Chapter 1842 Ke Qingsong
Lou Qianxue's thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and her fair and delicate face was cold, beautiful, and unworldly.
She stepped over the corpse of the black eagle on the ground and walked forward step by step.
Her white dress fluttered in the wind, making her look like a white butterfly.
The man in the dark who was suppressing Lou Qianxue with his mental power frantically had a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"This woman is more powerful than I thought."
His handsome face frowned slightly, revealing a trace of displeasure, and soon relaxed: "Even so, she can't be my opponent."
He stepped out.
Lou Qianxue's footsteps stopped at some point.
"Your senses are very sensitive, and it seems that your mental power is not low." The young man in the Saint Tower costume said slowly to Lou Qianxue with the arrogance in his bones.
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows, and the surge of mental power in her sea of consciousness had already allowed her to know the other person's appearance.
It was a strange face, this was a strange person.
"You want Holy Luck?" This was the only reason Lou Qianxue could come up with. In the battle of the Holy Sons, the victor could take the Holy Luck of the defeated and make it his own.
She had no reason with the other party, and she could not think of any reason for the other party to attack except Holy Luck.
"No." The young man from the Holy Tower raised his chin slightly and said disdainfully: "Your little Holy Luck, do you think I am interested in it?"
In fact, Lou Qianxue had quite a lot of Holy Luck. She turned around, her cold and beautiful eyes fixed on the disciples of the Holy Tower: "I have asked the disciples of the Holy Tower for their profound cultivation and they are very powerful. I also want to see them, but before that, I still want to know - why?"
She and the Holy Tower clearly had no grudges.
"Humph!" The young man from the Holy Tower snorted coldly, his face twisted for a moment, very ferocious: "You owe me an arm!"
"Absurd." Lou Qianxue's eyes fell on the man's arms. The man had healthy arms, so how could she owe him an arm?
"Before the battle for the Holy Sons began, someone killed my junior brother for you, injured my arm, and caused me to lose my arm. I can't rest until I take revenge... Don't blame me for being angry at you, because all this is because of you. If you want to blame someone, blame that man for meddling in other people's business!"
In a flash of lightning.
Lou Qianxue remembered the destroyed invitation letter from Tan Taiyuan before the battle for the Holy Sons began, and the flames on the top of the Holy Pagoda at that time.
Yes, at that time, it must have been these people who were commenting on her, and Tan Taiyuan knew about it. Tan Taiyuan killed this man's junior brother and injured this man's arm for her, so there was this scene today...
After knowing the cause and effect, Lou Qianxue's eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and she smiled: "So that's it."
On her beautiful little face, there was no trace of panic, fear, or timidity in her expression - this was a little different from what the disciples of the Holy Pagoda imagined.
"Can I ask you another question?" Lou Qianxue asked.
"Ke Qingsong!" After the Saint Pagoda disciple announced his name, his brows furrowed, his patience gradually disappeared, and he was already thinking about whether to directly attack and crush Lou Qianxue...
"Ke Qingsong, right?" Lou Qianxue nodded at the same time...
Swish!
Black gold meteorite suddenly appeared.
"Since Tan Tai has taken your arm, then your arm is no longer necessary."
The next moment!
Boom!
A powerful force suddenly exploded.
Swoosh!
The bright sword light flashed like thunder and lightning in the night...
Clang!
Saint Pagoda disciple Ke Qingsong did not expect that in the face of a Saint Pagoda disciple like him, Lou Qianxue not only did not retreat, but also dared to attack before him?