Lou Qianxue's thick and long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fair and delicate face was cold, beautiful and otherworldly.
She stepped over the body of Black Hawk on the ground and walked forward step by step.
The white dress fluttered in the wind, dancing gracefully, making her look like a white butterfly.
A hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of the man in the dark who was madly suppressing Lou Qianxue with his mental power.
"This woman is more powerful than I thought."
His handsome face frowned slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure, but soon relaxed: "Even so, you can't be my opponent."
He stepped out.
No one knew when Lou Qianxue stopped walking.
"Your senses are very sharp, and it seems that your mental strength is not low." The young man dressed in Saint Pagoda clothing said slowly to Lou Qianxue with the arrogance in his bones.
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows, and the surge of mental power in her sea of consciousness already allowed her to know what the other person looked like.
It was a strange face, it was a strange person.
"You want the Holy Luck?" This was the only reason Lou Qianxue could come up with. In the battle for the Holy Son, the victor can seize the Holy Luck of the defeated and make it his own.
She had no grudge against the other party, and apart from Holy Luck, she could not think of any reason for the other party to attack her.
"No." The young man from the Holy Tower raised his chin slightly and said disdainfully: "Your little bit of Holy Luck, do you think I am worthy of it?"
In fact, Lou Qianxue has quite a bit of Saint Luck. She turned around and stared at the Saint Pagoda disciples with her cold and beautiful eyes: "I've heard that the Saint Pagoda disciples have high cultivation and are very powerful. I also want to see them, but before that, I still want to know - why?"
She and Santa clearly had no grudges against each other.
“Humph!” The young man from the Holy Tower snorted coldly, his face twisted for a moment, looking very ferocious: “You owe me an arm!”
"Ridiculous." Lou Qianxue's eyes fell on the man's arms. The man had both arms intact. How could she owe him an arm
"Before the battle for the Holy Son began, someone killed my fellow apprentice for you, injured my arm, and caused my arm to be broken. I will not be at peace until I take revenge... Don't blame me for taking my anger out on you, because all of this was caused by you. If you want to blame someone, blame that man for meddling in other people's business!"
In a flash.
Lou Qianxue recalled the destroyed invitation letter from Tan Taiyuan before the Battle for the Holy Son began, and the flames on top of the Holy Tower at that time.
Yes, at that time, it must be these people who were commenting on her, and Tan Taiyuan knew about it. For her, Tan Taiyuan killed this person's junior brother and injured this person's arm, so this scene happened today...
After knowing the cause and effect, Lou Qianxue's eyebrows relaxed and she smiled, "So that's how it is."
There was no trace of panic, fear, or timidity on that beautiful little face - this was a little different from what the disciples of the Holy Pagoda had imagined.
"Can I ask you another question?" Lou Qianxue asked, "What's your name?"
"Ke Qingsong!" After the Saint Pagoda disciple announced his name, his brows furrowed. His patience gradually disappeared. He was already thinking whether he should just attack and crush Lou Qianxue...
"Ke Qingsong, right?" Lou Qianxue nodded...
brush!
The black gold meteorite suddenly appeared.
"Since Tan Tai has taken your arm, then your arm is no longer necessary."
next moment!
boom!
A powerful force suddenly exploded.
whoosh!
The bright sword light flashed like thunder and lightning in the night...
clang!
Holy Pagoda disciple Ke Qingsong did not expect that facing a Holy Pagoda disciple like him, Lou Qianxue not only did not retreat, but even dared to attack before him
(End of this chapter)