Chapter 1865 I Am the Master It Wants!

"I told you to stop!"

His voice became colder and stronger!

At the same time as he spoke, the energy of heaven and earth surged rapidly, and a strong resistance suddenly appeared in front of Lou Qianxue.

Even the space around her seemed to be blocked.

Lou Qianxue could not move!

She stopped in her tracks, her white dress fluttering in the wind, her beautiful face showed displeasure, and her eyebrows were full of coldness.

She turned her head slightly, her perfectly lined profile facing the people of the Holy Tower, and condensed the man who suddenly appeared: "You people in the Holy Tower are really annoying, do you think I really dare not mess with you?"

Although it was a casual glance, she also saw that the opponent had a handsome face, but he looked a little older than other disciples of the Holy Tower.

The aura around him was cold and powerful, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.

The eyes were very sharp and confident, and the golden holy luck behind him was so rich that it was shocking.

From the beginning of the battle of the Holy Sons to now, she has never seen a person's holy luck so much!

Compared with the opponent's Saint Luck, her Saint Luck is just like the gap between a six or seven-year-old child and an adult!

It's almost the same!

Not to mention that the opponent's cultivation is also unfathomable. Lou Qianxue frowned and felt that she might have met a very difficult opponent!

She didn't care much about the Saint Pagoda disciples Ke Qingsong and Yuan Haoran before. Even when she fought with eight Saint Pagoda disciples before, she didn't feel very difficult.

But now, only one Saint Pagoda disciple appeared, which made her alert instantly. Almost every part of her body was shouting danger!

The moment she turned around, Yuan Haomiao's eyes fell on her face, still cold, strong, and very calm: "Give them back the Saint Luck."

He had no intention of killing anyone. In fact, if his brother and other people in the Saint Pagoda were not too embarrassed at this time, making him feel that the majesty of the Saint Pagoda was offended, he would not even think of talking to Lou Qianxue!

People like Lou Qianxue are not in his eyes.

In his eyes, she is the most evil and extremely evil person in the Saint Pagoda, the real pride of heaven.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not a generous person. No one can take away what belongs to me!"

The Broken Cloud Sword appeared again, and Lou Qianxue said rather cynically without a trace of respect.

Yuan Haomiao's eyes moved down again and fell on the Broken Cloud Sword. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke again: "Good sword!"

He couldn't guess that it was a tenth-level spiritual weapon, but he felt that it was at least an eighth- or ninth-level spiritual weapon.

This kind of spiritual weapon is very rare even in the Holy Tower.

At the first sight he saw it, he was a little moved, and even, he naturally felt that the sword should belong to him.

"Give me this sword, and I can let you go without taking away any of your holy luck."

Lou Qianxue looked strange: "Why should I give you my sword?"

"Because it is a good sword, and you are not worthy of it!"

"This is really funny. My sword is not worthy of me, so how can you be worthy of it?"

Yuan Haomiao looked calm and said as a matter of course: "Yes, I am the master it wants!"

He believed that powerful spiritual weapons have their own spirituality. Such a high-level spiritual sword will never want to follow a weak person. Only in the hands of a strong man like him can this spiritual sword play its role.

Compared to that woman, the spiritual sword definitely wants to follow him!