Chapter 1342 You Are Not Worthy
Lu Changdong looked at his daughter, with the last trace of nostalgia and regret flashing through his eyes, before he fell to the ground slumped.
The nearby Xuewei quickly ran over and suppressed Lu Changdong.
"Old man, Changqiu is late, please forgive me." A handsome middle-aged man led two teams of snow guards into the square, and the shining light of the battle armor in his left hand had just gone out.
That was Lu Changqiu who was appointed as the temporary patriarch.
"It's not too late, just right." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Lu Hua's mouth, and he swung his arms violently.
In an instant, the snow guards formed an array to block the entire altar.
With his back to the entrance of the square, Lu Hua stood with his hands behind his back: "Lu Changqiu, take your brother and persuade you to kiss your niece."
"After all, the Son of God is about to come, so there should be more harmony here."
Lu Changqiu looked at Lu Changdong who was lying on the ground struggling, mockery flashed across his face, he strode forward, clasped Lu Changdong's other arm with one hand, and dragged him directly from the ground.
The shaking of the altar became stronger and stronger, and a cyan vortex quietly emerged again.
A sharp light flashed in Lu Qingxue's eyes, she leaned over and pulled out the Snow Sword, and looked at her father who was being dragged by Lu Changqiu like a dead dog.
Turning around again, he looked at Mu Fan, who had a strange green glow all over his body, his eyes fluctuated violently.
"Lu Changdong, my niece is looking at you. Does it hurt? Say something to her and persuade her to come down."
At this moment, Lu Changqiu had a smile on his face, but there was no brotherhood in his eyes. Lu Changdong's stumped arm slid on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain. At this moment, the distorted facial features on his face began to deform due to the severe pain.
"Why don't you talk?"
Lu Changqiu licked his lips, feeling infinitely happy.
At this moment, everyone in the Snow Clan looked at him with fear and awe.
He enjoyed this look very much, this is the pleasure of power.
[Sorry, my good brother, I can only take charge of such a great family if I trample you to death. 】
However, Lu Changdong made an astonishing move at this moment. No one expected that when Lu Changdong passed an outer threshold, he stepped heavily on both feet.
The whole person stood on his head, his legs grabbed Lu Changqiu's arm violently, and twisted hard.
Click——
Amid the crisp cracking of bones, Lu Changqiu's left arm broke instantly.
"Kill him!" The mournful shout resounded through the square.
In an instant, Phnom Penh Xuewei raised his hand, and several white lights flashed.
boom!
Lu Changdong, who was hanging upside down on Lu Changqiu's arm, instantly turned into an ice sculpture and exploded into mist.
"crazy!"
"My arm, my arm..."
Lu Changqiu yelled sadly, his originally handsome face was twisted with hatred.
On the altar, Lu Qingxue's figure suddenly froze.
Lu Changdong's last look before he died was full of remorse and begging.
At the last moment, he didn't want to force his daughter for the last time, so this time he was begging for her forgiveness.
The three thousand blue threads at the back of Lu Qingxue's head moved without wind, and her whole body stood still like an ice sculpture. At this moment, an extremely cold breath began to rise.
Stretching out the left hand, the big bow like jade reappeared!
With a flick of her sleeve, the Zhuxue sword was swept up in the air, and the tip of the sword turned into an arrow, pointing directly at Lu Changqiu.
The bow is like a full moon.
"Lu Changqiu, you should die!"
In the icy voice, Lu Qingxue let go of her five fingers on her right hand.
The Zhuxue sword turned into a light arrow is about to come out...
A twisting blue light suddenly flashed from behind, attracted to Zhuxuejian, and tugged gently.
The sword edge was pulled back instantly.
"What a fierce woman, His Highness likes it."
A frivolous male voice suddenly emerged from the center of the altar, and everyone looked in amazement.
A shallow vortex quietly opened on the top of the miniature battleship at some point.
