Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"Grandpa, do you think there is a possibility that he is not arrogant, but is confident of defeating these two people!" Zhang Qian looked at the young man in black in the field and said imaginatively.

"At this age, defeating one Nascent Soul cultivator is already the limit, and defeating two is absolutely impossible. Let's prepare to rescue people later!" The president shook his head.

On the battlefield, Xingyue released chrysanthemum petals, which shot towards Lu Hao.

"Break it for me!" Lu Hao's face was solemn. Golden light surged on his fist and he punched out directly. The air exploded and the crystal petals that were flying at high speed were directly shattered.

These petals did not disappear, but turned into a light mist, floating in the air, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums filled the air.

"Why does your chrysanthemum smell different from what I usually smell?" Lu Hao sniffed the air and frowned.

However, before he could react, a large number of chrysanthemum petals cut through the air and slashed towards his neck. These petals were extremely sharp and were no different from flying knives.

"Puff!" A crystal chrysanthemum petal cut into a towering ancient tree, easily piercing a large, transparent hole in it.

"Little bastard, give me your life!" At the same time, Qin Hui also moved. He drew out the sharp flying sword, swung out a series of sharp sword shadows, and rushed forward.

"Grandpa, do you want to take action?" Zhang Qian couldn't help but hurriedly asked when she saw Lu Hao being besieged by the couple.

"Let's see first. If he can't even last one round, then there's no need for us to protect him!" The president narrowed his cloudy old eyes, wanting to see if this boy's potential was as great as his granddaughter described.

At the same time, he also wanted to temper Lu Hao's temper, because the other party often made an arrogant expression, as if everyone was trash, and called him disrespectfully, even calling him Diaomao.

"Kill!" Lu Hao's expression was stern. Facing the siege of two Nascent Soul cultivators, he was not panicked but very calm.

He held a long sword in his right hand, which was shining with cold light, and started a fierce battle with Qin Hui. For a while, the sky was filled with the sword shadows of the two men, and the sharp sword energy was everywhere. The surrounding houses kept collapsing and smoke and dust rushed up.

All those who were kneeling on the ground watching the fight quickly got up and retreated a long distance, fearing that they would be affected.

Although they were all kneeling to watch the battle, the battle was really exciting. After all, it was a contest between Nascent Souls. Some people may never see such a thrilling battle in their entire lives.

"Ding ding ding, clang clang clang!" The sound of swords clashing was endless, sparks flew everywhere, and the two men stabbed each other in mid-air. The tips of the swords collided with each other, bursting out brilliant sparks, and the powerful impact force caused the air to fluctuate rapidly.

Qin Hui was the strongest swordsman in Fengcheng. He had rarely been defeated in his life and his swordsmanship was very advanced. However, as the battle intensified, his expression became increasingly grim. The boy in front of him had even more sophisticated swordsmanship and actually suppressed him. This had never happened before.

"This boy's swordsmanship is truly amazing!" The president's cloudy old eyes became hot, as if he had seen some peerless beauty.

Hearing her grandfather's comments, Zhang Qian's breathing quickened and her hands clenched tightly together.

"You said so too, why didn't you let Meng De touch it at the beginning!" Seeing the young man's amazing performance, the vice president looked at his granddaughter Liu Fei with some resentment.

"Old bastard, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will make you sleep on the street at night." Liu Fei looked at his grandfather angrily.

You know, at this time Lu Hao's mind was still divided into two. He held the sword in his right hand and kept colliding with Qin Hui, while he clenched his fist with his left hand and bombarded the petals.

"Bang!" Lu Hao's golden fist blasted out again, like a chariot rumbling through the void. All the flying chrysanthemum petals exploded and turned into wisps of mist floating in the air.

The worst thing Qin Hui did was that he shouldn't have competed with Lu Hao in swordsmanship. Now he couldn't get away at all and was entangled tightly. There were even a few bloodstains on his body.

"Madam, please use the chrysanthemum attack quickly!" Qin Hui shouted anxiously as he found it increasingly difficult to fight.

When Xingyue heard her husband's cry, she realized that he was about to give up. She hurriedly pinched the magic formula, and the chrysanthemum in front of her started to spin faster and faster. A large number of crystal petals attacked Lu Hao like dense raindrops.

"Rising Dragon Fist!" Lu Hao roared, and his left arm seemed to be injected with a powerful force, rapidly expanding. The muscle lines on it kept beating, full of explosive power, and hard golden dragon scales covered the entire arm.

As he threw a punch, a majestic phantom of a real dragon roared out, and the real dragon instantly crushed all the chrysanthemum petals, and the air was shaken to make a continuous loud noise.

At this time, the fog around Lu Hao became thicker and thicker. It was all the mist left after the petals exploded, and a faint fragrance emanated from it.

"Oh no, your chrysanthemum is highly poisonous!" Lu Hao's face changed drastically and he quickly held his breath. Strictly speaking, the mist floating in the air was all poisonous gas. He felt his brain was dizzy and even his movements became slow.

"You just realized it, but it's already too late!" Xingyue raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"Madam, your anus control technique seems to have improved a lot!" Qin Hui couldn't help laughing when he saw Lu Hao stumbling in the fog.

"Tao'er, you can rest in peace now. Your father will kill your enemy on the spot." Qin Hui burst into tears and rushed towards Lu Hao with a sword.

He had taken the antidote in advance and could move freely in the poisonous fog, so he was completely unscrupulous.

"Grandpa, please help!" Zhang Qian saw Lu Hao falling and getting up again and again in the poisonous fog, and immediately begged her grandfather in tears.

"Even if I take action, it's too late." The president sighed. He felt that Xingyue had been locking her eyes on him tightly. If he moved, she would definitely stop him. Moreover, Qin Hui was already standing in front of Lu Hao. It was too late.

"Die!" Qin Hui's face was ferocious. He raised his sharp sword and stabbed it at the forehead of Lu Hao who was struggling in the poisonous fog.

"Good job!" Xingyue's pretty face showed excitement. The revenge for her son's murder was finally avenged.

"Puff!" Blood splattered everywhere, and a figure in the poisonous fog fell heavily to the ground. Blood flowed like a spring along the gullies on the ground.

"No!" Xingyue widened her beautiful eyes and shouted heartbreakingly. She could hardly believe her eyes. The person lying on the ground was actually her husband, while Lu Hao was safe and sound, standing in the poisonous fog with a toothy smile on his face.

"You think you can harm me with just a tiny chrysanthemum? Isn't that a bit too much of a joke!" Lu Hao pulled out the bloody sword from between Qin Hui's eyebrows, flicked his bangs, and couldn't help sneering.

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