Lou Qianxue's expression became increasingly strange.
She released her fingers from the Broken Cloud Sword, and the imposing tenth-rank spiritual weapon automatically floated in the air, entwining around Lou Qianxue and shuttling back and forth, as if it was trying its best to stay close to and protect Lou Qianxue, appearing extremely intimate.
Lou Qianxue casually tapped the sword with her fingers: "But it seems to like me as its master more."
This is a spiritual weapon refined by Tan Tai Yuan. There is an unbreakable connection and inextricable connection between it and Tan Tai Yuan. The person who refined it is sincere to her, so how could it not like her
What's more, the Broken Cloud Sword has been in her hands for nearly four years, and she is very familiar with her aura.
Yuan Haomiao's sharp eyes became colder and colder, staring at Lou Qianxue as if she were a dead person: "Really?"
The golden holy energy behind him instantly boiled over, and he walked towards Lou Qianxue step by step. With every step, the aura around him surged.
It was like an unfathomable, mysterious and calm pond suddenly began to boil!
He was full of vigor and vitality. Later, the boiling holy luck and powerful aura intertwined together. The entire sky in the holy land darkened, and all the lights gathered towards him madly. A dark cloud gathered above his head, and purple lightning flowed downward from the dark cloud, entangled with the golden luck. It was magnificent and terrifying, making it difficult for people to breathe after just one look!
"Amazing!"
"As expected of Master Haomiao!"
"This time, Lou Qianxue is doomed!"
Yuan Haoran clenched his fists excitedly: "Brother has so much Holy Luck. There is definitely no one in the entire Holy Land who has more Holy Luck than you!"
"yes!"
Zi Mukong, who had only been in the Holy Pagoda for two months but whose cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, looked at Yuan Haomiao with longing, "This is what a genius should be like! This is the genius that the world should admire!"
Standing in the center of the storm, being suppressed by the powerful pressure, Lou Qianxue, who was the target, felt a terrifying force that made her tremble all over, pressing down on her.
This pressure is even stronger than the Qianjun Tower that Yuan Haoran used before!
In the previous battle with the eight disciples of the Holy Pagoda, she consumed a lot of energy, but did not gain much Holy Luck. Moreover, her Holy Luck was much less than that of Yuan Haoran. At this time, she was really at a disadvantage against Yuan Haomiao...
"This guy is so strong!"
He is considered the strongest person of his generation besides Tan Tai Yuan and Tan Tai Wei Liang.
A being like Long Wangji could probably be annihilated with just one finger from this person.
"The Holy Tower is indeed a Holy Tower..."
If she had the same amount of Holy Luck as him, and was in her prime, she would be able to fight against Yuan Haomiao. But now, most of her Yuan Power has been consumed, and even her Holy Luck is much less than the opponent's, so it is really difficult to win...
Lou Qianxue pursed her red lips, resisting Yuan Haomiao's pressure while thinking about how to deal with it.
"If we keep wasting time like this, I will be the one who suffers!"
Lou Qianxue mobilized her energy, her figure flashed, and she retreated several feet in an instant.
"Want to escape?" Yuan Haomiao looked at Lou Qianxue, his eyes instantly turned into a gray color of desolation. In an instant, Lou Qianxue felt that the space around him was locked, and his expression changed slightly.
"Space power!"
No wonder the other disciples of the Holy Tower respect and admire this person so much. In addition to his profound cultivation, this person also has such a terrifying talent!
Snap!
But in a flash, the space around her began to crack. The cracks were so strong that they could crush a person's body and tear it into pieces...
(End of this chapter)