Ao Cangsheng had continuously bid 306 pounds. Every action was swift and powerful, yet perfectly executed.
Initially, Luo Shuyun managed to withstand the arrogant onslaught.
But then, the swords swarming him multiplied, and in an instant, hundreds of blades slashed him down, compelling him to surrender the wine bottle or retreat in sha.
Not only did every sword strike mark Luo Shuyun’s hand, but even his wide mouth couldn’t gasp for air for a mont.
Other than clutching them, his hands, muscles, and bones were subjected to electric shocks, pain, and numb training.
It seed as if this deluge of strikes was not from a re Sword Holder, but a mountain-like giant.
After several defensive blocks, Luo Shuyun’s hand throbbed in pain, almost breaking.
Yet in these few days, the attack from Aocang Spirit hadn’t abated, instead rising steadily.
In this scenario, although so faces turned unpleasant, it was much better than being crushed and beaten.
He wished to retaliate, but it was impossible.
Another fierce blow, Luo Shuyun trembled, stepping back seven consecutive steps.
After those seven steps, a bit of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he was injured then.
Luo Shuyun feared anger but found himself unable to be enraged.
"Four, don’t use your hand! Even if you kill those boys, you must save our cruel color!"
In anger, sha, and indignation, Luo Shuyun directly ordered the victory.
Although the Heavenly Dragon Five Temples forbid killing, the guilty must be criticized, yet now Luo Shuyun didn’t care anymore.
Currently, these young n made him and the cold gray lose their color and face. If not slain on the spot, how could he face wearing the first garnt later?
Upon hearing these words, frost gripped Aocang Spirit’s eyes, chilling them: "You should be ashad, then don’t bla my discourtesy!"
A roar of rage shook Ao Cangsheng’s arrogant figure, charging straight towards Wu Qing, that chattering adversary.
When Ao Cangsheng suddenly appeared before him, Wu Qing was startled into a panic.
Perhaps due to the previous severe injury being masked, or Luo Shuyun’s unexpected hit, Wu Qing’s anxious heart began running for his life.
"Thousand Blades Without Itch, Hide A Blade!"
Ao Cangsheng roared, simultaneously launching a sword explosion, transforming it into a sword base. Wu Qing’s nagging body was cut off.
Wu Qing lanted that if he didn’t retreat now, Luo Shuyun’s fate would be his own.
Thinking of this, Wu Qing no longer babbled at his wrong ear, then maximized his protective cup and retreated swiftly.
Boom!
No swords or blades were cut down like lightning and thunder, directly bombing Wu Qing’s piercing shield.
Wu Qing groaned that the imnse pain felt by his body was akin to being hamred by a huge mallet, quickly dropping towards the plane’s backside.
Wu Qing muttered that although injured, there was no harm.
But he did not know his arrogance, nor did he like this.
So when he retreated, he ca to the Xuan Yun Palace, stuffing blood into his throat.
"Bao"
Upon Wu Qing’s botherso body hitting the ground, he opened his mouth and spat out fresh blood, his face instantly turning pale.
Originally, Luo Shuyun intended to embroider with Wu Qing’s nagging, to kill Ao Cangsheng.
Yet to his astonishnt, Wu Qing nagged face-to-face, deeply wounded by his own arrogance.
Seeing this, Luo Shuyun imdiately felt disappointed and chilly. He wished to retreat, but was already entrapped in the battle.
He desperately utilized his remaining fighting force, heroically dedicating himself to kill arrogant people.
Ao Cangsheng chuckled, his palm instantly slashing down. The sword did not smite fiercely, nor did it tremble.
This torrent, having no few swords, nor whistling, transford into a sword river, turning lightning into the sea of Luo Shu Qi.
This sound, the first clap shattered with Luo Shu’en’s power, but the rest pierced through Luo Shu’en’s atmosphere.
