Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Lu Hao's dark eyes looked at the place where he once lived, which had all turned into ruins. Although he remained silent, he was extremely angry in his heart.

In front of him was the highly symbolic statue of Tianyun Taoist, whom he had looked up at countless times. Now it had collapsed with a loud bang. Not only was the head of the stone statue smashed, but the body was also blown apart.

Lingquan Peak where he once lived and the pink cottage where he had countless beautiful memories have also turned into a scorched earth.

"You are Lu Hao!" Mu Feng stepped hard on Su Ru with a look of arrogance and complacency.

"Go to hell!" The moment Lu Hao saw Su Ru being stepped on, his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. A sonic boom sounded under his feet, and in just a moment, his figure appeared in front of Mu Feng.

"You..." Mu Feng was a little frightened. How could the other party's speed be so terrifying? He didn't even see the other party's movements clearly, and he appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Die, die, die!" Lu Hao was furious, and even his face looked extremely ferocious. He grabbed Mu Feng's hair, pressed his head down, and slammed it against the ground, hitting it hundreds of times in an instant.

"Ah!" Mu Feng let out a scream of excruciating pain, which at the end did not sound like a human cry at all. He begged for mercy desperately.

"Die!"

Lu Hao was already blood-thirsty, slamming the opponent's head to the ground frantically. Mu Feng's head gradually became bloody and his eyeballs burst one by one. White brain matter mixed with blood flew everywhere, and half of his head had disappeared. It looked extremely terrifying.

Even after the other party lost his life, he continued to hit the corpse like crazy, and a huge deep pit appeared on the hard ground.

Even though Mu Feng was left with only a headless corpse, Lu Hao still had no intention of letting him go. He directly grabbed the opponent's feet, lifted them up high and then slammed them hard on the ground. With a deafening bang, the opponent's body exploded instantly, turning into a shocking blood mist that filled the air.

Mu Feng, who was so arrogant before, died in agony in a tragic way unprecedented in just a moment.

Lu Hao looked at everyone with a cold expression. The blood mixed with white brain matter on his palm kept dripping onto the ground. Although the sound was not loud, it had a strong deterrent effect.

All the shouts and sounds in the field disappeared, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet, as if even the air was frozen. All the monks who had been fighting before looked over here, and they actually felt a fear for the young man in front of them.

At this moment, a chill arose in everyone's heart, and this chill quickly spread to the whole body.

They had fought fiercely for such a long time before, but no one had ever died so tragically. His head was smashed into the ground thousands of times, and in the end even his body was not spared.

"My poor grandson!" Su Yue fainted when she saw her grandson being brutally tortured to death. This was the only male in their family, so he had been spoiled since childhood.

"With a stupid grandma like you, we are all in trouble!" Han Ruoxue, who was always calm, could no longer control her anger and cursed at Su Yue.

Moreover, when he saw the ferocious and hateful expression on Lu Hao's face, he knew that many disciples of Tianxing Palace would probably die tragically today.

"This kid is interesting!" Xiyan looked at the young man standing in the field, her beautiful eyes shining with light. She finally became interested in this boring battle.

After getting rid of Mu Feng, Lu Hao looked at the seriously injured and weak Su Ru with eyes full of self-blame and guilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm always late!" Lu Hao's eyes were red, and there was a hint of moisture in his dark pupils.

"Don't cry, I'm not dead yet!" Su Ru's beautiful eyes were also filled with tears. She gently wiped the brain matter and blood from Lu Hao's face with her delicate hands without any disgust.

She understood that the young man in front of her was going crazy and out of control because of her.

Lu Hao carefully picked up Su Ru, and then waved to Zi Xuan in front of him.

"Take Su Ru and all the disciples to the back to recover their spiritual power!" Lu Hao said to her.

"Okay!" Zi Xuan was obviously stunned when she heard this, but still obeyed his words. Now Lu Hao's prestige in the hearts of all disciples has reached its peak.

"By the way, who caused the scars on your face?" Lu Hao suddenly asked.

"It's Luo Tian, ​​the head of Sifang Pavilion!" Zi Xuan's beautiful eyes finally filled with tears at this moment, and she said a little aggrievedly. She had never shown such fragility in the previous battles, but seeing Lu Hao at this moment was like seeing her own relative.

"Little girl, don't accuse me!" Luo Tian was startled when he saw Lu Haosen's cold eyes looking at him, and spoke hurriedly.

Lu Hao just nodded at Zi Xuan and didn't say anything else.

At this time, in the devastated battlefield, there were only a few disciples of the Yuntian Sect left. Each of them was covered with bruises, with shocking wounds all over their bodies, and their clothes were stained red with blood.

They supported each other with great difficulty, and every step they took was extremely difficult. Some disciples had their legs cut off and could only rely on the strength of their companions to stand up.

Tie Niu and Wu Neng were also retreating, leaving a trail of bloody footprints with every step. It was obvious that both of them were seriously injured.

"He asked all the Yuntian Sect disciples to step back. What is he trying to do?" Some people in the audience became excited when they saw this scene.

"What does he want to do alone?" Su Lingxi murmured as she stared at the young man in black who was alone in the field with her beautiful eyes.

"Could it be that he wants to challenge all the enemies by himself? This is crazy. Even the Taoist Tianyun in his youth probably couldn't do this! The audience was like a pot of boiling water.

"The lonely and cold temperament of the young man in front of me is really fascinating, but I don't know if his strength can match it!" Xiyan supported her delicate chin with her jade hand, lifted up her slender and crystal legs, and showed an interested expression.

Qin Honglie was stunned when he heard this. It was unbelievable that this old woman in front of him would be interested in a young man who could be her great-great-grandson.

"Boy, you are too arrogant!" Qing Tao, the leader of Lingjian Sect, shouted at him angrily.

"Let's all work together to kill this demon." Su Yue had regained consciousness at this point. She was grief-stricken and summoned all the disciples, shouting loudly and angrily.

Lu Hao stood alone in the field, looking up at the endless sea of ​​enemies, a determined look on his face.

What a heart-wrenching scene this is.

This scene was later recorded in the permanent history books, and many painters clearly portrayed the tragic figure.

So what if I'm alone.

So what if there is no one behind me.

He is also fearless!