DRAGON SOUL SWORD (Series 1)
316. Fight III
Lu Xiuran walked out in a black dress along her ankle, with a high hemisphere that pointed at her smooth thighs.
Lu Xieran even wore high heels that were in matching color with his shoes.
Now, the woman looked like a seductive demon that could conquer the world. Her pretty face also made everyone feel submissive, but not with her.
"Zhang Wei, I didn't expect that you would actually come. " Lu Xioran said as he chuckled and covered his mouth with his plump finger.
"Of course I came to challenge you, I couldn't possibly deny my own words. " Reply while chuckling.
"Hm good thinking, it's a pity that people like you will soon die. " Said Lu Xieran fixed with his trademark smile.
"We don't know the results yet, do we ? He's good to rush. " Say her.
"You're overconfident, I'm afraid it's gonna hurt you. " Lu Xioran said mockingly.
"It's okay, confidence is good. "Speak her while shrugging her shoulders.
"Where to go directly ?" Lu Xioran asked with her seductive smile.
He smiled no less than Lu Xioran and took out his Sword, he used the Dragon Soul Sword.
He was not afraid that Lu Xioran would know this sword in his hand, for no matter how much this sword had changed.
Although the carving is the same, but the color has changed considerably. If the word Han Long Chun used to be dark black, then it was now blood red.
Lu Xioran looked stunned for a moment when he saw his sword.
"What's up ? Are you scared ?" Her question provoked.
"Fearful ? You're dreaming. I just saw your sword look like someone I've met. " Lu Xioran said with a small smile.
"Oh yeah ? My sword is only one in the world, don't tell me. " Say her with a bragging look.
"While ! Why do I confess to me. This sword I've actually encountered, but it's black. Yours are red and appear more fragile than yours. " Lu Xioran said while glaring at the past.
"Are you really ? I wondered who had a better sword than me. " Speak her with ridicule.
"Han Feng ! No, just forget it. I'm just bragging. " Lu Xioran said in panic.
"Han Feng ? I never heard that name. Is he someone who is not famous ? You like her ?"Her question was fishing Lu Xioran.
"Forgot just ! She already had a woman in her life, she disappeared since a hundred years ago. No one knows about the news. " Said Lu Xioran.
He was round his eyes when he got that answer, he did not expect that the woman in front of him really liked Han Feng.
"Let's start fighting. " Take him, Lu Xioran took the initiative to attack first.
He easily fended it off, then counterattacked. Not forgetting that he landed some poison on Lu Xioran's body in powder form.
He fell one of the cloth bags in small size and not attractive. Fire came out of his hands and attacked Lu Xioran.
"You're fast enough, but don't be happy just yet. " His speech, he raised his sword before swinging it upwards.
Lu Xioran took out an iron nail that was like a claw, before pushing her towards her. He bent his body to the bottom to avoid the nail.
Those nails quickly returned again to Lu Xieran's hands. It was fortunate that he quickly dodged, or that his head would burrow.
The claw, hovering just above his face. They are at least more than one brush away, really surprising right.
(One brush in question is the length of the brush, because as far as the author in the past there is still no meter like it now. CMIIW)
He raised his sword and split the claw with all his might. Unexpectedly, the claw split into two.
Even Lu Xioran looked surprised, the guards or disciples of the Ghost Skull Sect disciples had retreated far away so as not to be affected by the fight.
He stared at the cloth bag that was emitting smoke and was about to burn out.
"You..... How could your sword possibly split my claw ? Except...... " Lu Xiuran did not continue his words and looked at him with terror.
"I guess it's true according to the rumors, your scratch is not too strong. I've also heard that your claw has been destroyed several times by someone. " His words were full of ridicule.
"Don't talk too much ! Where did you get that sword ?!"Shouted Lu Xioran with his shrill voice.
"Why ? You're not happy ? You said my sword is very fragile, does that mean that your scratches are even more fragile ?" Ask her while grinning.
"You ! Bastard, you cheated me ! Tell me where you got that sword from !" Lu Xioran shouted furiously.
"You better not yell much, because it will continue to block your respiratory tract and you will die from not being able to breathe. " His word walked around Lu Xioran who fell to the ground.
This Lu Xioran, only a ghost is the weakest if appealed to the other elders of the Ghost Skull Sect.
This woman in front of him also did not have an army of corpses like the other elders, so the young to succumb to her right.
"You !" Lu Xiuran clenched her own chest as she attempted to point at Zhang Wei furiously.
Zhang Wei simply chuckled before crouching next to Lu Xioran and whispering.
"Han Feng is dead, if you really like him, how could you not know his sword ? Let me help you to meet the rest of his soul. Because, his core soul is already mine. " Hisper her with a terrible smile before piercing Lu Xioran's heart with his sword.
"Are you his reincarnation ?" Lu Xioran asked with a stutter and a body covered in blood.
"You're right, but I'd rather be myself. By destroying you guys, I can repay my debt with her and this soul becomes entirely mine, Zhang Wei. " Answer him.
Lu Xieran seemed to reach into his hand and stroked her before falling to the ground helplessly. The woman breathed her last breath in a miserable manner.
He kept the breath barrier poison alive, because he knew it was only the beginning because his next challenge was his real challenge.
Whether he could face her or not, he felt that there were 3 people with high speed flying towards him.
His eyes opened, a sharp look adorning his face changed perfectly. He looked like a God of War who ruled over the entire war.