Lou Qianxue's long eyelashes droop slightly, and her delicate white face is cold, beautiful and refined.

She stepped over the body of the black eagle on the ground and walked forward step by step.

The white dress has no wind automatically. She dances like a white butterfly.

The spirit of the dark crazy toward the building snow suppression of that person's eyes a glimmer of surprise.

"This woman is more powerful than she thought."

On his handsome face, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, showing a trace of displeasure, and soon released: "even so, it can't be my opponent."

He stepped out.

Lou Qianxue's footsteps, also do not know when to stop.

"You feel very sensitive, and you seem to have a lot of mental strength." The young man in the clothes of the pagoda, with the pride in his heart, said to Lou Qianxue slowly.

Floor thousand snow pick eyebrow, know the sea spirit surging between, already let her know each other's appearance.

It was a strange face, this was a stranger.

"You want holy luck?" This is the only reason Lou Qianxue can think of. In the battle for the son of God, the winner can take the holy luck of the defeated into his own.

She had no hatred or resentment with the other side. In addition to Shengyun, she couldn't think of the reason for the other party's action.

"No The young man in the pagoda, however, lifted his jaw slightly, and disdained to say, "do you think I can see that little bit of holy luck?"

As a matter of fact, she turned around and looked at the disciples of the pagoda with her cool eyes: "I heard that the disciples of the pagoda are highly cultivated and very powerful. I also want to see them, but before that, I still want to know why?"

She and the tower, clearly no injustice, no hatred.

"Hum!" The youth of the pagoda snorted coldly, his face twisted for a moment, and he was very ferocious: "you owe me an arm!"

"Ridiculous." Lou Qianxue's eyes fell on the man's arms. The man's arms were sound. How could she owe him an arm?

"Before the battle for the son of God, someone killed my younger martial brother, injured my arm, and injured my arm. If I don't get revenge, I feel uneasy Don't blame me for getting angry with you, because all this is because of you. If you want to blame, blame the man, and don't meddle in your business! "

Electric light flint room.

Lou Qianxue remembers the invitation letter destroyed by dantaiyuan before the battle for the son of God, and the flame at the top of the pagoda at that time.

Yes, at that time, it must be these people who were commenting on her. Dan Taiyuan knew that for her sake, Dan Taiyuan killed this man's younger martial brother and hurt this man's arm. Therefore, today's scene will come into being

After knowing the cause and effect, Lou Qianxue's eyebrows and eyes stretched out and said with a smile: "so it is."

There was no panic, fear, fear or timidity on her beautiful little face, which was a little different from what the disciples of the holy tower imagined.

"May I ask you another question?" Lou Qianxue asked, "what's your name?"

"Ke Qingsong!" After the saint tower disciple reported the famous number, his eyebrows wrinkled, and his patience gradually disappeared. He was already thinking whether to crush the building directly

"Ke Qingsong, right?" While Lou Qianxue nods

Brush!

Wujin meteorite appears suddenly.

"Since Dan Tai has taken your arm, there is no need for your arm to exist."

The next moment!

Boom!

A powerful force suddenly exploded.

Whoosh!

The bright sword light, like thunder and lightning in the night, flashed away

Bang!

Ke Qingsong, a disciple of the holy tower, didn't expect that Lou Qianxue would dare to beat him even though he didn't retreat in the face of such a saint tower disciple?

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