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Hearing this, Wu Qing seemed to pause slightly.

After a while, he tentatively asked:

"It's Shuyue-jun that the master wants to save?"

Hearing this, Lou Hua glanced at him with a half-smile:

"Whom I save is my business."

"Feel sorry."

Wuqing lowered her head:

"It's a subordinate who overstepped the bounds."

Lou Hua ignored him.

He jumped off the rock, squinting slightly and looking around.

He didn't know where he was yesterday, but now he looked around and found that the two were in a clearing in the woods.

They are surrounded by giant trees that block out the sky and the sun. These plants cover most of the light and look a bit depressed.

Lou Hua closed her eyes slightly, and then asked casually:

"Is my bow here with you?"

Wu Qing lowered his eyes and replied:

"After the master left, the subordinates put away the missing moon and didn't bring it with them."

"That's it."

Lou Hua didn't care too much, he raised his hand and condensed an ice bow with spiritual power.

Afterwards, he drew his bow and set his arrows, and three arrows condensed from the profound ice of ten thousand years pierced through the air, bringing a cold air through the corridor.

In the end, the arrow sank into the tree trunk, and the giant tree, which was as thick as an adult's arms, turned into ice every inch of it under the bright sun, and even the branches and leaves were wrapped in a layer of thin ice.

Lou Hua slightly bent the corners of her lips, her eyes flashed brightly, and her tone was slightly threatening:

"Don't hide, get out."

Wu Qing froze for a moment, then looked up.

Sure enough, as soon as Lou Hua finished speaking, a person walked out slowly from behind the ice tree, and the aura that had been deliberately suppressed also permeated wantonly.

The man was dressed in black and his face was covered by a mask, but Lou Hua could still recognize him as Wen Jianxian from his figure.

Moxiu smiled and clapped his hands to show his appreciation for Lou Hua:

"Master Mozun, you are so sharp."

"Award."

Lou Hua also cupped his hands casually at him, and then raised his hand to hook Moxiu, who was dragged by his spiritual power from a hundred steps away.

But even though Moxiu was pinned by Lou Hua's icy spiritual flow, he still had no intention of resisting.

On the contrary, he looked relaxed, and he still had the leisure to tease Lou Hua:

"I went to Qingyang Mountain and failed to capture you. I didn't expect you to come here by yourself."

Lou Hua smiled at him, noncommittal.

In the next moment, the cold spiritual flow mercilessly strangled Mo Xiu instantly.

But what's strange is that his body didn't splash blood mist, but turned into a ball of black butterflies that spread out in an instant, and condensed into a solid body a few steps away.

Hundreds of butterflies flew by, the dust from their wings shimmering in the air.

The color in Lou Hua's eyes became brighter, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips:

"It runs fast."

Moxiu shrugged:

"No way, I can't beat you."

He paused, his eyes wandered for a moment on the two people opposite him, and finally he said with a smile:

"Why don't you let others play with you?"

After that, a strange smile flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a whistle slipped out between his teeth.

The corner of Lou Hua's lips froze, and at the same time, the bell on his wrist made a slight sound.

He dodged to the side without any hesitation, and in the next moment, a mass of bluish-blue spiritual flow hit the place where he was standing just now, leaving a deep gully.

Lou Hua looked back at the source of the attack.

Behind him, Wu Qing raised her eyes to stare at him expressionlessly, then turned into a flood dragon, and Yang Tian uttered a dragon moan.

"Baby, that demon cultivator has the ability to poison poison, and the little black snake is under his control!"

Ying Long said in surprise.

Sure enough, as he said, the black flood dragon didn't seem to know who Lou Hua was at all, and attacked him mechanically by instinct.

Bite, tail flick, claw control, every step is a killer move.

A cold light flashed in Lou Hua's eyes:

"act recklessly."

After saying that, he no longer dodged, but raised his knee and hit the side of Jiaolong's face.

He didn't show mercy, the huge black dragon let out a muffled grunt, rolled and fell to the ground.

Unlike Moxiu's envisioned cannibalism, this fight turned into a one-sided beating.

He has done his homework before and knows that Black Cat and Jiaolong are Lou Hua's closest subordinates. Even if these two people are inferior to Lou Hua in cultivation, but thinking about the friendship in the past, no one will die against the companions who accompany him day and night hand.

And once people have concerns, they will reveal their weaknesses.

But this time, his tried-and-true tricks didn't seem to work against Lou Hua.

There was no mercy in his movements, Heijiao was beaten back by him, completely unable to fight back, and finally curled up on the ground dying.

Lou Hua's eyes were bright red, he shook his painful wrist, and looked up at Moxiu.

That gaze was indifferent and cold, causing Moxiu to take a step back subconsciously.

He suddenly realized why the only word in the world's evaluation of Lou Hua was "mad dog".

Because he has no so-called "human feelings" at all.

Realizing this, Moxiu made a quick decision.His figure dissipated, and then he turned into a butterfly and disappeared.

Lou Hua saw that the tortoise ran away again, but he was not in a hurry to chase after it.

He moved his gaze to the huge dragon head on the ground, and slapped again:

"Shameful thing, wake up."

Heilong's eyes were still full of fierceness. Although he had no strength to fight back, he still wanted to bite Lou Hua's hand with bared teeth.

Lou Hua frowned and took two steps back.

