"Shut up, Luoshen Mountain is a holy place in the eyes of the grassland people. We welcome any friends. But we do not welcome outside provocateurs." Mu Qingxuan shouted coldly.
Lu Zhenxuan joked: "I'm not provoking. I just came here today to borrow your purple jade wall to have a look. Is that okay?"
"Purple Jade Divine Wall, oh, it turns out you came here for this purpose." Mu Qingxuan looked at Lu Zhenxuan with a somewhat confused expression. Seeing that he was majestic, talented, and very heroic, she couldn't help but hum: "Humph, you
Who do you think you are? This Purple Jade Divine Wall is the most precious treasure of my Luo Shen Mountain, and whoever wants to see it wants to see it?"
Lu Zhenxuan smiled lightly and said: "I have traveled thousands of miles and come here with sincerity. Luoshen Mountain will not be so stingy!"
"Of course I'm not stingy, but I'm not as generous as others think." Mu Qingxuan said coldly.
When Lu Zhenxuan heard this, he immediately slammed the black heavy sword on the ground, causing several cracks in the hard ground. He was very arrogant and said: "Whether you agree to Luo Shen Shan or not, I will definitely watch it today."
"Your Excellency, please come back! This Purple Jade Divine Wall will not be loaned out." Mu Qingxuan is not an ordinary person in Luoshen Mountain. She has a prominent position and has a very high right to speak. Of course she has no reason to lend it out.
What's more, she has never seen such an arrogant person who dares to go up the mountain to provoke alone. This Lu Zhenxuan is the first in the past hundred years.
"What if I have to watch it?" Lu Zhenxuan said stubbornly.
Mu Qingxuan's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Your Excellency, I, Luo Shen Shan, don't want to be enemies for no reason. I hope you won't push yourself too far. If not, don't blame me, Luo Shen Shan, for being ruthless."
"Little girl, you have such a bad temper." Lu Zhenxuan held the hilt of the sword with both hands, held the sword on the ground, and looked at each other with interest: "Today, if you Luoshenshan doesn't agree to my request, I won't leave today. It just so happens that I
I also want to see if your secret skill at Luoshen Mountain is as miraculous as the rumors say."
When Mu Qingxuan heard what he said, her face became even colder: "Ignorant fanatic, how dare you challenge my status in Luo Shen Mountain again and again. I will cut off your legs today and throw you down the mountain."
As soon as the words fell, there was a whooshing sound, and Mu Qingxuan disappeared instantly, turning into an afterimage. She swung her sword to stab Lu Zhenxuan not far away, and almost blinked before reaching the opponent.
When a group of people around saw this scene, they quickly backed away ten feet, leaving a large open space.
A ray of cold light magnified sharply in his sight, and a smile appeared on Lu Zhenxuan's mouth. He stretched out his hand like lightning, put his fingers together, and instantly mixed the tip of the opponent's sword.
When Mu Qingxuan saw this, her color changed slightly, and her wrist suddenly shook. The pink sword trembled rapidly, like a swimming fish, and it quickly stabbed Lu Zhenxuan's throat along the gap between her fingertips. "Soft sword?" Seeing that sharp sword?
The sword suddenly became extremely flexible, and Lu Zhenxuan was slightly surprised. Then he kicked the ground with the sole of his foot and instantly turned into an afterimage, retreating seven to eight feet.
When Mu Qingxuan saw the other party retreating, she couldn't help but sneered: "Humph, you know how powerful you are! I advise you to retreat in spite of the difficulties, lest you see blood and hurt your harmony."
"Miss Mu, you have such a beautiful swordsmanship, but it's a pity that it's sharp but not murderous. It still needs to be tempered." Lu Zhenxuan glanced at the sharp sword in the opponent's hand, shook his head and laughed.
From what he said, it was clear that he looked down on Mu Qingxuan's swordsmanship.
Mu Qingxuan was not a fool. Naturally, she could hear the sarcasm in the opponent's hands and couldn't help but get angry: "I still need you to comment on my swordsmanship and see my moves."
Brush! Brush! Brush! The pink sword shook rapidly, like a rattlesnake, making a series of sweet sword roars.
Whoosh, Mu Qingxuan flashed erratically, leaping ten feet away in an instant, and arrived in front of Lu Zhenxuan. Countless pink sword shadows enveloped him like fishing nets.
