Chapter 1892 For Justice!

At this time.

Looking at Lou Qianxue, who was standing under the gorgeous red Holy Luck, dressed in white and extremely beautiful, Meilian, Xue Ji and Jing Hang, the three proud sons of heaven from the Holy Profound Continent, all had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Although they had not yet faced Lou Qianxue head-on.

But they felt vaguely that perhaps, this beautiful woman would be the biggest variable for them to enter the Tianxuan Continent this time to seize the Holy Luck and the position of the Holy Son!

Before, even Yuan Haomiao only made them pay a little attention...

And this Lou Qianxue, worthy of her name of suppressing a generation.

A demon who has never been defeated!

Jing Hang's pale face was extremely gloomy, staring at Lou Qianxue, his eyes changing, as if thinking about something.

"You say..." Meilian whispered, "this Lou Qianxue is compared to..."

She hadn't said the name yet...

"Impossible!"

"No!"

Xue Ji and Jing Hang both rejected it: "No matter how powerful Lou Qianxue is, she can't be his opponent!"

Mei Lian nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I think so too."

"Cough... cough cough..." Yuan Haomiao was seriously injured, several ribs were broken, his face was as pale as paper, and he kept coughing up blood. He staggered to get up from the ground. He was proud and high-spirited before, but at this moment, he was incredibly weak.

"You shouldn't be so strong!" He covered his chest and said coldly to Lou Qianxue: "A few days ago, you were obviously not so strong!"

Lou Qianxue raised his eyebrows: "What does it have to do with you?"

At that time, most of her Yuanli was consumed, and her Saint Luck was not as good as Yuan Haomiao. To Yuan Haomiao, she was naturally weak, but now, her Yuanli is at its peak, and her Saint Luck is much more than Yuan Haomiao. If she can't crush Yuan Haomiao like this, then she doesn't have to continue practicing!

"Do you want to fight again?"

She asked calmly: "No matter what you choose, I will accompany you to the end."

Yuan Haomiao was silent for a while: "I admit defeat."

"Qianxue won!" Mu Zhanfeng and others were excited.

"As expected of Qianxue, she will never lose no matter what kind of opponent she faces!"

"Elder Qianxue is naturally very powerful, otherwise she would not be able to become the elder of our Tianshan Sword Sect!"

The two swordsmen of Tianshan Sword Sect also showed a happy expression.

In any case, they did not expect that an ordinary woman who was brought back from Longmen Town that day would grow to such a level in less than two years!

When Lou Qianxue heard the noise, she looked at them sideways, then retracted her gaze and looked at Yuan Haomiao again: "Hand over the Holy Luck."

"You!" Yuan Haomiao's face changed slightly.

Yuan Haoran and other disciples of the Holy Pagoda were even more angry: "Lou Qianxue, are you crazy?"

"Even if you are better than Master Haomiao, when you get on the white jade chair, you can only sit on one white jade chair. With Master Haomiao's Holy Luck, he can also occupy a seat in the white jade chair, so that all the white jade chairs in our Tianxuan Continent will not be obtained by the Holy Son of the Holy Xuan Continent!"

"That's right! For the sake of Tianxuan Continent and for justice, you can't take away Master Haomiao's Holy Luck!"

"It's ridiculous. I won the Holy Luck, and I can do whatever I want with it. Who are you to point fingers in front of me? Moreover, if I lose this battle, will you leave the Holy Luck to me?"

Lou Qianxue's eyebrows were filled with coldness. Her beautiful eyes looked at Yuan Haomiao as if she had no emotion: "Yuan Haomiao, I only ask you, Holy Luck, do you hand it over or not?"