Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

Luo He gritted his teeth, sweat trickling down his temples. His spiritual energy surged within him, and his sword intent was constantly being sharpened by Fu Xueqiong's pressure.

He felt every inch of his spiritual energy being stirred by this powerful impact, as if he were engaged in a life-or-death struggle. Fu Xueqiong's footsteps were merely light, yet they brought with them a devastating sense of oppression.

"Huh..." Luo He exhaled sharply.

"Do not disappoint me."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was soft, yet filled with endless coldness, like a sharp ice blade.

There was a hint of excitement in her eyes and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, obviously satisfied with Luo He's reaction.

"Being with me is much better than being with those little girls who know nothing, isn't it?"

Fu Xueqiong did not slow down her attack, but instead quickened her pace.

Luo He was stunned.

A flash of realization crossed his mind.

Other little girls?

Are you referring to Wang Xiaoke?

Without waiting for Luo He to continue thinking, Fu Xueqiong directly intensified the attack.

Wow! Wow!

Luo He's breathing became heavier and heavier, and every breath he took was accompanied by fluctuations of spiritual power.

Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power surged like a tide, each wave more violent than the last. He knew that Fu Xueqiong was pushing herself to the limit.

She didn't really want to destroy his sword intent, but was honing him in this way.

Luo He's internal energy surged, and he desperately channeled his spiritual energy, trying to stabilize his position and counter the force with his sword intent. However, Fu Xueqiong's attack was too fierce, leaving him no chance to breathe, and the oppressive feeling almost suffocated him.

"Gu..."

Luo He couldn't help but groan again, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. After the sword intent condensed in his body, it was defeated by Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power.

Every time he tried to mobilize his sword intent to resist, Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power would rush towards him with greater violence, as if deliberately crushing him, making him feel deeply powerless.

Fu Xueqiong, who was ill, was a bad woman who was playing with him cruelly.

"From the looks of you, are you about to give up?"

Fu Xueqiong stood in front of him, with a look of playfulness and fanaticism, and an indescribable madness appeared in her cold and beautiful eyes.

Her eyes were as sharp as a blade as she stared at Luo He, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

Another clash of spiritual powers.

Luo He's sword intent dissipated, and his pupils became dilated.

This time, Fu Xueqiong seemed to be particularly aggressive.

He was always given some breathing time before, but this time he was not given any rest time at all.

He has been training hard.

Luo He felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving rapidly.

His body was already exhausted, and the sword intent he had gathered several times was ruthlessly destroyed.

"I can't do it anymore, Master. I really can't do it anymore."

Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power was as strong as the sea. Luo He felt as if he was in an endless storm. No matter how determined he was, he felt a little powerless under her oppression.

Fu Xueqiong licked her lips lightly, and the madness in her eyes became more obvious.

Her expression of enjoyment made Luo He shudder. It seemed as if she was torturing him in this crazy way. It was not only a physical confrontation, but also a mental torment.

"It was only a moment ago..."

Fu Xueqiong smiled, her voice like a bewitching whisper, sweet and cold, as if to completely devour Luo He's will.

Her gentle touch stung his nerves like a raging fire, and her spiritual power continued to erode his mind, making him feel an extreme oppression.

Luo He tried to concentrate and circulate his spiritual power, and the sword intent condensed again in his dantian.

However, Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power was like an invisible beast, ruthlessly tearing apart his newly formed sword intent. Every time the sword intent reorganized, it was accompanied by a stronger backlash, as if his spiritual power had become a plaything in Fu Xueqiong's hands, powerless to resist.

"He made a nice expression."

Fu Xueqiong's voice carried an unquestionable command. She approached Luo He, gently raised her hand, and brushed her fingertips across his face. The subtle touch made Luo He tremble slightly, as if a burning sensation spread along his skin.

"I will bring you supreme happiness."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was low and seductive, and the madness in her eyes became more and more obvious, as if she was enjoying his powerlessness and struggle at the moment.

"So all you have to do is think about me. All you have in your mind is me."

"Master..."

Luo He's breathing became rapid. Fu Xueqiong's words were like poison, eroding his sanity bit by bit.

Fu Xueqiong's fingers carried a strong spiritual power, and every inch of her touch was like a burning sharp blade, penetrating directly into his soul.

She had no intention of stopping, but instead teased his sword intent even more wantonly, forcing it to condense again and again.

Under Fu Xueqiong's guidance, the sword intent within Luo He's body condensed uncontrollably again. Every time he tried to calm his mind, Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power rolled over like a tsunami.

His body could no longer withstand such pressure, but Fu Xueqiong did not seem to intend to give him any chance to breathe.

"Next, let's change places and go inside the waterfall."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was brisk, yet filled with immense pressure. She pulled Luo He up with one hand, her strength effortless and overbearing, leaving him with almost no room for resistance.

Luo He was forcibly pulled up by her, but his body was still weak.

"Fall?"

Luo He frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

Fu Xueqiong's training method has always been wild and direct. This time she has to hone her sword skills in the waterfall. This kind of training is a great test for both the body and the will.

