Lu Mingshu snorted, took a few steps back, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

But she was in a good mood.

With the sword just now, she calculated the correct direction, pierced into Zhou Yinru's arm, and condensed the silk with mysterious power, penetrating through!

Without the knack of condensing the element, without the protection of the true element, it was very fragile, and it was swept away by the blade condensed by her Xuan power, almost shattered.

Zhou Yinru's arm is useless, even if she is saved with an elixir, she can't hold a sword - maybe there is a panacea that can recast the trick, but that kind of treasure can be called priceless, is Zhou Yinru worth it?

"My hands, my hands!" Zhou Yinru cried out with her arms crossed.

Her wound didn't look serious, but there was an extra bloody hole in her arm, and the wound was no more than half an inch. This kind of injury is no different from broken skin in the eyes of martial artists, but Zhou Yinru couldn't control her crying.

Ruixiang's face was full of surprise: "Miss!" She felt that the injury was not serious, but Zhou Yinru's performance was too exaggerated, and her tears and snot came down.

How did she know that Zhou Yin was so painful that she couldn't even speak. What she really hurt was not flesh and skin, but the knots. The sword qi was poured into the meridians, crushing the guan qi to pieces, as if the flesh and blood were torn alive, and the pain was unbearable.

"Medicine, medicine, hurry up, you shit!"

was scolded by Zhou Yinru, Ruixiang hurriedly took out the pill and stuffed it into her mouth.

Zhou Yinru took the medicine, relieved for a while, and the pain was relieved. She looked at Lu Mingshu, her eyes full of hatred: "Kill, kill her!"

"Second Miss?" the black-clothed entourage hesitated.

"What, my order doesn't work?" Zhou Yinru's expression was distorted, "Is it only useful for my sister to come and say?"

The black-clothed entourage thought for a moment and stepped forward.

He hesitated, not only because Zhou Yinru's order was irrational, but also because the current situation was not very favorable to his side.

In the blow just now, he injured Lu Mingshu, but before, he was also injured by Lu Mingshu. Both sides were wounded. Zhou Yinru looks at it like this, it can be regarded as a half-waste, and Ruixiang's strength is only better than nothing.

Before, three to one, their own side won steadily, but now their own strength has suffered a big loss, but the other party has only suffered a small loss, and the balance of strength has been narrowed.

However, he couldn't help but listen to Zhou Yinru's orders.

The black-clothed entourage gathered in the palm of his hand, at first it was the most ordinary light gold, but as the power became stronger and stronger, the fluctuations became more and more intense, and the color gradually deepened. In the end, it turned black!

The black-clothed entourage shouted violently, and the black Xuanguang shot out with the fist print, and hit straight away.

After the blow just now, he didn't dare to underestimate Lu Mingshu anymore. From swordsmanship to mentality, this girl doesn't look like a junior disciple who has just fused into the realm, even if she is a veteran, she is only at this level. It's this punch, with all your might, without reservation!

The black fist mark pressed like a mountain, and Lu Mingshu grabbed his long sword and greeted him, as if he wanted to compete with him for Xuanli.

The black-clothed entourage was secretly happy that he wanted to compete with him for Xuanli? It would be great if this was really good! He had been in the Fusion Realm for six or seven years, and the foundation of Xuanli was not comparable to that of a newcomer who had just entered the Fusion? Not to mention that his Xuanli was already more special than ordinary people......

Wait, no!

Lu Mingshu smiled at him, and the Xuanguang drawn out by the long sword suddenly scattered, but it was not the light mask that was broken, but the sword light was differentiated, and the sword was like a net, stabbing straight in.

"Boom-" The light intersected, the mountains and rocks cracked, and countless dust was raised.

When the dust cleared, he saw Lu Mingshu leaning against the tree, his face pale and blood spilling from his mouth.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Yinru laughed happily when she saw her miserable state, "Little, see if you die!"

"Miss!" Ruixiang looked at not far away from her with a frightened face.

The black-clad attendant stood there as if nothing had happened, but blood quickly stained the place where he was standing red.

On closer inspection, more than a dozen wounds were all over the body, bubbling with blood.

He lowered his head, and in his incredulous gaze, he fell limply.

"Cough!" Lu Mingshu coughed up a mouthful of blood, but with a smile on his face.

She has a secret swordsmanship from a grandmaster, but she has just entered the fusion realm, and she will fight hard with others when she is stupid!

"Do you still want my life?" she looked at Zhou Yinru defiantly, "Come on!"

Zhou Yinru trembled all over, half angry, half painful. For a while, her arm was completely out of order, and she couldn't breathe out.

"Ruixiang!" she shouted, "kill her for me!"

"Miss......" Ruixiang was terrified. Her root bones are not much stronger than Zhou Yinru, and this fusion realm is equivalent to a reward. Even the master specially brought by the Zhou family to protect Zhou Yinru was abolished by Lu Mingshu, she ......

Zhou Yinru's gloomy voice came: "If she doesn't die, then you die!"

Ruixiang gritted her teeth and stepped forward with a sword.

Lu Mingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped forward.

The two made a pair of sword moves, and Ruixiang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, after the competition just now, her Xuan power is no longer enough, and she can still cope with it with her sword moves alone.

Fighting, but it doesn't feel right.

She handed out her sword, and the other party's sword was already on its way, as if it was there waiting for her to crash into it in the first place. If you change your move again, you will be blocked first. Again and again, again and again...... It's not a coincidence at all!

The more Ruixiang fights, the more frightened she becomes, and she wants to accept it, but she finds that she can't help herself.

Lu Mingshu's sword momentum not only continued on its own, but even involved her as well. She wanted to fight back, she wanted to get out, but she couldn't do it at all! It was a two-person battle, but it became a one-man world. She is a puppet who pulls the string, the thread is in the other party's hands, and she can take it when she wants to take it, and let it go when she wants to.

But Zhou Yinru couldn't see it at all, and was still drinking: "What are you doing softly, I told you to kill her, did you hear it!"

Ruixiang couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment. Can't the young lady see that she can't be the master for a long time?

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Lu Mingshu's voice came.

Ruixiang looked up sharply. The two of them collided with their swords, and at a close distance, Lu Mingshu's face was clearly reflected in her pupils, making her think of that day eight years ago.

Lu Qingyi. She remembered the name.

Their mother and daughter have very similar facial features, which are unique to Dongyue women, but they are as weak as willows and cold as the moon.

"You say that my mother is humiliating herself, and that my grandfather is taking advantage of others, is it right?"

The chilly voice brought Ruixiang back to reality.

The little girl from the countryside who they didn't even bother to glance at back then has grown up. This face, which is extremely similar to Lu Qingyi, does not have her mother's weakness, but is cold.

As soon as the opponent's sword body turned, she involuntarily turned around, and then her back hurt, and a sword qi hit it.

"My mother is a village woman, can't climb high to you?"

Another sword qi hit her knee, and Ruixiang "pounced" and knelt down.

The girl in front of her looked at her condescendingly and contemptuously: "It's up to you, and you are worthy?" )