Without hesitating for a second, he held the improvised ice bow in his hand, put on three arrows, and aimed the arrows directly between the eyebrows of the black flood dragon.

Then, exert strength in your hand and draw the bowstring to full.

Ying Long saw that this person was going to be serious, so he immediately stopped him:

"Baby! He is Wuqing!!"

"Of course I know." Lou Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, without any wavering in his eyes.

"But if he lost himself, he wouldn't be him anymore."

"You can save that Wen just now by catching him."

"trouble."

Lou Hua didn't want to talk more with him, the strength in his hand gradually loosened, and he saw that the arrow was about to break through the air.

At this moment, Ying Long used some method to stabilize his figure, and then said angrily:

"Lou Hua! Do you really not care at all? Have you forgotten who accompanied you through life and death for 300 years? If you kill him, will there be anyone around you who can treat you sincerely?"

Ying Long endured and endured, and finally cursed:

"What a mad dog!"

This sentence made Lou Hua feel a little irritated for no reason.

He broke away from Yinglong's body, and then released the arrow.

With the sound of piercing through the air, the arrow barely grazed the scales on the top of the dragon's head, and finally pierced into the tree trunk in the distance.

"Then get out!"

Lou Hua dropped the ice bow in his hand to the ground, and the ice shattered into pieces, reflecting the dazzling sunlight:

"If you don't like it, just get the hell out of me. You insist on forcing me to accept something I don't understand? Just to remind me that I'm different from others?!"

When he loses control of his emotions or becomes murderous, the color of his eyes will change subtly.

For example, at this time, his pupils were bright red, like poppies in full bloom.

"Because I don't want you to continue like this!"

Ying Long is always joking and laughing on weekdays, and rarely says something serious and stern like this.

Then, he paused for a moment, his tone suddenly slowed down, and he said seriously:

"Lou Hua, you shouldn't be like this."

"Stop pitying me hypocritically!"

Lou Hua didn't intend to understand his kindness.

His demonic aura and spiritual power showed signs of being out of control, and even the grass under his feet was covered with a layer of frost.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound in the air.

In the next moment, the frost on the grass blades melted instantly, and even the raging evil spirit around them disappeared in an instant.

The bright red in Lou Hua's eyes suddenly disappeared, he staggered half a step, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The plain white cloth on his back shoulders slowly smeared three blood-red spots, and those three spots were vital acupuncture points in the spiritual veins, which caused all of his spiritual power to be sealed in his body, making him unable to use half of it.

Soul lock needle.

It is one of the most sinister and vicious weapons in the world, just one can turn a mortal into pus in an instant.

For monks, although the effect is not so strong, it can also block the spiritual flow and make them feel miserable.

Moxiu's voice appeared from behind again:

"The person is useless, take it back, be careful, lest a mad dog bite you."

The soul-locking needles can seal the spiritual veins, and these three needles on Lou Hua's body seemed to have been quenched by some kind of neurological toxin, so that his consciousness was a little slack.

Several people followed orders and tied Lou Hua with chains.

Seeing this, Moxiu stepped forward and took a look:

"Did you drive yourself crazy just now? Save me trouble."

The world in Lou Hua's eyes was slightly blurred, he raised his eyes with a half-smile and stared at Moxiu, making the latter feel a little creepy.

Moxiu was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth and raised his hand, trying to teach him a lesson.

However, at the next moment, there was a dragon's chant resounding from the side of him!

Hei Jiao, who was still dying just now, suddenly got up from the ground, and when everyone was unprepared, he used his last spiritual power to open a way for Lou Huazhen.

Afterwards, he threw himself in front of Lou Hua, turned into a human again, picked him up and ran away as fast as he could.

Lou Hua frowned slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Wuqing, somewhat incomprehensible.

Even his mind has been arrested, why can he break free, and why should he save him?

But he didn't have the strength to ask his doubts, the effect of the toxin made his eyes messed up, and he couldn't concentrate, even he had to cut his palm with his nails to keep from falling asleep.

There was the sound of wind blowing, and the sound of Wuqing's slightly heavy breathing.

The magic cultivator in the distance has already led people to chase him.

Wu Qing fled a little aimlessly, always stumbled by something, even hit a tree several times, and could hardly distinguish the basic direction.

He finally ran to the edge of a cliff, but as if he couldn't see the scene ahead, he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

"Wuqing, there is no way ahead."

Lou Hua reminded aloud.

Hearing this, Wu Qing hesitated for a moment, and just about to stop, she tripped over a protruding stone, fell to the ground, and threw the building painting out.

Lou Hua rolled a few times on the ground, and when he saw that he had reached the edge of the cliff, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell down, and he didn't have the strength to struggle anymore.

Fortunately, Wu Qing rushed over in time and grabbed Lou Hua's hand.

Lou Hua squinted his eyes slightly, there seemed to be countless double images in front of his eyes, he could only distinguish Wu Qing's blue eyes.

Then, Moxiu's voice came from his ear:

"This long worm can really run...!"

Lou Hua couldn't hear the words behind.

He only heard Wuqing's "Master".

There was also the warm and moist liquid dripping on his cheeks.

Then, the hand that was holding him was released.

The building painting fell from the cliff, with the sound of airflow in the ear, and finally, it was terminated by the dull sound of bubbles when it fell into the water.

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