A figure in gorgeous green armor stepped out, tall and tall, nearly two meters tall, with an emerald crown on his forehead, revealing that handsome but frivolous face, and his eyes... so arrogant as to As a group of ants.
Only when she saw Lu Qingxue's figure did she become interested.
Staring at the slender figure looking back, the handsome young man's eyes flashed with astonishment, then he narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly, casually playing with the snow sword in his hand.
Behind him, four burly three-meter-high green armor generals stepped out one after another, looking indifferently at the audience.
For a moment, there seemed to be a spiritual storm in the whole square.
Endless coercion struck from the soul.
Behind the vortex on the top of the battleship, another blue sky can be seen faintly, as well as countless giant flying objects rising in the air, towering like mountains.
"Your Highness, Son of God?!" Lu Hua shouted excitedly, taking two steps in three steps, and suddenly knelt down, with excitement and... panic in his eyes.
"Lu Hua, is this the girl from your Snow Clan? She is really beautiful, and I am very satisfied."
The identity of the person who spoke has already been revealed, and it turned out to be the person who is waiting for this welcome ceremony, what Alfonso said...His Royal Highness Ambrose.
However, Ambrose's face was no different from that of a human being, without Alfonso's burly body and ugly face, and the faint magnetism when he spoke made it difficult to confuse him with Alfonso.
Ambrose looked around, but did not see Alfonso.
"Where's that bastard Alfonso?"
The impatient voice instantly silenced the entire square.
Lu Hua's back was covered with cold sweat, and just as he was about to explain, a blue-armored general standing beside Ambrose suddenly said in a deep voice: "He is dead, the air here echoes his ...a message of death."
A brown tentacle on the back of the blue armored general raised slightly.
Lu Hua's figure froze for an instant.
And the smile on Ambrose's face also disappeared, and he looked away from Lu Qingxue's face, looked at Lu Hua, and raised his palm.
boom!
A cyan shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded suddenly, and Lu Hua, who was 30 meters away, was hit hard. A wave of white mist exploded in front of his chest.
Just as those Xuewei were about to move, Lu Hua suddenly raised his arms and shouted, "Stop!"
He looked at Ambrose on the stage while clutching his chest, bowed his head and knelt down, "Lu Hua, a survivor of the old days, thank you His Highness for not killing me."
"You're an old thing, but it's interesting, you can afford it and let it go."
"Now I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Take me out of the Shenhe region first. I brought the fleet you want, the endless fleet." Ambrose Senhan glanced at Lu Hua, then looked at Lu Qingxue again, " As my woman, don't you have any vision?"
"Stand by my side!"
He reprimanded unceremoniously.
Ambrose seemed to regard himself as the master.
Lu Hua's face was full of ecstasy, he kowtowed desperately, begging for mercy like a grateful old dog.
There was neither sadness nor joy in Lu Qingxue's eyes. She looked up at Ambrose standing on the battleship and the four blue-armored generals who had an unusually terrifying aura, and opened her lips softly: "You are not worthy."
Deathly silence at the altar.
Ambrose's expression froze.
The brown eyes of the four blue-armored generals flashed with astonishment.
Is this woman crazy?
Does she know the consequences of saying this?
Does she know that any one of the four of them is enough to kill everyone in this square?
The Snow Clan are just older natives in this universe, so what qualifications do they have to say that people from the forest domain are unworthy!
In an instant, a murderous intent rose from midair.
Ambrose shook his head slowly, with regret in his eyes, looking at Lu Qingxue's cold and proud face, he sighed and stepped off the battleship:
"This is the first time Your Highness has the urge to use force. Women need men to conquer. Today I will teach you this truth."
A determination flashed in Lu Qingxue's eyes, and the last gleaming dagger flickered in her palm.
That's what she kept for herself.
In the sound of rustling steps, everyone held their breath and watched intently.
Mu Fan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and the pure green flashed across his pupils.
The cold figure with a delicate fragrance came into view clearly.