NOVEL NEXT Chapter 46
At this moment, at this moment.
On the fourteenth floor of Dengtian Pavilion.
An exquisite girl wearing a goose-yellow war dress, holding a sparkling silver spear, her black hair tied into a ponytail with gold threads, stood majestically on the opposite side of Lei Luo.
The girl's name is Sikong Qianluo.
Her father is Sikong Changfeng.
The silver spear pointed at the lightning, and she coldly snorted:
"Are you Leimen Leiluo? It's quite impressive that you can actually break into this young lady's level."
"Just a little trick."
Opposite, Lei Luo smiled indifferently.
Sikong Qianluo is the eldest lady of Xueyue City. She liked to dance with guns and sticks since she was a child. She has learned the true teachings of her father's marksmanship. She is already at the first level of the free realm, only one step behind Tang Lian back then.
"Lei Luo, I heard that when you were in Tang Clan, you defeated my senior brother Tang Lian and caused him to be punished to transport wine to Turpan. I will help senior brother teach you a lesson now!"
"Look at the gun!"
Sikong Qianluo was filled with anger. He shook his spear, and the tip of the spear turned into thousands of silver stars, which rained down on Lei Luo's body. His shooting skills were fierce, and there were repeated sharp sounds in the air.
Whoops!
Lei Luo's toes touched the ground, and his body quickly drifted away.
Sikong Qianluo kept shouting:
"pierce the gun, split the gun, collapse the gun, point the gun, stab the gun, cloud the gun……"
A silver-moon spear that was centered and straight was in her hand, either pricking or piercing, pumping or hitting. The spear's light shot through the air, and there were bursts of wind and thunder all around. The tip of the spear was never three inches away from Lei Luo's chest. Her marksmanship was very good. Smart.
Unfortunately it's of no use.
Lei Luo just dodged slightly, turned around, or stepped back, taking one step to the left and one to the right to easily dodge her attack.
Sikong Qianluo was furious:
"hateful! Why don't you draw your sword now? Are you looking down on this young lady? How unreasonable!"
Lei Luo is obviously about the same age as her, but no matter how she attacks or changes her shooting skills, she can't touch the opponent's body.
"Why should I use my sword to win?"
The faint words sounded, and Lei Luo's toes touched the ground.
Whoosh!!
He floated on the tip of Sikong Qianluo's spear, and the golden rooster stood on it independently. He pulled out the white jade flute from the collar with his backhand and placed it under his lips. The movements were clean, neat, and freehand.
Sikong Qianluo was annoyed and coquettish:
"Come down here!"
Holding the gun with both hands, he lifted it up hard, threw Lei Luo into the air, and then stabbed Lei Luo's lower body. Unexpectedly, when Lei Luo fell, he tapped his toes lightly and stepped on the tip of the gun again. The heavy burden came down, and her hands suddenly shook violently, her arms were numb, and her forehead was dripping with sweat.
And the next moment.
Buzz!
Ming!
Clang!
Clang!
A blast of Xiao sounded, shaking the eardrums.
Sikong Qianluo pointed his sword at an angle. In the sky, Lei Luo Golden Rooster stood alone on the tip of the spear, playing the jade flute. The flute sound was melodious, rising and falling, just like the ocean tide. It was strange to say that.
As soon as this weird Xiao sounded, the grumpy Sikong Qianluo suddenly became It becomes quiet, as if you are deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself, and gradually become intoxicated, like a dream.
"Bi Hai Chao Sheng Qu is really good."
Lei Luo smiled slightly and continued to play the jade flute.
People have seven emotions and six desires, joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow. Music has seven rhythms and five tones. Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, the five tones correspond to the five emotions, and the deep internal force drives the Xiao sound, which can make people deeply involved. , delirious, she laughs when asked to laugh, cries when asked to cry.
In the blink of an eye,
Sikong Qianluo has put down the silver moon gun, his pretty face is red, as if he is drunk, his mouth is dry, his thoughts are racing, and his mind is thorough Missing her hand, her beautiful eyes stared at Lei Luo, who was dressed in white and snowy, as if she were intoxicated and confused.
Lei Luo smiled and asked:
"Do you still want to vent your anger on Tang Lian?"