As the sword pierced his body, Luo Shuyun felt Qi Hai’s stab for a mont. Though intertwined, the swords were like battling warriors, of definite quality, comncing madness within his atmosphere.
Rip...
Luo Shuyun’s face rudely distorted and began aching with contraction.
"Little one, I’m Mr. Luo Shuyun, you never rest! Even if you turn into a screwdriver, I won’t let you go!"
Painful blood oozed from Luo Shuyun’s mouth, yet only two tears involuntarily dropped from her eyes.
Aocang Spirit’s attack not only severely damaged Luo Shuyu but also disrupted her atmosphere.
Luo Shuyun’s own growth also transford because both atmosphere and ocean were shattered.
From then on, he no longer required cold, but an ordinary one.
Luo Shuyun never conceived this trip to Lei Wu Mansion would not only discard the boy in white but also ruin his life.
When a genius as proud as him lost cultivation, it was nearly akin to death.
Wu Qing witnessed Luo Shuyun’s loss, trembling all over. Suddenly, he was afraid, casting fear towards arrogance with abandonnt.
Just when Wu Qing panicked, another unexpected happened.
Luo Shuyun, amidst sorrow, anger, and sha, flipped up suddenly, until colliding with the wall beside him.
Bam!
A subtle blood line streaked across Luo Shuyun’s forehead, suddenly in despair.
Then his corpse started to collapse slowly, dying in Lei Wu’s pavilion.
Not only did it frighten Wu Qing and students of six other Qing Frost classes, but it made Ao Sheng lose consciousness.
He didn’t know that Luo Shuyun not only had arrogance but caprice.
Seeing his life’s future already secured with victory, he didn’t wish for prolongation, deciding directly on death.
Upon seeing this, Ao Cangsheng chuckled, shook his head, and muttered to himself: "You cannot live by your own sin. Who is to bla?"
"Consider what you intended previously, I didn’t aim to embarrass you, yet little punishnt, we cannot avoid!"
Wu Qing heard this and a joyful nagging ensued, then he suddenly pleaded for forgiveness: "Brother, this is all my fault. I am blind, with no reason to provoke."
"Please forgive , let go this ti. I dare not disturb you again. Please! I bow before you!"
Frankly speaking, Wu Qing nagged saying he didn’t even bow before Ao Cangsheng.
It indicates in the eyes of six people, it wasn’t shaful, but their hearts were more terrified.
The user of a bull seems to have been treated likewise. How about six? Would they be completely abandoned like Luo Shuyun?
Considering this, all six couldn’t help but soften their bodies, suddenly losing strength to sit upright.
Indeed,
Ao Cang Party reached out, clutching Tie Wuqing’s nagging right hand, flattening Mr. Duo Sheng’s wrist.
"I wish to let you go too. But I’m afraid it can’t be. Imagine, if you t soone not like , rely an ordinary student. Hmph, would you let her walk?"
"The answer is clearly negative! At that ti, the victim would have been a disciple."
"You not only would be ashad due to embrace but attacked under the violent Ah-power reception."
"At that ti, I didn’t think you always perford well. You could have displayed great goodwill and forgiven this disciple, couldn’t you?"
Ao Cangsheng calmly spoke, even if wearing a brilliant smile akin to wind and cloud.
Yet these silky curls from Wu Qing’s sorrowful eyes made the quick demon pursuit more terrifying.
"Heavenly Dragon Five Temples’ other disciples will never be humiliated again. Tonight, I must give you a long-lasting mory!"
Ao Cangsheng said, gently releasing Wu Qing’s nagging right hand, then fastening his left hand.
At that ti, Wu Qing’s forehead turned cold and sweaty, not knowing pain lingered everywhere.
His handso, graceful face already transford darker, more agonizing than ever.
If the wrist didn’t endure the weight of dandruff, he would scream loudly.
Wu Qing’s nagging left wrist was also promptly crushed by arrogant Cang Ling.
Indeed,
Another sharp cry echoed, reverberating through the corridor for a long duration.
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