Another storage bag was tucked into the waist.

Han Cong, who was in the fourth ring, squinted his slender eyes, and after two words of pity for Zhang Huai, he lifted his own spirits.

As a core disciple of the Demon Sect, it was too useless to die so uselessly.

Lu Yue walked down from the third ring again, the crowd silently made way for her, and even the Li family, who wanted to fight her to the death before, closed their mouths tightly.

At this time, they were glad that it was the Iron Winged Gong who took over the scene, otherwise......

The Li family is too unworthy to compete with such a ruthless person who is far superior to ordinary people in terms of combat power and intelligence.

Iron Winged Gong took over the scene, and the ancestor would definitely not let the rest of his children and grandchildren lose his life for a grandson who was already dead. That thing, it's the best, it's the best!

At the same time as Han Cong looked at her, Lu Yue was also looking at him, the reason why he was so verbose with Zhang Huai in the third ring, borrowing all kinds of 'potential' to force him, was that he didn't want these guards to touch the trajectory of her attack too early.

Han Cong's eyes shot a stunning light, and the kind of fighting intent that would never flinch made Lu Yue a little surprised.

Glancing back at the bastard, and thinking about it for a moment, she understood why this was the way she was.

Loose cultivation can't afford to lose face, and the four major demon sects can't afford to lose face.

used thunder means to destroy a Zhang Huai, so that the rest of the guards, except for forcing her to show all her skills, there was no second way at all.

Either she dies or they die!

Between her and them, from the moment she broke into the fight, it was doomed, and only one party could survive.

"Han Cong has seen Fang Daoyou!"

"Fang Mei has seen Han Daoyou!"

The two of them used a gesture of please at the same time. One sword, one throwing countless wooden corpses.

He wouldn't be as stupid as Wu Dahai, and let those iron corpses deal with this sword cultivator as soon as possible.

Consuming spiritual power, in Han Cong's opinion, should be based on wooden corpses, and iron corpses should be used for protection and response.

The bastard also had a group of guards, for fear that she would do something inexplicable, but when she saw the sword light swept all the way, one by one's brows frowned tighter.

The original stench of wooden corpses. In addition, it was ploughed all the way by this Fang Mei like cutting melons and vegetables. The splashing corpse water and severed limbs turned the fourth ring into a Shura field in a short time.

Whether it is a monk watching the fight, or a monk watching silently from afar in various teahouses and taverns. I want to cover my nose.

"Good fellows. I didn't expect this side of the Demon Gate. There is also a female sword cultivator who is even more fierce than our family Lu Yue. Fang Chengxu sighed, "Chu Jiaqi, how is it? You challenge her, who wins and loses in the end?"

Chu Jiaqi glanced at Fang Chengxu silently, and when he looked at the female cultivator in the ring again, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

The junior sister hid her fingers, and she had ice muscles, who she wanted to become, if she decided not to let them recognize it, even if it was in person, he was afraid that it would be difficult to recognize.

But he can't recognize the junior sister who doesn't move, can't he recognize the junior sister who uses the sword?

Lu Yue's sword is basically taught by him, and he has been accompanying her to practice swords, how can he not see the familiarity of this Fang Mei's sword?

But...... What does the matter of the Demon Gate have to do with her?

At the same time, when he went out to travel, he was called back to the sect by 100,000 urgently, why did the teachers forget Lu Yue?

Chu Jiaqi couldn't think of a reason, and now he could only watch Fang Mei below desperately.

For all the things he couldn't think of a reason for, Chu Jiaqi subconsciously pressed it, silently stayed away, and didn't pay a little bit of his feelings.

This is true for the Chu family, and the same is true for the sect!

But for Lu Yue, he can't stay out of it!

The four brothers of the Remnant Sword Peak, even the master, were dispensable to him. But there are only two people, and he can't help but take their affairs to heart.

One is the senior brother Qin Tian, and the other is the little sister Lu Yue.

They showed up in his most desperate time.

Over the years, he has tolerated all his shortcomings all the way, silently handled all foreign affairs for him, and let him concentrate on kendo.

Because of Lu Yue's injury, the senior brother slowly became more like a senior brother.

He originally thought that their senior brothers and sisters would always live happily in Remnant Sword Peak.

But the junior sister again and again, she didn't want the protection of the sect, the master, or the protection of all of them, so she went to break into her world by herself......

Chu Jiaqi sighed in his heart, he really didn't know what happened to her outside, using the Samadhi Spiritual Fire to torture and kill the Demon Sect monks.

He believed in Lu Yue's ability, although Han Cong was powerful, and let those corpse refining attack and defense had a basis, but it was only delayed for a while.

What he is worried about now is why she came to fight all the way like this, under a pseudonym as a demon cultivator?

Or......

Chu Jiaqi silently glanced at some places on the third floor.

The various complications of the junior sister seem to be far above him and the senior brother.

