Chapter 271: Or, take a gamble

At the last moment, Lu Yao and the two swung their swords at each other, and one move decided the winner. The blades of the two sides collided, and with a loud bang, the powerful energy spread out, shaking the rest of the people away, Lu Yao stood firmly in place, but Laneige was shocked and flew back, retreating nearly a meter, spitting blood.

When the dust cleared, Laneige's saber broke into several knots and fell in front of her feet, and the Moon Slashing Sword obediently flew back to Lu Yao, as if to show off, and circled around her twice, waiting for her praise.

Lu Yao smiled lightly: "Chopping the moon, you behaved very well." ”

The Moon Slashing Sword trembled, and was obediently held in Lu Yao's hand. Seeing this scene, Laneige was stunned.

How so?

Just now, she was actually communicating with her own sword. The saber is just a magic weapon, how could Lu Yao communicate with a dead thing that has no life?

"Laneige, you've lost."

"How did you do that? There's something wrong with your sword. What kind of sorcery is this? Why, it seems to understand what you say. ”

Lu Yao smiled: "Don't always feel that what you haven't seen is evil magic." Spells that kill innocents are called true witchcraft. The blue demon is holding a three-grade magic weapon, she didn't tell you, is the magic weapon also spiritual? In particular, they will recognize the Lord's instruments. ”

Laneige was dumbfounded, she never knew this, she always thought that the saber was just a weapon, commonly used, handy, and nothing else. Unexpectedly, the magic weapon also has spirituality.

"My moon slashing is a spiritual weapon. Your skills are not as good as others, your swords are broken, what else is there to say. ”

The Moon Slashing Sword rests on Laneige's neck, and Laneige has nothing to say.

"If you become a king or lose a coward, you want to kill or chop, and you will listen to it. But as long as I'm not dead, I'll be the Guardian. ”

"With you, protect her? Bite off more than one can chew! Your humble cultivation is to be a 'ration' for your sect master? If you want to help her, it seems that this is the only way. Guess if your sect leader will attack you in order to improve his own strength. ”

Lanzhi clenched his fists and looked at Lu Yao stubbornly.

"I'm sure the Sect Master wouldn't do that. I'm different! I'm the one next to her. ”

"Oh, is it? In that case, why don't we make a bet? ”

Lanzhi frowned, the blue demon and Yun Chengye had already hit into the distance, and if they didn't catch up, they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to catch up.

"Laneige, you only have this one chance, I don't think your heart is bad, I don't want you to follow the blue demon and make mistakes again. As long as you cooperate with me, if the Blue Demon has good intentions for you, I will spare your life and let you leave with her. Do you dare to bet with me? Bet your life! ”

Laneige looked at her and nodded without hesitation: "How do you want to bet?" ”

The others couldn't hear what Lu Yao and Lanzhi said, but they saw her with Lanzhi and disappeared in the blink of an eye. After a while, someone chased him out, and it turned out to be Lu Fang, a puppeteer who never showed up.

When he saw the dilapidated mansion, he was anxious, picked up his grandson Chang and asked, "Where is your sect leader?" ”

Sun Zichang was seriously injured, there was only one breath left, and he was frightened by Lu Fang, and now he only had half a mouth left, and pointed in the direction they left.

"The sect leader and the two new traitors fought, and the winner was inseparable, so they went over there."

Lu Fang was in a hurry and chased after him. Before Sun Zichang could call for help, he was thrown to the ground and fainted directly.

When Lu Yao arrived with Lanzhi, Yun Chengye had already hammered the blue demon's puppet into the ground, revealing only one head and unable to move. The blue demon was also injured, retreating while fighting, he no longer had the arrogance just now, looking at Yun Chengye, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.