Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Chapter 190 Cruel Tenderness

Due to the threat from Granny Ghost, Elder Jin and Elder Tian were unable to take action and could only continue to watch and look for opportunities.

In response to the sister and brother's pleas, Elder Jin took a deep look at the two and nodded.

"Go ahead, don't hold back in the battle of life and death."

"Yes!"

The two who got the consent looked at each other, today's Miao Ruolong is still dressed in slender women's clothing.

The two beautiful women looked at each other and smiled, their faces were exactly the same, and the loneliness at the corners of their mouths was consistent.

"Brother."

"Sister."

After two shouts of the same tune, there was only one voice that appeared again, and that voice was both male and female, quite strange.

The two shot at the same time, a golden spear and a bronze shield. The combination of the spear and the shield brought them invincible power and absolute protection.

Contradictions merge into one.

They followed behind Lu Yun and quickly sneaked into the battlefield to help Lu Yun share part of the pressure.

For the attack of the two, Lu Yun didn't have any eyes, but the flames jumping in the pupils were a little grander.

At some point, the red mist around me became much thinner. This was the decadence of going downhill after reaching the extreme.

rustle.

rustle……

It seems to be the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings, subtle, weak, and distant.

But every sound is so clear and close at hand.

rustle!

That sound is much denser.

He has been fighting with Lu Yun, because the ghost king who has been unable to take Lu Yun for a long time is already furious.

Red eyes, after the shield helped Lu Yun block a blow, after the spear cut his arm, after Han Jiangxue brushed past...

He... couldn't take it anymore.

"To shut up!"

Like a demon, the ghost king shouted in a certain direction.

After this sound, the rustling sound stopped for a moment, and then surged like a tide in an instant, appearing in front of people with an unstoppable trend.

Something in the shadows reveals its description.

It's a butterfly.

Blood butterflies all over the sky flapped their wings in the air, and the sound of rustling was endless.

A butterfly the size of a palm, with crystal clear wings, like... like a blood moon in the sky, possessing a fatal allure to the ghost race.

The beautiful wings drew beautiful arcs in the air, and the scattered phosphorus powder looked like scattered stars in the dim light of the blood moon, ethereal and hazy.

"Go away!"

The Ghost King roared in a low voice, with veins popping out on his forehead, trying to endure something.

A chain thorn stabbed at the butterflies, watching the butterflies break into pieces under his own power, the ghost king showed a distorted and satisfied smile.

But in this scene, in the eyes of outsiders, the ghost king was like a maniac, venting his power to the air.

Lu Yun glanced at Yao Huai from the corner of her eye.

Wuxiang's illusion is truly astonishing.

The power of fantasy is integrated in this environment, pulling, inducing, and penetrating in every possible way, until it makes the existence in it perish.

Should it be said that he is a big disciple of Wuxiangchu who can challenge his senior brothers?

Lu Yun smiled faintly at him, and after the other party nodded in understanding, Lu Yun's speed increased sharply again.

Although the illusion is powerful, as long as the mind is strong enough, sooner or later you will be able to break free from the illusion.

The reason why the ghost king was so easily attacked was because of the foreshadowing by himself and the Miao family siblings, their attacks disturbed the ghost king's mind.

But the opponent's strength may not have reached its peak, and the state of mind that has gone through the world will soon wake him up.

Before that, what Lu Yun had to do was to seize this opportunity and inflict heavy damage on the Ghost King.

Lu Yun chose the lightweight Han Jiangxue.

The snow-white blade was already stained with blood, and the flowing blood looked like thick dirt, trying to pollute Han Jiangxue's purity.

But the frozen snow, even in the mud and darkness, is arrogant and clear after all.

The top of the cold river is shrouded in wind and snow.

The coldness that does not belong to the world, with the icy air aimed at the soul, quickly stabs at the ghost king.

Even if it was Meng Lin's body, Lu Yun didn't hold back this sword.

All the power in the dantian flows on Hanjiang Snow, which has accompanied its master in many battles, emitting a loud and soft cry.

As a result, the snow-capped mountains collapsed and the ice cracked, creating the power of heaven and earth.

"No!"

The Ghost King, who finally broke free from his dream, let out a mournful roar after seeing the sword.

There was extreme fear in those eyes.

He felt that Lu Yun's monstrous killing intent was the ruthlessness that even if this body was destroyed, he would die without a place to bury him.

In life, you need to see people. In death, you need to see corpses.

Even if she brought the corpse back, Lu Yun would never allow these ghostly things to occupy Meng Lin's body.

Destroy it if you don't get it.

Lu Yun's heart did not fluctuate at the simple thought.

There was a smile on her face, she returned to Wentian Peak in a trance, and in the flying snow, someone taught her how to hold a sword by hand.

A broken smile is a shattered spring, and in that spring, there is still a cold winter that never retreats.

This sword is extremely gentle, but also extremely cruel.

In the midst of this strong killing intent, the ghost king hesitated for a moment.

He had just woken up and hadn't regained his own power, so how could he allow himself to die here.

The ghost king, who had never been fully integrated into this body, had the idea of ​​discarding this body again.

And when this thought came to him, it was not Lu Yun's sword that struck him first, but Meng Lin inside.

The blood color faded away, and the brown eyes regained consciousness for a moment.

Tian Qing appeared in his hand, and the moment Meng Lin regained control, Tian Qing followed his movements and stabbed himself.

The self-inflicted sword completely interrupted the Ghost King's thoughts of counterattack. After suppressing Meng Lin's consciousness again, Lu Yun's sword arrived.

Lu Yun had heard the sound of cold sword piercing through flesh and blood many times.

She could even imagine the horrific scene in her mind when her flesh and blood were torn to pieces.

It's just that Lu Yun's breathing was wrong for a moment when the person under his sword was Meng Temporary.

Han Jiangxue penetrated Meng Lin's heart.

Blood flowed from the back of the sword blade, and the ghost king finally believed that Lu Yun was determined to kill him rather than let him have this body.

The Ghost King, who didn't want to die with this body, naturally pulled away his soul.

The dark shadow escaped into the darkness, trying to find new prey.

The drifting cold air condensed into ice, sealing the wound on Meng Lin's heart.

"Little... junior sister."

When his eyes returned, Meng Lin's usually cold face showed a little smile.

He grabbed Lu Yun's arm, smiling sadly and proudly.

"Well done," he said.

Just like the praise when I was young, it made the memories that always surfaced between life and death come true again.

Lu Yun struggled to open the corner of her mouth, and after stuffing a few pills into the opponent's mouth, she grabbed the opponent's arm.

The power of the green vine was crazily poured into Meng Lin's body by her, a petal floated down, and the green flower imprint on the eyebrows of Xiao Yuanying turned into four pieces.

(End of this chapter)