Lu Qiye fiercely inserted the iron arrow in his hand into Lu Qikun's body, and the iron arrow pierced through the flesh and went deep into the hard rock. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Qikun let out a desolate cry, and scarlet blood dripped down the shaft of the arrow to the ground. Wheezing violently, he kept spitting blood, and he was dying with his back against the mountain wall.

"The dignified Seventh Master of the Lu Family, since you are bullying a junior" The voice is like water like a song, clear and beautiful, coming from afar.

Lu Qikun looked at the source of the voice, his pale face was extremely weak, and his vision blurred to look at the woman who came from the sky.

The woman fell in the wind, Liu Yue's eyebrows were bent and elegant, her long black and beautiful hair rose with the wind, and she was dressed in white clothes like a fairy in the dust, which made people can't bear to look directly at the blasphemy.

Lu Qiye looked at the woman who came in the wind, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he looked greedy and teased: "It turned out to be the holy daughter of the Moon God Temple, I haven't seen it for decades, and it is the same as it was back then, elegant and indifferent, which makes people want to have a good time." ”

The color of the holy goddess is still the same, and her eyes as bright as stars seem to be like swords that make people hurt.

"Am I wrong? A beauty like you should be a man's forbidden body" Lu Qiye did not hide his desires.

looked at the saint unscrupulously, and inevitably gave birth to dirty things in his mind, and suddenly laughed lewdly, looking obscene and disgusting.

A strong wind suddenly rose from the clear sky from the east, and the white clothes moved with the wind. The holy woman came in an instant, stretched out her Qianqian jade hand and slapped it at Lu Qiye, seemingly weak but extremely terrifying.

The wind is like a sword, like a sword, like a thousand sharp weapons, falling with the palm of the saint's hand, carrying terrifying power.

Lu Qiye's face suddenly changed greatly, he roared hideously and twisted, and the true yuan in his body boiled like magma. In an instant, he disappeared and appeared in the distance, holding the bowstring for the full moon, and shot arrow after arrow, trying to stop the fall of the palm of the mighty hand.

Countless iron arrows burst through the air, shattering the wind from the sky, but they themselves also turned into debris.

Lu Qiye roared and disappeared in place again, opened the distance and continued to bend the bow and shoot arrows, but he still couldn't stop it, the white palm of the saintess.

"Could it be that the Moon God Temple wants to be the enemy of my Lu family" Lu Qiye yelled and kept retreating, not wanting the other party's palm to fall on him.

The saint was silent, and her palm fell gently, patting on her shoulder with the wind from the sky, like an acquaintance meeting and gently greeting. But Lu Qiye was like a short-term kite, smashing countless big trees and flying upside down, and finally smashed to the ground.

"Even if it's the Lu family, you can't break the rules," the holy maiden's beautiful voice came.

The earth was dragged out of a long trail, and at the end was a huge pit. Lu Qiye kept coughing up blood, his shoulders collapsed, his expression frightened, angry and fearless. He is a great cultivator of the Knowing Destiny Realm, and he is a strong man in the Chu Kingdom, but he still can't resist the other party's palm.

Lu Qiye even thought in fear, if this palm did not fall on his shoulder, but on his chest and head, he would definitely be dead.

"Sacred Realm" Lu Qiye said in horror, the wind blew out from the Linyue Mountain, not like the previous rage.

Several Lu family cultivators appeared beside Lu Qiye, helped the seriously injured Lu Qiye, and left here without looking back, heading towards Xinxian.

The saintess rode the wind and fell in front of Lu Qikun, like the legendary holy lotus in the extremely cold snow-capped mountains, noble and cold that people could not forget.

The weak Lu Qikun squinted his eyes to maintain the last clarity, and wanted to say something but couldn't, scarlet blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and a cool breath entered the body, making Lu Qikun's condition slightly better. The saintess looked at the sword in Lu Qikun's hand, her face suddenly became gloomy, and the gentle wind instantly became violent.

"The green clothes hold the inkstone, and the red sleeves add fragrance." The saint whispered, angry and helpless, and the wind rose on the ground and raged wildly, sweeping the mountains and forests.

Lu Qikun, who had recovered his spirit a little, once again endured unimaginable power, scarlet blood spurted out, and the corners of his mouth smiled bitterly at the current situation. Lu Qikun, who endured the pain, wanted to speak, but he could only babble something, but in the end he was unable to support him and pass out.

"Master" A childish voice sounded, and the little girl appeared next to the holy woman.

The little girl's pink jade carving is extremely cute, and her eyes are as bright as the moon in the sky. The little girl looked at Lu Qikun, who was unconscious and covered in blood, without the slightest fear.

"Master, who is he" The little girl asked, took out the wooden sword on her waist, and gently stabbed Lu Qikun, finding that since the other party did not react, she suddenly felt a little bored.

The saint said softly, "A lost teenager"

It's just that his eyes stayed on the red Hidden Blade, and a long memory came to mind.

The little girl let out a soft "oh".

"Let's go," the saint sighed, waving her hand to lift Lu Qikun, and the three of them disappeared into the mountains.