Lu Zhenxuan smiled indifferently, and moved around quickly like a ghost. He moved nearly twenty times in the blink of an eye, and afterimages continued to appear around him.
Chi. Chi. Chi... Clear sword marks were carved out of the visible ground, criss-crossing each other, and full of energy.
"Tsk, tsk, Miss Mu, you have a good figure, but it's a pity that your sword technique is wrong."
"Look, it's too slow."
"Idiot, I'm behind you."
"Hey, no, I'm on your left."
"Hey, you idiot, I already told you to stay behind you."
Facing Mu Qingxuan's crazy attack, Lu Zhenxuan seemed to be at ease and at ease. He kept dodging and erratic, and the misty sword shadow kept passing through his afterimage, but no trace of blood was exposed.
Mu Qingxuan looks like she is dancing with a sword, with a graceful figure, constantly swinging her sword to strike, but the figure of the other party is really weird, like a leaf floating in the wind. The other party is obviously right in front of her, but she can't touch him no matter what.
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The most annoying thing was that this guy could only dodge her sword, but he was still mocking her unscrupulously, just like a master teaching his apprentice. Mu Qingxuan became angrier the more she thought about it.
With a swipe, a brilliant sword light lit up, instantly locking onto Lu Zhenxuan behind him, but it turned into a flash of pink cold light and struck quickly.
Lu Zhenxuan retreated while Mu Qingxuan rushed forward as fast as possible.
"Miss Mu, if I defeat you, can I borrow your purple jade sacred wall to watch it?" Lu Zhenxuan did not forget to take the opportunity to joke while he was retreating.
Mu Qingxuan's green hair was blowing in the wind, and her eyes were cold: "Hmph, you must defeat me first. Your strength is simply not enough."
"At least it's more than enough to beat you." Lu Zhenxuan's feet swayed, and he quickly bypassed the opponent and wiped the opponent's waist.
The two sides instantly opened a distance of five feet, and only heard a faint laugh from behind Mu Qingxuan: "Miss Mu, did you lose?"
Mu Qingxuan quickly stopped and turned to look at the other party, only to see Lu Zhenxuan looking at him with a faint smile, his smile full of ridicule.
"I didn't lose, what are you talking nonsense about?" Mu Qingxuan retorted with a breath of anger in her heart, refusing to admit defeat no matter what.
Lu Zhenxuan joked: "I have taken off your belt, and you still say you don't have it. You can't keep your word!" As he said that, he showed off an exquisite purple belt in his hand.
This was exactly what he had just pulled off the opponent's body. Because he moved so fast, Mu Qingxuan didn't even notice it.
When a group of disciples around saw this scene, they couldn't help but burst into an uproar. They immediately started talking, talking to each other, and burst into laughter. They looked at Mu Qingxuan with eyes full of ridicule.
He even dared to pick off the waistband of the Saint from Luo Shen Mountain. This kid who came down from the mountain is really brave.
Mu Qingxuan looked at the purple dress that was loose around her waist, and her expression suddenly became embarrassed. Then she became angry and said, "Shameless person, I'm going to kill you."
"Oh, it turns out you are the saint of Luoshen Mountain. No wonder you are so beautiful. However, you should be willing to admit defeat. I have been merciful just now. Otherwise, you would probably be lying on the ground now." Lu Zhenxuan said jokingly.
The tone said.
"Shut up, you despicable villain. You are playing dirty tricks. I will definitely kill you." Mu Qingxuan gritted her teeth and stared at Lu Zhenxuan, like a crazed tigress, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
The status of the Saint of Luoshen Mountain is so noble that a man can molest and defile her wantonly.
Without saying a word, Mu Qingxuan turned into an afterimage and rushed forward with a swish sound. She struck Lu Zhenxuan with a sword like lightning. She wanted to split this disgusting face in half to relieve her hatred.
Just when the sword blade was less than three inches away from the opponent's eyebrows, Lu Zhenxuan's feet swayed, his whole person became very blurry, and he almost instantly bypassed the opponent's sharp sword like a ghost.
When he reappeared, he was already behind Mu Qingxuan. A hand quickly passed through her creaking hole and pressed hard on her towering peaks.
"You must speak according to your conscience." A man's ridiculing voice suddenly sounded in Mu Qingxuan's ears.
The palm of his hand pinched her sensitive parts very restlessly.
Mu Qingxuan jumped up, and her delicate and pretty face was as hot as a cloud of fire.
