She looked blankly at the sharp sword intent that stretched across the sky and the earth. The bright red intent surrounded her and even dyed her green-edged sword a blazing color.
Feeling the sharpness that could cut the sky and split the earth, she finally understood what it was.
This is the intention, the sword intention that only the powerful in the Hou realm can control!
She understood where this idea came from.
She lowered her head slightly and looked in the direction of Liu Huai.
Xiao Liu Huai sat on the blue bricks of the high platform, his black jewel-like eyes meeting Lu Shishi's.
A soft smile suddenly appeared in his cold eyes.
Xiao Liu Huai opened his mouth slightly and seemed to spit out a few words, but no one could hear him.
However, a young and crisp voice suddenly sounded in Lu Shishi's ears.
"This is the Juelian Sword Intent!"
boom!
At this moment, the bright red sword intent across the world seemed to be boiling and became extremely turbulent, as if it was about to tear the sky apart.
Lu Shishi seemed to have a clear understanding in her heart.
She holds a three-foot green blade in her hand, and there are charming red lotuses blooming under her feet, releasing a steady stream of bright red sword intent.
The red lotus seemed to be poured into it with blood, the red was dazzling and the red was beautiful.
Lu Shishi lightly lifted Qingfeng and pointed forward.
The Jue Lian Sword Intention condensed and turned into a beautiful red lotus, slowly moving downwards.
At this moment, Bian Lun, who was on the ground, suddenly felt terrified.
The speed of the red lotus was very slow, but he felt like he was locked.
Bian Lun shouted loudly, and the bone armor on his body changed to become stronger and denser, glowing with a steely cold light.
Soon, the red lotus formed by the sword intention connected with the bone armor.
"boom!"
The red lotus suddenly turned into a torrent of sword intent and enveloped Bian Luolun.
The bone armor that was difficult for even large sects to destroy was easily shattered by Juelian Sword Intent.
"ah!"
Bian Luolun roared in pain.
"Lun'er."
Bian Zhen on the high platform was no longer calm and wanted to take action to save his precious son.
At this time, behind him, a faint coercion spread out and enveloped him, causing him to stop his movements.
Bian Zhen turned around angrily.
Lu Jingyuan looked at him calmly and said, "Did Brother Bian forget what he just said?"
Bian Zhen said with a gloomy face: "If anything happens to Lun'er and King Bian gets angry, your Jinghou Mansion will cease to exist."
Lu Jingyuan narrowed his eyes, with anger burning in his heart.
Threaten him?
oppressive rule?
He looked beyond the edge of his gaze with deep eyes toward the martial arts arena, and said in a deep voice: "Shi'er also knows how to be measured."
"you!"
On the martial arts field, Bian Luolun's bone armor had been completely shattered, and he was seriously injured by the sharp Juelian Sword Intent.
Bian Luolun lay facelessly on the ground, covered in blood and scars, in an extremely miserable state.
The Jue Lian Sword Intention gradually disappeared, and the bright red color that spread across the world slowly faded.
Lu Shishi walked down from the air step by step. With every step she took, a red lotus slowly gathered under her feet.
Finally, she fell to the ground, and all her bright red color disappeared.
She came to Bian Luolun, pointed the Qingfeng sword at his throat, and said lightly: "You lose."
Bian Luolun was lying on the ground, unable to even get up to cook. He was vomiting blood.
He yelled incoherently.
"impossible!"
"impossible!"
"How can you understand the sword's intention!"
Lu Shishi looked calm: "Nothing is impossible. If you lose, you lose. I hope Mr. Bian can abide by the agreement."
After saying that, she put away the Qingfeng Sword, moved lightly with lotus steps, and passed by Bian Lun.
Bian Lun sat up with difficulty, vomiting blood from his mouth.
He looked at the beautiful green figure who had never paid attention to him.
A trace of extreme humiliation welled up in his proud heart.
He is the eldest grandson of Prince Bian's Mansion!
What he can't get, no one else can get it!
There was a hint of viciousness and hysteria in Bian Luolun's eyes.
A dark and cold bone spear appeared in front of him.
With the appearance of the bone spear, Bian Luolun's aura became even more depressed.
His face was as pale as paper, his teeth stained with blood were exposed, and he yelled crazily.
"go to hell!"
The dark bone spear shot away like a ray of light, and the sharp spear tip glowed with a sinister and cold sheen.
Lu Shishi turned around in shock, the bone spear was close at hand!
"Shi'er!"
Lu Jingyuan shouted that the speed of the bone spear was too fast and the distance was so close that even he could not stop it in time.
Bian Zhen's face was expressionless, but he also somewhat agreed with his son's actions.
Because that is his son!
Lu Shishi's pretty face turned pale, and the sharp and cold spear tip slowly enlarged in her pupils.
At this moment, a fiery red arrow arrived in an instant, breaking through the speed of light and colliding with the cold bone spear.
Under that scorching temperature, the bone spear disintegrated like confetti, and finally turned into ashes.
Lu Shishi stood there blankly, staring blankly at the fiery red arrow suspended in the air in front of her, emitting scorching light, with mixed feelings.
There are no greater ups and downs in life than this.
On the high platform, Lu Jingyuan and Bian Zhen stared at the little boy who had been ignored by them for a long time, with horror and fear in their eyes.
Xiao Liu Huai stood on the green bricks, holding a vermilion long bow in his hand. The long bow was attached with the pattern of the sacred animal Suzaku, burning with blazing flames.
He maintained the posture of drawing the bow, the black gem eyes disappeared, and the golden pupils finally reappeared.
The golden eyes were filled with blazing fire, reflecting a domineering and cold light, as if telling the story of his extremely noble origin.
Golden eyes, that is the symbol of the Han royal family!
Xiao Liu Huai said to himself: "Such a despicable and shameless person should be punished."
He drew the Suzaku bow again, and with a loud cry, another fiery red arrow appeared, and then shot towards Bian Lun.
At this moment, his cultivation was completely exposed, and a vast aura of being the only one in the world was swirling and stirring in the air. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
Great Lord.
"Your Highness!"
"Please show mercy!"
Bian Zhen was shocked and turned pale. He quickly knelt down, slammed his head on the ground, and begged bitterly.
At the age of seven, the great master has cultivated himself and has golden eyes.
His identity is self-evident.
However, Liu Huai just looked forward, and Bian Luolun was instantly reduced to ashes under the flaming red arrows, without even wailing, and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
He didn't even know until his death whose hands he died at, who he scolded or insulted.
The Suzaku bow slowly dissipated, Xiao Liu Huai put his hands on his back, and the green dragon robe moved automatically with the wind.
He didn't look at Bian Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground in great pain.
He looked in the direction of the imperial palace, his golden pupils facing the bright sunshine.
He said indifferently: "This man made rude remarks and insulted me as a little bastard. After the battle has been decided, he did such a despicable and shameless thing. I will kill him. Do you have any opinion?"
"I don't dare." Bian Zhen's head was buried deep in fear.
Lu Jingyuan on the side also knelt on one knee and lowered his head, not daring to look directly into those extremely bright golden eyes.
I was amazed in my heart. I didn't expect that my daughter would bring the little prince back. It was really a turn of events.
The fiery red arrow feathers in front of Lu Shishi that protected her also disappeared.
She turned around and looked at that peerless figure that seemed to be alone in the world.
Is this the real him?
The little prince of Longting, a person above ten thousand people.
He is like a young emperor, with peerless elegance.
He is noble, majestic, and has the air of an emperor.
His words can determine the life or death of the royal grandson, and others dare not speak!