Her eyes were blurred:
"forget about it."
Lei Luo asked again with a smile:
"Either you win or I win."
Her eyes were as charming as silk:
"you win."
Lei Luo nodded:
"I'm going to the fifteenth floor, you can play here by yourself."
Hey!!
Lei Luo left the place and floated up to the fifteenth floor. On the place where he was, Sikong Qianluo stood quietly in the middle of the house with dull eyes. For a long time, his eyes gradually returned to clearness. He remembered that he had been so ugly just now, with his little face. The ground turned red, and he wanted to strangle Lei Luo to death.
Lei Luo floated to the fifteenth floor, stood on the spacious floor, looked straight out with starry eyes, and saw a middle-aged man in blue standing in front of the window.
Nian's back was turned to him, staring out the window alone in a daze. His back was thin, with a few strands of gray hair on the back of his head. He looked haggard and depressed. There were many empty wine jars piled on the ground next to him, and the air was full of alcohol.
This person was Lei Yun. crane
"Did Qianhu ask you to come? Or did Lei Hong ask you to come?"
Lei Yunhe slowly turned around and looked at Lei Luo opposite. One sleeve was empty. The wind from high altitude blew into the fifteenth floor. The sleeve was fluttering. The scene was shocking.
"Elder He. Lei
Luo's eyes were firm and he said:"I'm here to take you back to Leimen. Leimen needs you very much now.""
I am the only one in Lei Sect's free world. Facing the old immortals of Tang Sect, I still can't guarantee victory. In order to survive or to strengthen Lei Sect, Lei Yunhe must go back without any negotiation.
Lei Yunhe shook his head and said happily:
"Lei Luo, when I left Thunder Gate, you were just a little baby. I didn’t expect you to grow up so big and even climb to the fifteenth floor. You are to be feared and feared."
The fact that Lei Luo can appear here is enough to show that he is not weak in strength, which makes Lei Yunhe very happy. There is a successor to Lei Sect. Lei Luo said with firm eyes:
"Elder He, you have been living in seclusion in Xueyue City for too long. You may not know what is going on outside. The Tang Sect has colluded with the Underwater Killer to massacre our Thunder Sect. Are you really indifferent?"
The words are sonorous and heavy as mountains.
In fact, Lei Luo is still not sure whether the Tang Sect has colluded with Anhe, but in order to let Lei Yunhe return, he has to say so. Anyway, it will be a matter of time.
"underground river……！！"
Lei Yunhe was shocked.
His is so bleak���His eyes suddenly burned with fighting spirit, but the next moment, he touched his empty sleeves, and suddenly became old-fashioned, with no fighting spirit, and a look of decadence on his face.
"From now on, our Raimon depends on you. I will not go back.……"Lei Yunhe looked up to the sky and sighed:"I don't have the face to go back to Lei's house!"
He was obviously only in his thirties, but his head was covered with white hair, like an octogenarian, dying in his old age, without any fighting spirit or pride.
Lei Luo frowned:
"Or is it because of Zhao Yuzhen? After all these years, can’t you still let go?"
Crack!!
Speaking of Zhao Yuzhen, Lei Yunhe's heart trembled violently, as if being pricked by a needle, his pupils shrank for a moment, his face showed pain, and his tiger body visibly trembled.
He waved his hands in pain and said:
"Luo boy, go back."
He picked up a wine jar on the ground and drank hard, as if he wanted to kill himself, and then there would be no worries after death.
Suddenly.
Bang!!
The wine jar was shattered by a finger, and the wine It was scattered all over the ground and also made Lei Yunhe's clothes wet.
On the opposite side, Lei Luo put away his sword finger and said angrily:
"Lei Yunhe, cheer up the hell! Tangmen and Anhe are going to massacre Leimen, and Leimen needs you! The tribe needs you! Do you understand me!"
"clansman……"
Watching Lei Luo, Lei Yunhe froze on the spot and did not get angry.
He suddenly smiled bitterly and said:
"I'm already a useless person, what's the use of going back?"
After speaking, he exposed the broken arm and showed it to Lei Luo. Only the upper half of the arm was left. The wound was smooth and round, and the wound looked like an ugly sarcoma.