And the junior sister has traveled all the way, it seems to be smooth, but in fact, it is much more difficult than him and Qin Tian, it seems that the elders of the division are using her to do something!

Chu Jiaqi clenched the cup tightly, helpless because of the heartfelt admiration that Lu Yue felt every time he mentioned the teachers......

"Smack!"

The sound of the cup breaking made Guan Ni look at him in surprise, "You want to fight so much? ”

Chu Jiaqi threw the broken porcelain aside, gathered his mind and looked at the ring match below seriously.

There was almost no place to stand in the ring, and even the monks watching below unconsciously retreated a few places, otherwise it would be too bad to splash the dirty thing.

“…… This Fang Mei should be changing the stupidest way to let the people of the Demon Gate see her strength. ”

Su Danshui knew that this junior brother was a sword idiot, and when he saw that he was powerful with a sword, he wanted to go over and challenge him. This is not a big problem originally, sword cultivation is to improve himself in non-stop battles.

But now, seeing that Fang Mei's cruel attack, and the third blow, the kind of appearance of pit dead people and angry people who don't pay for their lives, she feels that Chu Jiaqi is not necessarily her opponent.

"She's a smart person. It's a pity that no matter how smart you are, you forget everything in front of fame and fortune. If she loses the fight, everything is not tied, and if she wins, even if the city of scattered cultivation is built, she will not have her life to enjoy. ”

Su Danshui looked at Chu Jiaqi, "No matter if she loses or wins, you are not allowed to challenge others." The people of the four sects of the Demon Gate will definitely not let her stab their eyes alive. You go for the challenge. It is in the hands of others, and when the time comes, people only need to make a little move...... In case - this Fang Mei dies, you are full of mouths, and you can't tell. At that time, scattered demons like Ironwinged Gong would not dare to find the four major demon gates. Will definitely pick up the persimmon soft pinch. ”

Chu Jiaqi's eyes are deep. He hated anyone cursing Lu Yue.

It's just that he understands better. The real possibility of Su Tamsui's words.

That iron-winged man seems to be very protective of her, but if the junior sister sends all her hopes to him, the harvest will only be full of disappointment.

After all, they are demon cultivators. It is impossible to accompany her to fight against the four major demon gates.

Lu Yue and Ben below don't know that the senior brothers and sisters are leisurely watching her fight with others.

She now wants these guards to see clearly, no need to crook the door, no need to pretend to be a ghost, her sword cultivation is worthy of her name.

Only by crippling them and beating them out of fear can they bow their heads in front of her.

She wants to bring back the city of scattered cultivation that has disappeared.

If the Heavenly Dao can no longer come up with any other excuse, let the Tibetan realm suffer from demons again.

"Ding—"

With a cool brow, Han Cong smiled at her, if he can hold on until now, he can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

Especially when I saw the bright red left by the remaining iron corpse that grabbed her shoulder.

Lu Yue's shoulder hurt, and he kicked the iron corpse away, and the samadhi spiritual fire pressed towards Han Cong's eyebrows as promised.

A small wooden corpse that had been guarding behind him, when Lu Yue turned around to kill the iron corpse, suddenly jumped up, and a black tiger plucked out his heart, and actually dug out a hole in the back of its owner's head when his head was just rising.

When Lu Yue turned around, he happened to see the soul shadow floating up with a smile, and without thinking about it, he used another sword to disperse his soul.

An antidote pill was taken into her mouth, and only the little wooden corpse that was only eight or nine years old was left on the stage, after killing Han Cong, it stumbled into the stumps, baring its teeth and rushing towards her.

Lu Yue closed his eyes slightly and kicked it in the direction of the flail master.

The corpses were not human in her eyes, and she killed them just to free them.

But the pain on her shoulder reminded her that she was still soft, the iron corpse that hurt her was a woman, she was unconsciously soft on women, all the refining corpses in the field were cut, but she never cut the female iron corpse that looked like a little delicate, so that it kept jumping.

What's even more ridiculous is that the little wooden corpse she never thought of would be the terminator made by Han Cong, and it was too cheap for him to let his soul fly away with such joy.

Iron Winged Gong and Li Jing frowned together when Lu Yue was injured, the scratch that seemed to be just a skin wound, when she cleaned the wound with spirit wine, a large amount of blood rushed out, and anyone could see that even if it didn't hurt the bones, it was not bad.

There are still six fights, and the later ones may become more and more difficult to break through.

"Five Jin Xiangguo has seen Fang Daoyou, why ~ Fang Daoyou didn't break in?"

Looking at Jin Xiangguo with a grim face, Lu Yue silently pointed to the rules of the fight erected on the side, and on the second article, it was clearly written that after each fight, there was a half-hour break.

After sucking Han Cong's storage bag and body bag, Lu Yue really couldn't stay on the four rings, so he turned around and flew to the three rings.

