Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Yang Jian, covered in blood and with disheveled hair, crawled up from the ground, the white bones on his shoulders exposed.

"I didn't expect you could push me to this extent. I underestimated you." Yang Jian spat out the blood foam in his mouth and said with a ferocious expression.

"I wonder how long you're going to keep showing off!" Lu Hao sneered and rushed forward to kill him.

"Thirteen Swords of the Stars!" Yang Jian grasped a magic sword again. His body was as agile as a dragon, and he performed a series of complicated sword moves. In an instant, more than a dozen phantoms appeared in front of him. Each phantom was himself, and they were all performing different sword moves. In the end, these sword moves were integrated into one. He wanted to bring out the highest mystery of this sword technique.

"This man's swordsmanship is so superb. If given time, he will definitely become a sword master!" The old man next to Princess Qingxian couldn't help but sigh.

"Little beast, let's see how you can dodge this time!" Lu Tao sneered repeatedly, because the Thirteen Swords of the Stars was a genuine sacred art, and he had been defeated by this move before.

"Kill!" Lu Hao roared angrily, and a large amount of thunder surged out of his palm, and finally condensed into a thunder sword with brilliant lightning shining on it. Moreover, there were thick thunders surrounding him, and there were also faint sharp thunder sounds coming out.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a thunder god, with endless lightning bursting out of his body.

Lu Hao rushed forward with the thunder sword in hand, and the two had a fierce competition in swordsmanship.

The sounds of "ding ding dang dang!" and Yang Jian's unwilling roar continued to be heard. It was obvious that he was no match for his opponent in the swordsmanship competition.

"Your swordsmanship is too weak. The game is over now!" Lu Hao said lightly, and then turned around suddenly. The long sword cut off the opponent's sword-holding arm at a strange angle. Blood spurted out from the broken arm and splashed all over the sky.

"Ah!" Yang Jian let out a shrill scream, staggered backward, and finally fell in a pool of blood, his whole body convulsing.

"Damn, how is this possible? This guy is not only a physical cultivator, but also a powerful magic cultivator, and a terrifying sword cultivator. How the hell did he cultivate?" Countless cultivators groaned in their hearts.

"This Meng De has unimaginable potential!" The old man next to Princess Qingxian had a look of deep amazement in his cloudy eyes, and spoke with unprecedented excitement.

"Is he that strong?" Princess Qingxian murmured in a lost voice as she looked at the young man who was the center of everyone's attention.

"Who asked you to get close to Lu Tao?" the old man asked doubtfully. Logically speaking, Lu Hao obviously had more potential.

"It's my mother!" Princess Qingxian said in a distraught manner.

"Oh!" The old man couldn't help but look at the phoenix chariot. At this time, the queen looked like a lively girl, with a smile on her beautiful face, and her every move revealed her charm. She kept cheering for Lu Hao without any concealment, without any dignity of a queen.

"Your mother is misleading you. I see that this kid has begun to show the signs of a dragon. If you don't bind him now, you will probably have no chance when the real dragon takes off. He will just be high and mighty!" The old man hurriedly transmitted the message.

Upon hearing this, Princess Qingxian's beautiful eyes dimmed and she stopped talking. She regretted why she had stopped Lu Hao from having sex with her, even though they were already lying in the same bed.

Not far away, Lu Tao saw Lu Hao displaying his prowess in the field with a look of disbelief on his face.

"This is impossible. Yang Jian must have fought eight battles in a row and overdrawn his strength, which is why he is in such a state of disgrace!" Lu Tao shouted like a madman.

"I lost this battle, I surrender!" Yang Jian stood up with difficulty, blood constantly flowing from his mouth. He said unwillingly. At this time, both of his arms had disappeared and he no longer had the strength to fight.

"Damn it, just surrender if you say so!" Lu Hao's eyes were cold and ruthless, his whole body was full of magical power, and he had no intention of letting the other party go.

