Allure Summoner

What's more, the surviving people are all enemies except Duanmuming who is his own and Situ Qianqian whose enemy is unknown to me, and they are all enemies who want to cut her into pieces.

In the past, with Duanmu Ming as a strong backer, they could only try their best to suppress the anger in their hearts. If they met her now, their anger that had been accumulated for several days might erupt immediately.

Jun Qianxi looked at the large characters floating in the sky, and sighed again.

After the scroll disappeared in mid-air, she had already lamented enough, she gathered her emotions and sat down cross-legged.

Anyway, no matter who she is with, the other party will definitely come to her, so she might as well use this time to practice, maybe she is lucky enough to make her realize something.

Of course, this is all her whimsical imagination, epiphanies are rare, and comprehension takes time to precipitate.

After she sat down cross-legged, the surrounding wind stopped immediately, and this place fell into complete silence.

In another place, a beautiful figure galloped in the yellow sand, and the elegant white gauze was particularly eye-catching in the wind and sand.

The speed of her thin lips was raised to the highest point, and she felt the almost non-existent spiritual pressure. Who else could such a weak spiritual pressure be besides Jun Qianxi?

An hour later, when she saw the person sitting cross-legged not far away, there was a flash of light in her eyes, and it was exactly what she thought.

The spiritual pressure on her body was instantly released, and the wind and sand surrounding her swept even more violently, and the surrounding gravel was swept into the air by the wind and sand.

Holding the sword in her hand, she approached the person in front step by step.

This powerful spiritual pressure awakened the cultivator, and when Jun Qianxi noticed the approaching person, she quickly moved away from the spot with her right hand on the ground.

With a loud "bang", a huge pothole appeared where she was sitting, and the yellow sand instantly rose up to cover her figure.

With a flick of her right hand, a long sword appeared in her hand in a flash of cold light, and she rushed towards the black shadow behind the wind and sand as quickly as lightning.

The sword was covered with her spiritual power, and the sharp sword light cut through the thick sand and stones, and stabbed towards the opponent's chest swiftly.

"rub!"

A burst of flames flashed, and she felt a numbness in her palm and was instantly shaken away, and then a powerful energy pierced through the sand and stones and flew towards her.

Jun Qianxi reacted quickly and rolled to the side, flashing by in the most concise and effective way.

At this time, the opponent's spiritual pressure slowly fell, and the sand and stones that were rolled up by the powerful spiritual pressure also fell to the ground.

Looking at the familiar face that could no longer be familiar, the corners of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched.

She didn't expect that she would be assigned to Mu Xueyan. She had never confronted the other party head-on, and she had no idea how capable the other party was.

The sword in her hand was as white as snow, with a faint silver thread on it.

After such a long time, taking a closer look at her is still as thrilling as meeting her for the first time.

The bright red mouth is delicate and charming, the small face is inlaid with captivating water eyes, the white gauze skirts are layered on the ground without being stained with smoke and dust, and her slim figure is even more elegant with three thousand black hair scattered down. Ting.

If that kind of beauty was placed in the world, it would not be too much to fascinate three thousand strong men.