Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 131 Puppet Maze

And he seemed to hear faint laughter - Lu Wensheng looked up, wanting to see Liu Jiqian's expression clearly.

From this angle, the sparse snow fell on Liu Jiqian's brows, glistening with water. His thin lips were stained with a layer of crimson, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, looking restless and eye-catching.

Lu Wensheng's attention was immediately diverted elsewhere: Damn, he seemed to have been hit by a beauty attack.

"So can I hold your hand first?"

Lu Wensheng's mind was still confused, but he spoke faster than his brain: "Okay." Uh, wait, was he being seduced by a beauty trap?

But since he had already agreed, it would not be a good idea to go back on his word - Lu Wensheng was holding hands with Liu Jiqian with a conflicted look on his face.

Liu Jiqian lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Wensheng's conflicted expression, curled the corners of his mouth, gently held his hand, then inserted his fingers into his fingers and clasped them.

He could feel that the person next to him was actually trembling slightly with nervous fingertips. Liu Jiqian touched his finger lightly, and he hooked it over, intertwined his two little fingers, and gently rubbed his fingertips with his fingertips.

Lu Wensheng felt the current in his fingertips climbing up his arm, and his heartbeat lost its rhythm - damn, this is really wrong! The interaction is just like that of a young couple, is Liu Jiqian gay? ! The popular boy in the original novel seems to be fine!

Lu Wensheng exerted a little force, trying to pull his hand out without making a sound, but the other party held on tightly and looked at him with a wronged expression.

"Brother Lu?"

Lu Wensheng didn’t move: I’m really convinced.

Before Lu Wensheng could figure out how to explain it to Liu Jiqian, he took his hand out and heard the rustling of branches and leaves all around him, and many figures flashed past them.

Lu Wensheng quickly pulled his hand out and touched his sword: Ahem, the situation is urgent, it's not because he refuses to shake hands.

Liu Jiqian didn't say anything. He turned sideways and stood back to back with Lu Wensheng. If Lu Wensheng looked at him, he would definitely see the bright smile in his eyes.

As figures rushed out, the sounds of sword fighting rang out and murderous intent approached.

Liu Jiqian remained calm, held his breath and stroked the hilt of the sword. The next moment, he felt two auras approaching from the left, front and back at the same time, and a terrifying murderous intent suddenly emerged.

"bass--"

The green pearls swayed lightly, and the long sword was unsheathed.

As the sword holder's luck increased, the clanging sound of the sword shook the sky, and the dazzling blade light actually forced back a large amount of fog around it.

Lu Wensheng turned his head and smacked his lips: Tsk tsk tsk, he is worthy of being the chief of the Wenxian Sect who was not weakened by Shi Yubai's poison, the top combat force of the younger generation, this strength is so strong!

Liu Jiqian tapped his toes lightly, and his crane robe spun around in mid-air. He turned his wrist neatly and drew a sword flower, but the sword intent contained in the move was like the March breeze blowing over the spring water, gentle and not sharp at all.

Seeing this, Qu Yanhui, who was controlling the situation from behind, secretly despised it. Several puppets rushed straight at the sword energy, and the double blades instantly connected with the sword body, sparking!

Liu Jiqian resolved the attack of the double-edged puppet, tapped the ground with his black boots, and retreated quickly. In the thick fog, he raised his phoenix eyes slightly and curled his lips, already understanding the realm of the puppet.

With Liu Jiqian, the strongest fighter, supporting him, Lu Wensheng should have been much more relaxed. However, Qu Yanhui's puppets were so densely packed and hidden in the thick fog that they seemed endless, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Lu Wensheng felt like he was being targeted. Several puppets wanted to outflank him. Just because he split the puppet possessed by Qu Yanhui and smashed its head? Was he so vindictive?

There was a living puppet that was surrounding him and wielding a heavy sword. Wherever the heavy sword passed, sword shadows were like weaving. The heavy sword, which was almost as tall as a person, seemed to have no weight in the puppet's hand. It chopped straight towards Lu Wensheng, and it seemed that it wanted to chop him in half.

At the same time, several puppets came behind Lu Wensheng to block him. They swung their swords, emitting dazzling and fierce light, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Little Deer/Brother Lu/Brother Lu/Fellow Daoist Deer!"

The sword in Lu Wensheng's hand was like a white snake spitting out its tongue, hissing and breaking through the wind, breaking through the blockade of the two lower-level puppets behind him and thus avoiding the attack. However, his arm was scratched, and he touched his left arm to reply to everyone.

"fine."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The blade of the heavy sword puppet slashed on the hard tree trunk, causing bursts of sound of metal clashing and sparks flying. The hard tree trunk was completely shattered, and white sword marks were left on the ground. If it had really fallen on Lu Wensheng, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Sensing the intentions of the puppets, Liu Jiqian glanced at Lu Wensheng's wound and his eyes darkened.

Then, in the thick fog, a figure in a moon-white crane robe that was retreating suddenly stopped. He turned around in an instant, drew his sword and stood up. The aura around him was completely different from the gentle one just now.

The murderous intent spread out like raging waves. He just stood there quietly with the sword in his hand, but the terrifying pressure made it impossible for anyone to get close to him.

The puppet that had been pressing forward paused slightly. Qu Yanhui, who was controlling it from behind, opened his eyes wide at the sight of this. An unprecedented panic broke out in his heart. He couldn't help but secretly curse the puppet for underestimating the enemy and seeking death. He wanted to ask the puppet to dodge, but it was already too late.

The sword moves up and down.

The surging spiritual power contained in the sword, carrying a bleak and sharp aura, broke through the air and headed straight for the living puppets that trapped him.

In order to control the strongest fighting force, those who surrounded Liu Jiqian were all living puppets. They looked like real people, with flesh and blood, and their strength was not low. However, even if they were living puppets, after being hit by this move, they immediately vomited blood, their internal organs were shattered, their bodies were broken, and they smashed through the trees and flew backwards. They were completely broken, and Qu Yanhui couldn't get up no matter what he did.

Qu Yanhui felt pain in his flesh and gnashed his teeth—his living puppet! Completely, like this, was destroyed!!!

However, Liu Jiqian, who had just dealt with the living puppet on his side, did not relax at all. His eyes were solemn, and suddenly he swung the sword behind him. His clothes fluttered, the sword shone, and he was as agile as a swimming dragon. The long sword was dazzling and bright, as if it had snatched the moonlight in the dark fog, and it was like a white painting in the shining forest.

The puppet wielding the heavy sword quickly fought back, causing the sword to shake violently.

The other puppets rushed to support, Yan Qingshu and others were stunned, and suddenly felt that they were useless.

Yan Qingshu smacked her lips and said, "Is Liu Jiqian invincible? So powerful?"

Lu Wensheng was able to catch his breath, took some healing pills and reunited with everyone else: "I didn't expect that the usually gentle Senior Brother Liu would fight so fiercely."

Ji Yanli: "Senior Brother Liu is a sword cultivator, and don't you know? He is the number one in the battle strength list of the younger generation of disciples, and he always tops the list."

[Originally 1Vn, now 1Vn. ] The system suddenly bubbled.

Yan Qingshu: "What kind of hell joke are you telling?" It's not funny at all. If you laugh, you will lose your merits.

Lu Wensheng: "It couldn't be better now. He has the ability, so he should swing his sword for himself. The farther those attacks roll, the better. Don't mention the original plot anymore. It makes me upset just by listening to it."