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Their cultivation base was ordinary, and they couldn't see the scene inside the cloud through the dark clouds.
The sound of dragon groans and sword sounds overlapped, making people's hearts tighten.
Xie Yun took time to look back, the dark clouds in the sky tended to dissipate, and dragon blood splashed out from time to time in the dark clouds - Master really had the upper hand.
After a while, a nun voiced the fear in everyone's heart:
"What if, if the young master... loses?"
The surroundings suddenly fell into dead silence, and everyone's eyes fell on Xie Yun, full of hope.
Xie Yun turned his head to look at the dark clouds, he waved his hand to take back the spring mountain: "In this case, I'll go."
However, before Xie Yun could make a move, a whimper resounded in the sky, and in the sound of "crashing", thick dragon blood splashed down like a dyke burst, and it was like a rain of blood, and the air immediately filled with dragon blood. weird sweet smell.
Everyone's breath was held.
I saw the dark clouds dissipated, and a huge long shadow fell from the sky and fell into Shenyu Lake not far away, splashing dozens of feet high!
The dark clouds dissipated, and a figure fell from the rain of blood. She was dressed in white, covered with dragon blood, with exhaustion in her eyebrows, but her eyes were cold.
She was probably extremely tired, and she didn't have the spiritual power to fly into the air. Holding the head of the dragon in her right hand, she slowly walked up the stone steps of the Silver Moon Sect, and the blood of the head of the dragon gushed all the way.
When Lu Zhuoyu walked into the Silver Moon Sect, the monks couldn't help but back away, making way for her to face the Sect Master.
Lu Zhuoyu raised his hand and dropped Jiaolong's head. The bleeding head rolled twice on the ground and stopped in front of Rong Cheng's feet.
Jiaolong's eyes stared straight at Rong Cheng, and the few monks around Rong Cheng cried out in fright.
Rong Cheng stared at Lu Zhuoyu, and when all the disciples of the Silver Moon Sect retreated, she was the only one who didn't move, until her head rolled to her feet, she just stared blankly at Lu Zhuoyu.
Someone beside him pulled Rong Cheng hard and whispered, "I've seen the young master soon!"
When Lu Zhuoyu came down, he noticed that someone was staring at her, because he was stared at for a long time, when Lu Zhuoyu passed by Rong Cheng, he looked at her blankly.
Did not speak all the time, was it frightened? Although she didn't mean it, but what? Just a dead dragon.
Lu Zhuoyu was about to withdraw his gaze, but saw that the little girl slowly rolled her eyes, showing a bright smile: "I have seen the young master."
Lu Zhuoyu: "..."
She didn't know what expression to make for a while, so she withdrew her gaze with a sullen face, and walked to Xie Yun's side: "You have a quick reaction."
Xie Yun: "..."
I don't know why, but the words of praise came out of Master's mouth, and it felt very provocative.
He turned back subconsciously, looking for Ying Baiye's figure.
Ying Baiye stood aside, he had the figure of a teenager, but his eyes were deep, looking at Xie Yun from a distance.
Seeing Xie Yun looking over, Ying Baiye bent the corners of his lips and made a mouth shape: Yan Fu is not shallow.
Xie Yun: Fool, do you know whose jealousy you are eating?
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Chapter 70
The head of the Jiaolong slept at the door of the Silver Moon Sect, and the blood flowed down the stone steps. The sweet smell of the dragon's blood filled the air.
This Jiaolong, who was still showing his teeth and claws just now, has now separated his head.
The silver moon sect has more than 400 disciples, most of them are female cultivators, and there are only more than 20 men with furnace physique, all crowded in front of the sect at this moment.
Xie Yun took Rong Cheng out for two steps, so that the dragon's blood would not get on Rong Cheng's toe.
The Sect Master of Yinyue Sect walked up to Xie Yun and saluted deeply: "Thank you, Elder, for your rescue!"
Xie Yun estimated that his identity should be the worship elder of the Silver Moon Sect.
The so-called enshrining elders are the guests who have received the benefits of the sect and temporarily serve the sect, and are not regarded as insiders of the sect. The obligation to serve elders depends on the benefits received.
Yinyuezong is still a small sect, and there are not many things in the sect that can impress the monks in the integration period, so it is so uneasy to invite Xie Yun's disciples - because he is worried that Xie Yun will not be willing to take action for Yinyuezong.
Xie Yun waved his hand: "Even if I don't come, nothing will happen to the Yinyue Sect."
What supports the barrier is the master's natal spirit sword, which can completely block the thunder of the dragon, but the damage suffered by the natal spirit sword will be passed on to the sword owner.
In this past event, the injury that Master suffered was several times more serious than it is now.
Lu Zhuoyu raised his hand, the blood-colored barrier in mid-air turned into a murderous murder, and the murderous sword returned to Lu Zhuoyu's hand obediently.
Xie Yun had never seen such a murderous sword before, and looked at it curiously - is this Master's life-soul sword? Although the murderous aura is heavy, the intellect is very clear.
He poked Ying Baiye twice, and whispered, "Where's your knife?"
Ying Baiye: "...how did you know that I used a knife before?"
Xie Yun was startled: Yes, he almost forgot that Ying Baiye was not a cultivator who used a sword to prove Taoism. At the later stage of his practice of "Swallowing the Sun and the Moon", Ying Baiye's horizontal sword was gradually put on hold. Before Xie Yun and the two entered the battle, Ying Baiye It's been quite a while since I've had a crossbow.
For Ying Minghui in front of him, using a knife was a long time ago.
Xie Yun stared at Ying Baiye for a moment, stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed Ying Baiye's face with his knuckles: He missed too much time for this person.
Ying Baiye subconsciously wanted to turn his face away, but didn't know why he froze and didn't move.
The Sect Master of Yinyue Sect came out holding the door frame, she asked in surprise: "Is this dead?"
Jiaolong's cultivation at the peak of the distraction period actually died in Zhuoyu's hands? !
Jiaolong with his head separated was in front of the Sect Master of Yinyue Sect, but she still couldn't believe it.
After all, Lu Zhuoyu was only in the middle of the distraction stage, and it was considered that she had killed Jiaolong by leaps and bounds. Even if she was strong, she couldn't hide her exhaustion at the moment, she lowered her eyes and said sullenly, "It's dead."