Montenegro, which is serious, gives people a very strong deterrent.

The bronze knife in his hand hummed, representing that his master's fighting intent had risen to the extreme.

As Montenegro said, he was not prepared to show mercy.

Lu Yun looked at Montenegro for a long time and slowly spoke.

"If that's what you want, senior, I'll promise."

He invited to fight, and she responded.

Han Jiangxue held it in her palm, the cold temperature made her head extremely calm, she saw the worry in her senior brother's eyes, and also saw Wen Ruyu's frown.

But she also knows that if she wants to leave safely today, the only way to survive is in Montenegro.

Win against Montenegro, it's her choice.

"Let's fight then."

The master who came with Montenegro, after seeing the fighting intent on the two of them, raised his hand and motioned for the rest of the people to get out of the way.

The eyes that fell on Lu Yun were full of anticipation.

Licking his lips, there seemed to be something wriggling in the man's eyes, like tiny white hyphae, which disappeared when he looked at it.

Lu Yun didn't notice this, but she saw the other party's strange expression.

Pursing her lips, after seeing that Montenegro made a gesture of please, Lu Yun didn't mean to respect the old and love the young, and took the lead.

This is no longer the case.

Today's Lu Yun is no longer a Qi Refining Stage disciple who will be crushed at every turn when he sees Black Mountain for the first time.

The long sword was headed, and the frost covered the cave, and in the small environment, the cold brought by the cold river snow was even more amazing.

The cold sword collided with the bronze broadsword, and the sound that erupted, piercing the eardrums, some of the lowly ones, kept retreating, covering their bleeding ears, revealing a frightened expression.

Just with this move, Lu Yun knew that he was still not sure about going to Montenegro, but there was still a possibility of fighting.

Wu Zhuo appeared in his hand, and the power of the heavy sword was irresistible.

The same moves as Montenegro glow with a different kind of vitality in Lu Yun's hands, which belongs to Lu Yun's own comprehension.

Montenegro has an almost untraceable appreciation in his eyes.

The spiritual power fluctuations caused by the fight between the two hit the cave, and the sand and gravel on the top of their heads rolled down, and if it continued like this, it would be impossible to say that it would collapse here.

"You go out and fight."

The master was unhappy to speak.

Lu Yun glanced at each other with Black Mountain, and the two of them chased me out of the cave.

However, in order to prevent Lu Yun from escaping, Wen Ruyu, Meng Lin and the others were surrounded by a large number of demon cultivators.

Outside, there is no need to scruple about making moves, not only Lu Yun, but even the moves in the hands of Montenegro are even more wild and ruthless.

The move was right, and Lu Yun's arm hurt.

The strength of the opponent's every move was transmitted, and it was a heavy blow to her.

She endured the smell of blood in her throat, felt the stinging internal organs, and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Qiansi dragged Han Jiangxue and cooperated with Lu Yun, who was clumsy.

Strong winds swept and trees exploded.

Lu Yun swept over the black mountain with an unclumsy awkwardness, but saw that the other party was lightly catching this move with his hand.

In the next moment, the knife in his hand rushed towards Lu Yun's head.

Lu Yun didn't hide.

At the same time as letting go of Wu Zhuo, he fished out his right hand, and the tail needle was crossed in front of his neck, blocking the knife that almost struck his head.

In the blink of an eye, the tail needle slashed along the blade towards Montenegro's shoulder.

Lu Yun has had many opponents.

But even if those opponents fought against Lu Yun many times, they never knew when Lu Yun would use those weapons during the battle.

But every time those weapons appeared, they were just right.

Just like now, when Montenegro withdrew his hand to avoid the tail needle, a few silk threads strangled over his head.

Tilting his head, dodging, and his body glided on the ground at one end of the distance, the black mountain who had just stood still sensed the cold air on the side.

Han Jiangxue just brushed against his cheek.

It didn't hurt anyone, but it also left a bloody line on his cheek.

Fingers stroked the wound, looking at the damp ruddy on the fingertips, there was a smile on Montenegro's face, but those eyes, cold and cold, seemed to be aroused by Lu Yun.

Wu Zhuo smashed the door opposite, and Black Mountain held the knife in one hand, and with a slash upward, he held Lu Yun's sword.

"Little girl, it's too much."

It was like the sincere advice of the elders to the juniors, but when he said such a black mountain in his mouth, he directly kicked Lu Yun out.

The body smashed against the tree, and the trunk that was forced to be used to unload the force made an overwhelmed sound and collapsed with a bang.

Lu Yun fell to the ground, half-kneeling, coughed a few times, there was a puddle of blood on the ground, Lu Yun wiped the corners of his mouth, and stood up again.

"Senior, I'm still improving, right?"

She asked with a smile, and stepped out, and the fleeting figure returned to the face of Black Mountain, unable to suppress it.

This sword, Montenegro has never been able to pick up, and now, too.

There is no way to rely on Lu Yun to win Montenegro by Wuzhuo, so he treats Wuzhuo as a brick, and this brick is forced to cross between the two.

Every time Montenegro wants to do something, Wu Zhuo will appear even if he shows up to help Lu Yun unload.

The feeling of punching in the air was depressing.

"Humph!"

Black Mountain sneered, squinting his eyes, and the momentum on his body was even worse.

The blade of the knife trembled slightly, and the black mountain raised the knife out, and the cold wind whistled through, bringing the coldness that was more infiltrating than the cold river snow.

This is the ghost energy from the Yellow Spring.

The move that can open the Yellow Spring, the door of the torn Yellow Spring, the evil ghost is at all, and it is engulfed by the sword qi and turned into a part of the black mountain's move.

Lu Yun, who faced this move, could feel the heavy death qi in this move, a move containing the breath of Huangquan, if she resisted hard, she would also be swallowed by those angry deaths.

Lu Yun stared at the other party vigilantly.

But the black mountain's knife was very fast, and Lu Yun knew that he couldn't catch the other party's traces, only to see the other party suddenly disappear in front of his eyes.

The spiritual sense swept away, but there was no human figure.

Lu Yun stood in place, her eyebrows were furrowed, she looked around silently, but it was difficult to catch the slightest trace of Montenegro.

But the other party is by his side, and he conveys a feeling of incomparably danger.

The ubiquitous threat sent chills down Lu Yun's spine.

The naked eye could not catch the existence of the other party, so Lu Yun simply closed his eyes.

And this one, in the eyes of the rest, is arrogance.

"She's not looking for death, is she?" There was a demon cultivator muttering.

They admit that this little girl has good strength, but what is she doing when she closes her eyes at this time, it is difficult to accept her fate and wait for death.

No one could give him an answer.

Lu Yun beckoned and took Han Jiangxue back again, but the one who could lift the sword was his left hand.

Her right hand had been hanging down naturally, her fingers slightly closed, and there was nothing inside.

"Come on!"

She heard her own voice say this.

There was a knife that appeared an inch away from Lu Yun, and the cold glow on the tip of the knife had already stabbed Lu Yun's skin.

A faint scarlet rolled down, and Lu Yun, who should have been split in two by this knife, leaned to the right side, and raised Han Jiangxue with his left hand to parry.

But this time, Han Jiangxue couldn't resist the attack.

A torn wound appeared on the tiger's mouth on her left hand, bloody, and the blood stained the cold river and snow, and dripped down the sword body to the ground.

The white snow and red plums are shocking.