Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

If he survived today by kneeling down and begging the other party, he would even look down on himself.

Although he is shameless in his daily life, he always has his own bottom line.

Many people in the field were moved: "This kid has a strong character. If he doesn't die today, his future achievements will be limitless."

Many sect leaders and leaders of major forces suddenly had this thought in their minds at the same time.

"Is this still the shameless guy I know?" Zi Xuan looked at the young man in black who was lying in a pool of blood and still trying to stand up stubbornly, and her heart was deeply touched.

In her impression, Lu Hao was always laughing and joking, and he was not serious, but she didn't expect that he was so strong inside.

Gulin had fallen into madness, punching Lu Hao tirelessly one after another, and beautiful blood flowers bloomed.

Su Ru's life was full of ups and downs, and Lu Hao shocked her even more. She was the person who had the most contact with Lu Hao among all people, although they were all negative contacts.

She still remembered the first time Lu Hao saw her, he was stunned by her beauty, his mouth wide open in surprise. After that, every time he saw her, he had a lustful look on his face.

The scared little expression on Su Ru's face after he bullied her was still vivid in her mind. The contrast with his current unyielding image was so great that Su Ru couldn't wrap her mind around it for a moment.

The figure that had fallen to the ground like a puddle of mud actually stood up with difficulty under the gaze of everyone. Lu Hao looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him from the gaps between his swollen eyes, and there was still a gleam in his ink-black eyes.

The five hundred disciples of Lingquan Peak were all cheering and encouraging each other below the arena.

The eldest brother Wu Neng, holding a banner and leading the Tie Niu group, beat drums and cheered for him in his own special way.

Hearing the familiar sound of gongs and drums, Lu Hao wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He didn't know how many bones in his body were broken.

Gulin knocked Lu Hao down again and stepped heavily on his face, but Lu Hao held on tightly with his only movable hand.

It was obvious that Gulin could have won directly, but he still humiliated Lu Hao in various ways. Such behavior made many people feel uncomfortable.

In the stands, many people stood up and spontaneously cheered for Lu Hao. Some female monks with fragile hearts even cried.

In fact, even if he really surrendered, Gulin would not let him go. From the previous fight, Lu Hao could see that Gulin was narrow-minded and wanted to kill him everywhere. Now that there was such a good opportunity, he naturally would not miss it.

Once Lu Hao dies, no one in the entire Yuntian Sect will be able to challenge his position among the younger generation.

"As a disciple of the Yuntian Sect, you have never seen the full power of our sect's supreme magic. Today, in order to prevent you from dying with regrets, I will let you see it!" Gulin said indifferently.

In fact, this was Fu Lingxiao's special message to Gulin, wanting Lu Hao to die under the Four Swords of Heaven.

This also marks the beginning of Gulin's rise, and he hopes to use Lu Hao as a sacrifice.

"Could it be that this guy has cultivated the second sword among the Four Heavenly Swords?" Many people were shocked. Gulin was at most twenty years old. At such a young age, he had reached the second sword. There was almost no surprise that he would cultivate the third sword in the future. Even the rumored fourth sword was not impossible.

Gulin took out a third-grade spiritual medicine, formed seals with his hands, and began to refine it quickly. The spiritual power consumed in his body began to gradually recover.

"This kid has violated the rules. Quickly disqualify him from the competition." The disciples of Lingquan Peak were immediately filled with indignation when they saw Gulin taking the elixir. The competition was supposed to be a fair fight, but there was no fairness at all now.

Lu Hao was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He never expected that someone could be even more shameless than him and actually recovered his spiritual power in front of him.

Gulin didn't want to do anything unnecessary, but Fu Lingxiao kept sending messages.

In the previous competitions, Gulin and Lu Hao had always been evenly matched, with Gulin even having Lu Hao being the better of the two because Lu Hao's actual cultivation was lower. Even if he won now, Gulin's genius would be overshadowed by Lu Hao.

After all, he achieved this through his own cultivation, while Gulin was cultivated by them with great effort. It is obvious who is better at a glance.

Only when Gulin unleashed that astonishing second sword could the brilliance of his genius overpower Lu Hao.

Fu Lingxiao had his own careful considerations, and he also had his own ideas, which was to let Lu Hao die miserably to relieve his hatred of being cuckolded.

"Fu Lingxiao, you guys are going too far!" Qi Yue was so angry that he even shouted out the Sect Leader's name.

"How can it be considered excessive? There is no rule that prohibits the use of spiritual medicine! You can just let Lu Hao take it as well." Fu Lingxiao snorted coldly, his expression indifferent.

There is indeed no clear rule that prohibits the use of spiritual medicines, but when everyone competes with their fellow disciples, they have formed a tacit understanding that they cannot take spiritual medicines.

Gulin has almost recovered, and even if Lu Hao takes the elixir now, it will be too late to refine it.

Lu Hao stood up with difficulty, his clothes and hair were all soaked in blood. He gasped for breath and walked forward firmly.

Gulin adjusted his aura to its peak, and the red blood sword in his hand emitted a blood-red glow, like a magic sword.

"The second of the Four Heavenly Swords, one sword can destroy the world," Gulin waved the Red Blood Sword in his hand, performing various complex sword moves, and shadows appeared one after another.

The Red Blood Sword burst out with an extremely dazzling light, and the extremely thick sword energy was like a rising sun, extremely bright and dazzling.

Many people on the platform were unable to open their eyes due to the strong light and had to cover their eyes with their hands.

"Is he going to die?" Su Ru looked at the extremely dazzling sword light in the sky with a complicated expression.

"Is genius just a flash in the pan?" Many people felt sorry for Lu Hao. Such a great man had not yet fully blossomed, but was about to die in a fight with his fellow disciples.

Facing the astonishing sword created by Taoist Tianyun, no one would think that Lu Hao could survive with his broken body.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the thin and weak young man in the field, and his eyes were filled with the joy of revenge. A little disciple dared to offend him, and this was the end of him.

In the dazzling light, many people seemed to see Lu Hao fall down and then stand up again.

Qi Yue's lips were trembling, his old body was shaking, and his cloudy old eyes were filled with tears.

All the disciples of Lingquan Peak prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that a miracle would happen.

The thick sword energy emitted a light that had already submerged the entire arena.

"Ask the sky, lend me a sword!"

Suddenly, a weak voice was heard. It was Lu Hao's voice. He was not dead.

A sword shadow cut through the void and flew into Lu Hao's hand. At this moment, he seemed like a different person.

Another weak voice rang out, yet it shocked the entire audience.

"The second move of the Four Heavenly Swords, one sword to destroy the world." Lu Hao tried his best and made the loudest sound.