"Pfft—"
A sword, with a scorching wave, pierced Yao Zihua's body.
This kind of pain was truly heartbreaking, causing veins on Yao Zihua's forehead to bulge, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Ah-poof-Lu Jiuque-"
Lu Jiuque frowned in disgust, as if he heard a harsh noise, stepped down a little, and then stepped up again. With a "swipe" sound, he drew out the storm sword, followed the sword's energy, and struck again with his backhand.
"Pfft—"
This sword, with the sound of killing, pierced Yao Zihua's throat, causing the sharp roar to stop abruptly, leaving only an almost pitiful whimper.
Lu Jiuque sheathed his sword, and Yao Zihua's tall body slid down along the edge of the sword, crushing the tiles on the top of the tower, and then with a "dong" sound, it fell heavily into the broken courtyard.
Dust, soil, and gravel flew up and landed on Yao Zihua's twitching body. His eyes were wide open, and he never closed them!
How can I rest in peace? !
This three-pole peak star soul master, a strong man who once led the Yao family, was actually killed by a girl who was countless times weaker than him.
She didn't even use the Star Soul Technique, but relied on her weird speed, unpredictable body skills and ghost-like moves to kill him alive!
The blood spurted from Yao Zihua's throat happened to splash on Lu Jiuque's eyebrows. The fair skin and scarlet blood beads looked like a demon or a shadow.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the people below who were staring blankly, and smiled coldly: "It's finally quiet..."
After saying that, those cold eyes raised up and looked at the few people who were lucky enough to survive from Aoshuang's innate magical power. After a while, he seemed to be a little distressed and said: "Oh, there are still three third-level star soul masters... Haha, If we launch an attack together, I won’t be able to handle it.”
This sentence instantly reminded everyone, and the third-level high-level star soul master shouted angrily: "Come on, let's go together! Kill her to avenge the family head!"
"Come on!"
Following the sound of angry scoldings, they rushed towards Lu Jiuque like wild beasts.
"Foolish..."
Lu Jiuque smiled and spoke softly. He held the long sword in his hand and danced with his backhand. The sword slowly unfolded like a folding fan.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Lu Jiuque had already stepped down, crushing the tower and attacking them like an arrow from a bow.
They only saw a blur in front of them, felt the gusts of wind around them, and danced wildly, followed by a pain behind their patella, like a bird whose wings were broken, being pulled from the air by fear and killing!
"Puff thump thump!"
Everyone who fell in embarrassment tried to get up, but their legs were completely numb.
They stared at the floating girl in horror.
The white clothes are not stained by dust, and the light smile is endless. Only the blood beads on the Qingfeng sword keep rolling down.
It's an evil spirit!
It's an evil spirit!
"Ah... ah..."
The crowd burst into roars.
horrible!
This girl... is so terrifying...
Lu Jiuque sneered: "Aoshuang, look at whoever screams again, and bite their throats to pieces. Oh, it's better not to bite them. Just slap them to death with one claw, lest these people's blood is poisonous and poisons you."
"Ouch!" Master, you have a venomous tongue, but he likes it!
Aoshuang landed firmly behind Lu Jiuque, and the power of the four-star magical beast rolled out horizontally, like a huge hand, suddenly grasping everyone's throats, as if trying to squeeze out the air in their chests go.