stop for a moment, and immediately it was like escaping here.

But the moment when the blood monk saw the old farmer, he was happy.

Although the martial arts realm of the old farmers is only in the micro, his dirty blood magic has achieved the second layer, just like himself!

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The second layer of the blood and magical power of the blood is enough to block Lu Qingzhu's attack!

No phase shouted: "Old farmers, don't leave! We killed this woman together!"

When he heard Wu Xiang shouting, the old farmers not only did not look back, but also pace faster.

"Old farmers, such a stunning woman, do you let go like this? You see, she is much more beautiful than Ge Qingchuan!"

"Ge Qingchuan?" The old farmer was stunned, and his footsteps were slightly stagnant.

The old farmer turned around, and he looked at himself and looked at him. The two were fighting. If he retired at a glance, he should not afford to him.

Because he just saw the woman's back from a distance and did not see her face.

He is just curious, he doesn't believe it, this woman can be more beautiful than Ge Qingchuan.

The old farmer stood there from a distance, waiting to see Lu Qingzhu's face. Coincidentally, as soon as he came over, Wu Xiang and Lu Qingzhu interchangeable.

The old farmer saw Lu Qingzhu's face at a glance.

In the moment of the world, solidify there!

At that moment, he was nailed to the place!

He is all the aunts of Yamano Village, like Ge Qingchuan, and he is already shocked!

But Lu Qingzhu is different. Lu Qingzhu does not have the attitude of Ge Qingchuan. She is a natural dusty temperament born from the inside!

Seeing the old farmers walked back, knowing that there was a drama, she was happy and called, "Old farmers, her true anger is not much. You urge the second layer of the dirty blood magical power, we both consume her together."

"As long as she is really dry, this woman is yours! Such a stunning, you will definitely not encounter the second one in your life!"

The old farmers spoke to Wu Xiang. He has already seen at this time that the two are consumption of drying, see who consumes to who!

"Do you really let me be given to me?" The old farmer suddenly shouted.

Wu Xiang said angrily: "Although I am cruel, I always keep my word. If you don't believe me, get out!"

The old farmer chuckled, he knew that Wu Xiang was just like that.

The old farmer's eyes swept across Lv Qingzhu's fat face and waist, and the heat in his lower abdomen was stronger than before.

He touched the collar of his chest, where there was a bottle of strong aphrodisiac in the inner pocket of the collar...

He glanced at Lv Qingzhu, who was pale and had a layer of sweat on his forehead, obviously exhausted.

Besides, he had the second level of the dirty blood magic to protect his body, so he could really fight!

The old farmer suddenly jumped up and jumped onto the big beech tree next to him. There was a bird's nest on the branch of the beech tree. The old farmer stood next to the branch, put Tao Rong's head in the bird's nest, and then landed.

The moment the old farmer landed, blood burst all over his body. He took out a chopping knife from his waist and rushed into the battle group!

The old farmer's martial arts realm is only subtle, and he is not at the same level as Lu Qingzhu and Wuxiang.

However, his dirty blood magic has achieved the second stage, which is not inferior to Wuxiang at all. As soon as he joined the group, he began to harass Lu Qingzhu.

The old farmer seemed dull and sluggish, but he was actually very cunning. He only swung his knife to harass Lu Qingzhu when she attacked Wuxiang. Once Lu Qingzhu turned her sword towards him, he immediately put away his knife and only used the dirty blood magic to block Lu Qingzhu's attack. At this time, behind Lu Qingzhu, the blood monk Wuxiang's ring knife smashed towards her with the momentum of Sumeru.

Lu Qingzhu was stretched back and forth, exhausted.

The old farmer and Wuxiang gradually formed a pincer attack on Lu Qingzhu, forcing Lu Qingzhu to retreat step by step!

The true energy in Lu Qingzhu's dantian was getting less and less. She looked at the two monsters in front of her with blood threads floating and wriggling all over her body, and a touch of fear rose in her heart.

She glanced at the official road in the distance behind the two men, and saw that the thick smoke on the official road had dissipated...

She was thinking, where is Ah Mo?

She suddenly thought that she was stopped by someone, and Ah Mo must have been stopped by someone, and Ah Mo hadn't come to her for so long, it seems that the person who stopped Ah Mo must be strong!

As Lu Qingzhu thought so, she suddenly found that she had been forced to the door of the ruined temple not far away by the two men.

The two men obviously did it deliberately, trying to force her into the ruined temple and further compress her space for maneuver.

Although Lu Qingzhu understood the two men's thoughts, now the two men joined forces and had firmly suppressed her, she had to be forced by the two men to retreat one foot into the temple gate.

As soon as Lv Qingzhu stepped into the temple gate, she suddenly saw a body lying on the ground at the entrance of the temple. The body was cut in half, and blood was wriggling at the broken waist...

Looking at his clothes, it was obviously the fortune teller...

Lv Qingzhu was delighted. She had seen Duan Rong and the fortune teller enter the ruined temple one after another.

She thought that Duan Rong had killed the fortune teller and was still in the temple, so he could help her to scout the enemy.

Lv Qingzhu took the initiative to retreat into the ruined temple, and suddenly found that there was no one in the temple. There was only a piece of rag fluttering in the collapsed corner...

Obviously, after Duan Rong killed the fortune teller, he escaped from the collapsed hole...

The blood monk Wuxiang and the old farmer were shocked when they saw the body of the fortune teller!

The blood monk Wuxiang saw with his own eyes that the fortune teller chased Duan Rong into the ruined temple, so how could he be killed in return?

Ge Qingchuan deployed his troops and arranged his opponents, but he tried his best to arrange the situation so that the strong would face the weak.

How could the fortune teller be killed so casually?