Flying Dust Chapter 87.2:
The silver moon appeared in the sky as the sun dipped in the west.
One against two, Kemoluo had lost her patience.
She took out the grass flute at her waist and played a tune that couldn’t be heard by ordinary people.
A small insect crawled from the bamboo tube at her waist to the back of her neck, biting through the skin and drilling into the back of her head, all the way into the hair. In the blink of an eye, her eyes flushed red, and she threw out her sword energy.
Lu Qingmo glimpsed her changes, his heart trembled, Jun Wushuang took out his sword to fight recklessly, Lu Qingmo sword energy go around there, but he did not want Kemoluo, that sword as if brewing heaven falls and the earth cracks— momentum, beat them out.
Lu Qingmo fell heavily, in the gravel and grass roots mixed on the ground skidding a few feet away, supporting his body with palms full of blood.
Jun Wushuang landed in the distance, having taken most of the force of Kemoluos sword. Lu Qingmo wanted to go over to see him, only to see him trembling slightly, supporting his upper body, blood flowing along the corners of his lips to his chin.
“Tell you all! No one in this world is a match for the Blood Worshipping Sect Master! Zhong Jun Sword Sword Seed has been passed down from generation to generation, and each Blood Worshipping Sect Master will be more powerful than the last!” Kemoluo’s expression was horrifying.
Lu Qingmo pondered in his heart that Kemoluo’s sudden increase in sword power. It might have something to do with the worms she manipulated just now, but he didn’t know how to draw it out.
“I’ll show you! Regardless of whether it’s the Thousand Cloud Sword or Shi Ji Sword, even if Luo Lianyun comes out of hell, I’ll still be able to make her go back! And He Yunfeng – no matter what martial arts myth, I will tear him apart!” Kemoluo couldn’t hide her smug look, “Tell me, why did you come? Qu Xi Ruo has no relation with you guys….”
Kemoluo squatted down, one hand slapping her knee, seemingly to lower her posture to communicate with the two of them, her scarlet eyes showing a puzzled look, “Because of that Mo Feichen guy? I heard Wen Qianliu say that you two are quite fond of him — but he doesn’t seem to care much about you two, so what’s the point of doing this?”
Lu Qingmo stood up, under the cold moon, even though his hair was disheveled and he was no longer graceful, his eyebrows and eyes were still like ink paintings for people to savor, “Jun Wushuang, don’t tell me you’re die, are you?”
Jun Wushuang kept that posture silent and didn’t answer him at all.
“Don’t be afraid to die, I will let Mo Feichen accompany you, I will also let He Yunfeng live —even if living is worse than death, he will not be able to make up for the regrets of our past Blood Worshipping Sect Masters!” After Kemoluo finished speaking, she was about to use her sword again.
Lu Qingmo was ready to use all his inner strength to withstand it.
Jun Wushuang stood up shakily, his voice low, like a demon in the middle of such a cold desert night, “Before you do anything to him -–I will kill you first!”
As soon as his words fell, a wave of sword energy forced away everything around him, without any detour to cover it up, it charged straight out.
Lu Qingmo didn’t care about this, Thousand Cloud Sword was attached to Shu Xin Sword, the two of them combined their efforts, and even blocked Kemoluo’s crazy sword energy, this oasis will become a legend in the desert before the sunrise tomorrow, only people have heard of it, and no one will ever see it again.
When the sword energy dissipated, Kemoluo was forced to retreat under the ruins of the Blood Worshipping Sect.
Lu Qingmo withdrew his breath and looked at Jun Wushuang, only to find that his eyes were glowing purple, this guy is afraid that in order to enhance his sword power to break through the meridians, if this continues, not only will he go mad, but also damaged his own meridians; it will be difficult to recover.
Jun Wushuang tilted his head up, the arc of his chin like a cold front (meteorology), “Don’t worry, I can’t die… If you can lend me the east wind (favorable circumstances) to solve this woman, it’s not in vain for me to lose my own meridian!”
So, the oasis on the fierce battle continues, victory or defeat is difficult to predict, life and death is not predicted.
“Yunfeng … I have a very scared feeling.” Mo Feichen rode on a camel, looking at the back of He Yunfeng as he said it.
“Fear of the desert? Or afraid of the Blood Worshippers?” He Yunfeng’s hair was flowing in the light sandy wind, becoming the only scenery in the desert, “Because I said that we could reach the oasis tonight, so you are starting to feel uneasy?”
“No… it’s like I’m going to lose something if I don’t hurry.” Mo Feichen covered his heart.
“I will be by your side.” He Yunfeng softly said.
In front of them was a shadow under.
“Is that the… Blood Worship Cult?” Mo Feichen frowned, although it was at night, it was too different from what he had imagined.
He Yunfeng narrowed his eyes, the last time he came, the Blood Worshipping Sect ø wasn’t like that …
“Yunfeng, what do you hear? Is it a storm?” Mo Feichen used his side ear, that kind of air flow collision sound following the air, the gravel that came along is also bouncing.
“It’s not a storm, it’s the sound of invisible sword energy.”
Mo Feichen closed his eyes. In the battle, there are three people, three of them are absolutely peerless experts, such a vicious battle, probably, it’s definitely rarely seen. He sketched in his mind those swords qi momentum and sword road, breathing he then suddenly froze in the throat, “It’s Big brother Lu and…”
“Jun Wushuang, Kemoluo is the one who…is fighting against them.”
“How did they come…? ” Mo Feichen eagerly rolled down his camel, intending to use his
Qing gong to hurry over, “They should be in the Central Plains ah!”
