Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

The elegant and intellectual Su Ru actually went behind his back with the sect disciples...

Thinking of everything that happened before, murderous intent suddenly appeared in Fu Lingxiao's eyes.

"I... I..." Su Ru muttered for a long time but couldn't make out a clear reason. The blush on her face was so obvious that even a fool could tell that there was something seriously wrong.

The location of that blow was too special, and the graceful and noble Su Ru would definitely find it difficult to describe it in person.

Lu Hao didn't know that he was completely finished now. Not only did Su Ru want to kill him, but Fu Lingxiao would definitely not let him go either.

No wonder he disliked everything about this boy. Fu Lingxiao finally knew the answer.

But it was obviously too late, the flowers had already bloomed for someone else.

Fu Lingxiao sneered angrily. He had never suffered such a big loss in his life. No one had ever dared to put a hat on him, but a little disciple dared to do so. It seemed that he had been silent for too long.

"No wonder Su Ru rejected me. She said she was wholeheartedly seeking the truth, but I think her pursuit of truth was fake, and her real intention was to fall into depravity with Lu Hao." Fu Lingxiao was indignant.

When Su Ru saw the sword shadow spectroscopy technique performed by Lu Hao, she guessed that she was most likely attacked by someone in the secret realm... but she didn't know what method Lu Hao used.

In the field, Lu Hao was extremely adept at performing the sword shadow spectroscopy technique. Hundreds of sword shadows revolved around him, and he fought back and forth with the opponent's Red Blood Sword, without falling into a disadvantage.

Su Ru looked at the young man in black in the field with a complicated expression. Both her spirit and herself were...

This also proves what Lu Hao said, as long as you think well, there is no wall that cannot be dug down.

Lu Hao has been a member of the Yuntian Sect for three or four years, and he has been thinking about Su Ru for five of them, so it is not surprising that he has achieved success.

As the saying goes, where there is a will, there is a way. He has the determination and perseverance, so it is not surprising that he can accomplish this.

Su Ru looked at Fu Lingxiao with her beautiful eyes, which were filled with a bit of guilt. After all, they were still Taoist partners in name only.

"Ling Tian's Slash!"

Gulin had had enough of another evenly matched fight with Lu Hao, and the Red Blood Sword burst out with a terrifying blood light, the entire sword was bright red, like a bloody river, rushing towards Lu Hao.

The hundreds of sword shadows that Lu Hao separated out seemed to turn into a silver waterfall, rushing towards the blood-red river.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The sound of metal colliding was endless. The Red Blood Sword collided with Lu Hao's long sword again. This time, the Red Blood Sword burst out with a terrifying blood light and actually directly cut Lu Hao's long sword in half.

A string of blood flew out, and a blood mark appeared on Lu Hao's chest. Fortunately, he retreated in time, otherwise he would have been killed on the spot.

How can he fight anymore? Lu Hao's flying sword has been broken into two pieces.

He retreated all the way, and Gulin pressed on step by step. Lu Hao raised the half-broken sword to resist, but the remaining half of the sword was shattered into pieces by Gulin's sharp sword light.

Without the long sword to block it, Lu Hao was no match for Gulin at all, and another blood mark appeared on his body.

The current situation is very bad for him. He was almost split in half by Gulinli several times.

Gulin struck again with his sword, and a blood mark appeared on Lu Hao's arm. The spiritual power in his body was not as strong as the other party's, and he was unable to use the Ninth Level of Thunder Dao again.

Now he was on the defensive, narrowly avoiding Gulin's sword light.

But he couldn't avoid his glowing palm print. Lu Hao coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

Gulin had finally seized the opportunity, so how could he let Lu Hao go easily? He pierced Lu Hao's shoulder blade with a sword, and a stream of bright red blood gushed out like a blood line.

Seeing that Lu Hao was defeated, Qi Yue actually intervened in the fight. A big golden hand stretched out, trying to rescue Lu Hao.

However, he was stopped by Fu Lingxiao. The more miserably Lu Hao was beaten, the happier he felt. How could he let Qi Yue take action?

"Silly boy, surrender quickly, quickly!" Qi Yue was very anxious when he saw Lu Hao lying in a pool of blood. He kept begging Fu Lingxiao and the elders of the sect to stop the fight.

There were many figures sitting in the stands, but only Qi Yue was worried about him.

Lu Hao looked at the old man with white hair, anxious face, and begging for help everywhere. His eyes were sore and tears came to his eyes. This was the first time he felt warmth in this strange world.

During the time he lived in the main hall of Lingquan Peak, he always found that the old man would often come to a lonely tombstone alone in silence.

That was the eldest senior brother of Lingquan Peak. He died in the fight between several factions.

There seemed to be some secret hidden in this person's body, and his corpse was placed in a blood pool in the Yuntian Sect's inheritance site. Only the first place winner of the Yuntian Sect's Immortal Conference in history can enter here.

Retrieving the remains of his eldest senior brother and burying them has always been the old man's long-cherished wish, that's why he was obsessed with getting the first place in the Immortal Dao Conference. However, he seemed to be targeted these years, and all his disciples were eliminated in the first few rounds.

As a result, Lingquan Peak's strength became weaker and weaker, and it had no chance of competing for the first place in the Immortal Dao Conference until Lu Hao appeared.

Lu Hao's clothes were soaked with blood, he clenched his teeth but said nothing.

"You're so far behind me, you dare to think you can compete with me? You fell before I could even use my full strength. I'm so disappointed."

"If you kneel down and beg me today, I will let you live!" Gulin looked down at Lu Hao lying in a pool of blood and said with a grim expression.

In this arena, if you really accidentally kill the opponent, you will not be punished by the rules of the sect. After all, it is normal for casualties to occur when monks fight each other.

"What did you say?" Gulin saw Lu Hao's mouth moving, but the sound was very weak. He squatted down and listened carefully, but Lu Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Dream...!"

If he really kneels down and surrenders in public today, his Taoism will definitely be unstable in the future. Gulin wants to block his future.

"Click"

Gulin was furious and broke one of Lu Hao's arms, which hung down weakly.

Lu Hao was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

Gulin lifted Lu Hao's body and hit his back hard with his knee. Lu Hao's body bent, he coughed up blood, and his breath was extremely weak.

By now, the battle had turned into a one-sided massacre, and all those who wanted to stop it were stopped by Fu Lingxiao.

Qi Yue burst into tears and beat his chest, but he was unable to save this short-lived disciple.

The disciples of Lingquan Peak also shed tears. Fuqiu was very sad and cried like a pear blossom in the rain. She still had great respect for her senior brother who liked to take advantage of her. The more she knew about his past, she found that this man had relied on himself to get to where he is today.

"I told you to kneel down!" Gulin felt Lu Hao's contempt from the bottom of his heart, and he was furious. He punched Lu Hao in the face again and again.

With flesh and blood all over the place and blood splattering everywhere, Lu Hao's face was no longer recognizable as a human.

Gulin raised his foot and then slammed it down on Lu Hao's chest. The terrifying force made him cough violently.

He covered his mouth and coughed up blood from his nose and mouth. Some timid female monks could not help but close their eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.