"Yes, a waterfall."

Fu Xueqiong smiled slightly, with a dangerous glint in her eyes: "You have to hold me tight all the time. If you let go halfway, I will punish you. Even if you pass out, you will wake up and repeat the process just now."

Luo He swallowed and felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.

The impact of the waterfall is extremely fierce. To practice in such an environment, one must not only resist the impact from the outside world, but also maintain inner stability and balance.

And Fu Xueqiong obviously would not let him deal with this challenge easily.

Next to the waterfall, water cascades down from a great height, making a thunderous sound.

Fu Xueqiong stepped into the water without hesitation. Crystal clear water droplets splashed all over her body, making her figure even more dazzling.

Luo He followed her, and as soon as his feet stepped into the water, he felt a powerful impact that almost knocked him over.

"hold me!"

Fu Xueqiong shouted coldly, and her spiritual power burst out instantly, like an invisible barrier.

Luo He quickly reached out and hugged Fu Xueqiong, pressing tightly against her back.

Fu Xueqiong's body was soft yet full of strength, like an unshakable mountain, and he was like a lone boat in the ocean, which could be swallowed up at any time.

The water flow hit his body, bringing unbearable pressure, but what made him even more unbearable was Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power - the power that lingered around him at all times, like an invisible chain, tightly binding his spiritual power.

“Focus.”

Fu Xueqiong said coldly, and her voice was clearly transmitted to Luo He's ears amid the roar of the water.

Luo He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and forced himself to concentrate.

The pressure of the water made it almost impossible for him to breathe, but Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power was even more powerful, as if it was ready to completely crush his will. He had to maintain the stability of his sword intent under this double pressure, which was extremely difficult to do.

Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power was like an invisible whip, constantly lashing his soul.

Luo He now felt only the surge of spiritual energy within him, his sword intent gradually becoming sharper in this extreme state. Every wisp of sword intent seemed to have been honed under Fu Xueqiong's pressure.

Under extreme circumstances, blood and energy surged throughout Luo He's body.

The ancient dragon power in his body was forcibly stimulated.

In this stressful situation.

The green lotus in Luo He's body began to flow slowly.

Inexhaustible and endless.

Replenish the vitality of Luohe!

Hold on!!

"very good."

There was a hint of satisfaction in Fu Xueqiong's voice. Her spiritual power slowed down a little, but she still did not relax her control over Luo He. Her body leaned back slightly, and Luo He almost subconsciously hugged her tighter.

He felt Fu Xueqiong's breath, which was as hot as fireworks, and her spiritual power surrounded them like a tide, completely controlling the entire space under the waterfall.

"Then let's officially begin."

Luo He was stunned.

formal?

The next moment, Fu Xueqiong's surging spiritual power lashed at him like a whip, strangling him severely.

The sudden sense of oppression made Luo He's whole body tense.

The hand that was originally hugging Fu Xueqiong was about to loosen.

Who can stand this?

The spiritual power seemed to have life, just like a giant python, strangling his body and consciousness bit by bit with irresistible force.

"Ugh..."

Luo He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, and his muscles trembled under the violent impact of this spiritual power.

The spiritual power of the god is so terrifying.

Chapter 154 Wang Xiaoke is Getting Closer

How can you relax under such heavy pressure?

Luo He's palm still couldn't hold on, his fingertips slipped, and he completely lost his grip on Fu Xueqiong.

At that moment, his spiritual power seemed to be completely destroyed, and even his body seemed to be completely crushed by Fu Xueqiong's powerful spiritual pressure. He instantly lost strength and half-knelt on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

Even if he broke through to the Jindan stage and his physical strength increased to a higher level, Fu Xueqiong could still strangle him easily.

Just a little seriousness can make him surrender.

"Aah~"

Fu Xueqiong had already noticed that he had let go, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

There was a hint of charm and teasing in her smile, and her eyes flashed with enchanting light, as if she saw the prey she had hunted.

The Sword Immortal Master walked forward gently, leaned close to Luo He, and put his warm breath close to his ear. His voice was low and seductive, with a hint of danger.

"Let go."

Fu Xueqiong whispered softly, her voice seemed to entangle Luo He's nerves, soft yet full of aggression.

"You know you'll be punished if you let go... Are you ready?"

Luo He clenched his teeth, his body still trembling slightly due to the aftermath of Fu Xueqiong's terrifying spiritual power at the Divine Transformation Realm.

"What punishment?"

Although Luo He's consciousness had become blurred, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake.

Fu Xueqiong didn't say much, she just picked up Luo He and walked into the air.

Luo He only felt dizzy. Fu Xueqiong's spiritual power was like an invisible chain that tightly imprisoned him. His body was lifted up by Fu Xueqiong completely out of control and flew lightly into the sky.

The surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, the wind was whistling in my ears, there was not a cloud in the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air was so rich that it was suffocating.

When his vision gradually became clear, Luo He realized that he had come to a place—

Canyun Peak?