Two medium-grade Anzedan, one for internal use and one for external use, are directly crushed and pressed to the wound.

In fact, when she did this, she had already stolen a hundred steps ointment in her hand that was better for external injuries. A cool, the fire and the beating of flesh and blood, all pressed down, found a clean strip of cloth from the storage bag, and tied it tightly.

The bastard was very angry when she saw that she simply took out another Dan bottle and poured Dan into her mouth!

The corners of Luo Xi'er's mouth were slightly raised, is this the case, at this time, Xi Dan, that is looking for death.

As for the female iron corpse that injured her, and the little refining corpse that she didn't kill until the end, Luo Xi'er felt that this Fang Mei was clearly sending her weakness to the bastard old devil.

I only hope that she can learn this lesson, otherwise the next six fights will definitely be difficult.

In the pill bottle was a mixed healing pill that Lu Yue had prepared a long time ago, except for the antidote pill that she didn't eat again, the nectar pill inside also had a tonic elixir, and a piece entered her mouth.

Jin Xiangguo was extremely depressed, he thought that this Fang Mei was injured and his chance had come.

As a result, she didn't even rest before, but now she is resting with him.

"It's time, Fang Daoyou, please!"

When there was still a small tuft of sand left in the hourglass, he was urging.

Lu Yue slowly walked from the third watch to the fifth beat, seeing this person's eager face, he couldn't help but sneer, "Sure enough, the king of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, and you can't delay the fifth watch." ”

"Haha! That's right, the envoy of Hades, black and white impermanence are already waiting," Jin Xiangguo also sneered, "Even if Daoyou takes time, how long can it be delayed?"

"Daoyou are so sure, they are waiting for me?"

"Hehe, it's a fact that Daoyou was injured, even if it is a small injury, now for you, it is equivalent to a fatal injury. ”

Lu Yue slanted his shoulder, "In this way, I really have to delay a little time this fight." ”

"Huh, delay time?" Jin Xiangguo sneered, "You think I'm that idiot from Zhang Huai?"

"Aren't you stupid? If you weren't stupid, you wouldn't be here now, and you wouldn't have farted with me. ”

"You ......"

When Jin Xiangguo was about to scold angrily, he heard a cold snort from the bastard ancestor, obviously the ancestor was impatient with him stalling here.

Zhang Huai's lessons from the past, how can Jin Xiangguo be willing to step?

Between the slight movements of his soul refining banner, a group of imps rushed out, and the people in the audience who reacted quickly were eager to scold and shameless.

A group of imps who don't seem to be more than ten years old, let the flail master who destroyed the little refining corpse with his own hands, and proclaimed his Amitabha Buddha even loudly.

"Ding!" Lu Yue raised his sword in his right hand, "Not a single ghost king will come out, Jin Xiangguo, what should I say about you? naïve? You are really ridiculously naïve, can they enter my body protection aura?"

"Hehe, they naturally can't tear apart the Daoyou's body protection aura, but what about her?"

A female ghost king dragging two little soul shadows made the people who were close to the fifth ring take a step back as soon as they came out.

"This is a very rare child and mother three souls, this woman was originally pregnant with twins, but in fact, she is just a mortal," Jin Xiangguo was satisfied with Lu Yue's changing face, "They have grown into ghost kings, which is really beyond my expectations." How about it? Do you like this meal?"

Do you like it?

When she was a ghost back then, of course she knew the power of the soul of the son and mother, the son protects the mother, the mother protects the son, the more tormented the soul flag, the greater their resentment, and it is not uncommon to be the ghost king.

There was no black mist in the field, although it would dilute a lot of horror and make these ghost ghosts more soul-consuming, but Jin Xiangguo couldn't take care of this.

Bastard Ancestor said, no matter what, you have to see clearly how this Fang Mei got out of trouble in the Thousand Souls Devouring Body Array.

Lu Yue watched the female ghost king roar and tear up, and when the two little ghosts walked in sync, she suppressed the urge to see Gu Lingze, and when she turned her hand, a spirit sheep was thrown straight by her on the spot.

The ghosts who originally rushed towards her pounced on the spirit sheep together, and Jin Xiangguo was surprised, and was about to drink it was already too late, and the silent sword qi, with the scorching heat of the samadhi spiritual fire, rushed straight into his brain.

"See clearly, how do you feel?" Lu Yue sucked the Soul Refining Banner into his hand and turned to the bastard old demon.

The bastard old devil suddenly looked surprised when he saw the monks around him, and he only felt his back tingle, "...... Sanyang ...... Borrowing Yang, aren't you afraid of damaging Shouyuan?"

"Shou Yuan, what is that?" Lu Yue sneered, recovering the heat of his body with his spiritual power, "Below twenty breaths, senior, you say, how many Shouyuan will God want from me? one day, ten days, or one hundred days?" (To be continued.) )