Qi Zhangyuan just stood up.
"Qin!" There was a sound of the sword, and the body of the sword, as clear as water, touched his neck.
Lu Mingshu lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Is there any other way, if you don't use it, it will be too late."
Qi Zhangyuan showed a wry smile: "Nephew Lu, for the sake of our fellow disciples, can you let me die in peace?"
Seeing that she did not object, Qi Zhangyuan continued: "I thought that I had overestimated your strength by more than three points, why did you still lose to you? In terms of profound strength and exquisite moves, even if it is not as good as you, it is not far behind. How much? It can even be said that with their help, my profound strength is deeper than yours."
Lu Mingshu said indifferently: "So what if the profound strength is profound? How does it compare with powers of different levels? Would you be afraid of a mortal with incomparable strength?"
Qi Zhangyuan was taken aback. This was an answer he had never thought of. What level of power could be said to be power of a different level? But recalling the battle just now, it seems that only this explanation is reasonable. Her sword moves, her profound strength, don't look surprising, but there is an indescribable mystery.
"Did you rest in peace?" came a cold voice.
The corner of Qi Zhangyuan's mouth was bleeding, and he nodded while smiling: "Okay, okay! Nephew Lu, thank you very much."
After the words fell, he closed his eyes, as if he was about to stretch his neck and kill him.
I didn't expect this battle to end so soon. It took a long time for Master Yuwen to come back to his senses, and sighed: "Under the suppression of strength, what's the use of more scheming? Really, it's a pity..."
This sentence was once used by them to describe Lu Mingshu, and it is also suitable to describe them now.
Just when he was about to turn his head, he suddenly saw Qi Zhangyuan's hand move, Master Yuwen was taken aback, and blurted out: "Be careful—"
However, his warning was too late, at the same time as the words came out, a phantom flew out of Qi Zhangyuan's arms, and rushed straight towards him with incomparable speed.
This phantom looked at Piao Miao, and when it appeared, it made people feel extremely dangerous. A martial artist's cultivation base is high, and his intuition is very sensitive. This kind of feeling often represents stronger strength.
At this moment, I don't know how many people are worried.
The elders of the Zhou faction all hoped that this phantom would take Lu Mingshu's life, so that they would still have room to turn around. The Anti-Zhou faction hoped that Lu Mingshu would escape safely, and if she died here at the last moment, the success would be in vain.
The phantom hit Lu Mingshu, and a golden light swept from her fingers. In an instant, with a bang, the phantom turned into thick fog. And that golden light expanded into a golden mask, covering Lu Mingshu inside.
The golden light interlaced with the dense fog, and only a figure was vaguely seen floating in it, but the specific situation was unknown. Master Yuwen held his breath, and his palms were covered in cold sweat for a while.
At this time, on Qingyu Peak.
"Crack!" There was a sound of cracking porcelain.
"Young Master?" Xie Changhui was startled, and when he looked back, the cup in Xie Lianzhen's hand shattered into powder.
He looked down at the broken porcelain in the palm of his hand for a while, and then said softly: "It's nothing."
That being said, he clenched his fists.
In the Goddess Ruins, the golden light and dense fog finally dispersed, Yuwen Master rushed forward: "Nephew Lu?"
Lu Mingshu's figure was still standing firmly, but a bloodstain appeared on her chest.
"Hahahaha!" Qi Zhangyuan laughed out loud, showing deep malice for the first time on his face that had always been hidden very well, "Mr. Lu, do you know what is the most dangerous thing in this world? It's not Gao Chao Your swordsmanship is not a wonderful secret skill, but the human heart! As long as the human heart is sinister enough, there will be even more terrifying killing moves. How? Even if you are much stronger than me, you have been plotted by me!"
"Qi Zhihe!" Yu Wenshi choked, and drew his sword out of its sheath, "Even if Nephew Lu is dead, you don't want to live!"
Qi Zhangyuan looked at him and showed a contemptuous smile: "Master Yuwen, brother Yuwen, do you think you are very powerful? To tell you the truth, I have never put you in my eyes! In terms of scheming, you are not sinister enough. In terms of nature, You are not fair enough, you are not relying on both ends, it is you who are talking about. With you like this, you will never be able to sit in the head of the sect!"
Master Yuwen was breathing heavily and looked at him fiercely.
Qi Zhangyuan didn't care, although at this moment, he was kneeling and standing with Master Yuwen, but mentally, he was looking down at Master Yuwen.
Master Yuwen is an old fox after all, after he calmed down a bit, he knew that this was the provocative words of Zhang Yuan. He can't be the head, he does have personality factors, but it's more the result of a power struggle.
"Qi Zhihe, what's the point of saying this? Even if you kill Nephew Lu, you're dead! A dead person is not your turn to be proud. You killed Nephew Lu today just to let others taste the victory." fruit."
"Hahaha!" Qi Zhangyuan laughed, "I said, it's not worth looking at you. Do you think that the meaning of all battles is who wins? How do you know that the process of fighting is not a kind of fun ? Even if I die today, I will have no regrets if I can win against such an opponent."
"You..." It was the first time Master Yuwen knew that Qi Zhihe was such a character after many years of being brothers and sisters. Facing this kind of person, he is completely helpless. Even if he dies, it seems that he has lost.
Master Yuwen deeply felt a sense of powerlessness.
Suddenly a voice sounded: "Who said I'm dead?"
Zhangyuan Qi's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Lu Mingshu who was not far away.
Lu Mingshu's figure swayed, and he slowly stretched out his hand to press his chest. With a little force, he took out a light flying knife and threw it in front of him: "Qi Zhangyuan, are you too confident? With such a thing, you can Want my life?"
"..." Qi Zhangyuan's face was terribly pale, and he murmured, "Impossible, how is this possible..."
This thing is his bottom-of-the-box trick. It has never been shown in front of others. Even if he is confident, it is difficult to avoid it. How could she...
Mysterious light emanated from the palm pressing on the wound, and the wound healed quickly, and the bleeding soon stopped. Lu Mingshu approached slowly and looked down at him: "Have you forgotten what I said before? A mortal, even if his strength is infinite, would you be afraid of him? To you, unimaginable power, to me, but in this way."
"you… "
"I'm sorry, Master Qi, for letting you die with regret."
After the words fell, she didn't even give him a chance to speak, she turned the sword slightly, the sword light jumped up, and the human head rolled down.
In the end, Zhangyuan Qi still stared in disbelief.
There was no sound.
The elders of the Zhou family stared at this scene with wide eyes, as if they still didn't believe that Zhang Yuan Qi lost his life just like that.
"Okay, it's your turn." The girl's soft voice sounded like a devil in her ears, "Don't resist, I can make you die a little easier..."