"I told you to stop!"
His voice became colder and tougher!
As the words came out, the elemental energy of heaven and earth surged rapidly, and a powerful resistance suddenly appeared in front of Lou Qianxue.
Even the space around her seemed blocked.
Lou Qianxue can't move forward!
She stopped where she was, her white dress fluttering in the wind, her pretty face showing displeasure, her eyes and brows filled with coldness.
She tilted her head slightly, her perfectly curvaceous face facing the people in the Holy Tower, and stared coldly at the man who suddenly appeared: "You people in the Holy Tower are really annoying. Do you think I really don't dare to mess with you?"
Although it was just a casual glance, she could see that although he had a handsome face, he generally looked a little older than the other Saint Pagoda disciples.
The aura around him is cold and powerful, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.
His eyes were extremely sharp and confident, and the golden holy luck behind him was so rich and intense that it was frightening.
From the beginning of the battle for the Son of God until now, she had never seen a person with so much Holy Luck!
Compared with the other party's holy luck, her holy luck is like the difference between a six or seven-year-old child and an adult!
Not even a little bit!
Not to mention that the other party's cultivation was also unfathomable. Lou Qianxue frowned, vaguely feeling that she might have met a very difficult opponent!
When she met the Holy Pagoda disciples Ke Qingsong and Yuan Haoran before, she didn't care much. Even when she fought with the eight disciples of the Holy Pagoda before, she didn't find it very difficult.
But now, the appearance of just one Saint Tower disciple made her instantly alert, and almost every part of her body was shouting about danger!
The moment she turned around, Yuan Haomiao's eyes fell on her face, still cold, strong, and very calm: "Return the Holy Luck to them."
He also had no intention of killing anyone. In fact, if his brother and other people from the Holy Tower had not looked so miserable at the moment, making him feel that the dignity of the Holy Tower was offended, he would not even have thought of speaking to Lou Qianxue!
People like Lou Qianxue are not worth his attention.
In his eyes, he was the most talented person in the Holy Tower, a true child of destiny.
"I'm so sorry, I'm not a generous person. No one can take away what belongs to me!"
The Broken Cloud Sword appeared again, and Lou Qianxue said in a rather cynical manner without a trace of respect on her face.
Yuan Haomiao's gaze moved down again and landed on the Broken Cloud Sword. A sharp light flashed across his eyes and he spoke again: "Good sword!"
He couldn't guess that it was a tenth-level spiritual weapon, but he felt that it was at least an eighth or ninth-level spiritual weapon.
This kind of spiritual weapon is extremely rare even in the Holy Pagoda.
The first moment he saw it, he was attracted to it, and even felt that it was natural that the sword should belong to him.
"Give me this sword, and I will let you go without taking away any of your holy luck."
Lou Qianxue looked strange: "Why should I give you my sword?"
"Because it is a good sword, and you are not worthy of it!"
"This is really funny. My sword is not worthy of me, but do you think you can be worthy of it?"
Yuan Haomiao looked calm and said as a matter of course: "Yes, I am the master it wants!"
He believed that powerful spiritual weapons had their own spirituality. Such a high-level spiritual sword would never want to follow a weak person. Only in the hands of a strong man like him could this spiritual sword play its role.
Compared to that woman, Ling Jian definitely wants to follow him!
That’s all for today, good night everyone.
(End of this chapter)