"I've already admitted defeat, what else do you want?" Yang Jian said angrily.

"You didn't give the seven people who died in your hands before a chance to surrender. Now you tell me you want to surrender. Haha, I think you'd better go to hell and surrender!" Lu Hao sneered, and then a sharp sword light slashed towards Yang Jian's neck.

"Dang!" The expected fall of Yang Jian's head did not happen. It turned out that Lu Hao's fierce attack was blocked by the referee.

"If you interfere with the fight between him and me again, I don't mind killing you too!" Lu Hao's eyes were filled with murderous intent and his tone was icy cold.

"Oh my God, is this guy crazy? He actually wants to kill the referee!" Many people in the field talked about it, thinking that he was too arrogant.

However, Lu Hao understood that there was something wrong with the referee's stance. Previously, the seven contestants from the Haoyue Empire wanted to surrender, but were still ruthlessly killed by Yang Jian. They even deliberately cut off the heads of their opponents and arranged them in a row to show off their achievements, but the referee did not try to stop them. Now he wanted to kill Yang Jian, but was stopped. It was really too unfair.

"You..." When the referee heard Lu Hao actually say that he would kill him as well, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"What do you mean by "you"? If you say another word, believe it or not, I will not let you leave here now!" Lu Hao stared at him with cold eyes.

The referee weighed the pros and cons and finally stepped back silently.

"Let's see where you can escape this time!" Lu Hao dodged and picked up Yang Jian, who was trying to escape, in his hand like a chicken.

"Don't kill me!" Yang Jian cried with fear in his eyes and a pleading look.

"I still like your previous defiant look!" Lu Hao sneered, and then smashed Yang Jian's head with a punch. Blood splattered all over the sky, and a headless corpse fell heavily to the ground, still twitching.

"Oh my God, we actually won!" The emperor of the Haoyue Empire showed an ecstatic look. He didn't expect that he could turn the tables in the end. Even though he knew that he was being framed, he no longer seemed so angry. Instead, he showed admiration for Lu Hao.

"This guy is really a young man to be feared!" The high-ranking officials of Haoyue Empire praised him one after another, showing surprise.

The soldiers of the Haoyue Empire also cheered enthusiastically and kept chanting Meng De's name.

The Queen Mother always felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar, because Lu Hao once said, "One day, you will hear countless people chanting my name." For a moment, she really saw countless people chanting Lu Hao's name in the future.

"How can this beast be so powerful!" Qing Canghai looked ugly. He thought that the situation that he had thought was a sure win was ruined by this person.

"The next match begins!" The referee looked at Lu Hao coldly, thinking to himself, let's see how long you can be so proud.

The Qingchuan Empire sent another young monk up.

"Little beast, let me fight you!" The young man sneered, but was beaten to pieces by Lu Hao's three consecutive punches, turning into a blood mist that filled the air. Everyone was stunned.

Lu Hao's powerful performance cast a shadow over the Qingchuan Empire. On the other hand, the Haoyue Empire was greatly shocked, and the soldiers kept cheering. The depression that had been pent up in their hearts was finally swept away.

"Line up and come up here to die!" Lu Hao said coldly. These arrogant and domineering words made the atmosphere in the field extremely quiet.

Soon in the third, fourth, and fifth games, Lu Hao won by crushing his opponents.

"This is too powerful!" Everyone in the Qingchuan Empire groaned helplessly in their hearts.

Soon, Lu Hao successfully won the sixth battle. The opponent was an elegant young man with a very gentle attitude. When he couldn't beat him, he dropped his weapon and surrendered. Lu Hao did not kill him.

The cultivator in the seventh match was very tactful when he saw how brave Lu Hao was. After two rounds of fighting, he surrendered and left safely.

The last person to come on stage was a beautiful woman with a curvy figure. She was wearing a flowing white dress and had a rather otherworldly temperament.

"Are you, Sister Dashi?" Lu Hao couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise when he saw the woman's plump breasts.