C343 I'll Spare Your Life

The young master was about to lunge at the old man, but the man grabbed him and pulled him back without saying a word. However, his speed was very slow. That man wanted to block Looh Miaoer's momentum but did not succeed. Before he recovered his senses, he saw that the man was swept away by Looh Miaoer's sword again. Other than himself, everyone else was knocked down to the ground by ___ alone. He could not help but feel grief and indignation. For a moment. He did not know whether he should run away or stay and fight with the enemy. Just as he was hesitating... Looh Miaoer's sword was in front of him again. The cold air on the sword made his neck hurt.

Seeing Looh Miaoer's sword swiftly and fiercely chopping towards his neck, the young master wanted to dodge in time. He thought to himself, "It's over!" He could only close his eyes and wait for death. On the surface, he pretended to be calm, but in reality, his heart was broken.

Suddenly, the young master felt a chill run down his neck. It was as if he had been lightly hit by an ice thread. After a long time, he did not seem to feel anything unusual. He could not help but slowly open his eyes and see that Looh Miaoer had already retreated thirty feet away. She was slowly sheathing her sword while looking at him coldly. Her eyes were filled with pity and disdain, but she did not have any intention of making a move. He could not help but feel strange. Didn't the other party want to kill him wholeheartedly? Why did he not attack now? Did she want to let him go or use some other method to torture him? No matter what, it seemed like he wouldn't be able to complete his mission this time. How am I going to explain it to them when I go back alone?

Countless thoughts rushed to his head at the same time. The young master decided that it was better to leave this place first before thinking about the method. Just as the young master was about to jump onto the roof and escape, his head shook. He felt extremely happy as if he had flown into the air. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He did not seem to use any strength. Why did he fly? Did his martial arts improve without him knowing it?

Suddenly, the young master saw that his body was still on the spot. What was going on with his head and not his entire body flying up? Before he could think of anything else, he saw a bright red color appear on his neck. It was like a beautiful flower blooming in front of him. He saw everything. The young master couldn't help but be stunned, even though he didn't want to believe it. But he also gradually understood that he was just like the old man, his head was cut off by Looh Miaoer's sword. It was just that the sword was too sharp and too fast that he did not immediately realize it. When he realized it, everything was over. He only had a little bit of consciousness left, only fear. He could only try to open his eyes wide to protest, but what he showed was unwillingness and despair.

He looked at the young master's body lying weakly on the ground, as if he had vented the frustration and resentment in his chest. Looh Miaoer finally felt her whole body relaxed and her heart felt much better. Glancing at the enemy corpses scattered all over the ground, a trace of a smile actually appeared on Looh Miaoer's face. Suddenly raising her left hand, the sword in her hand pointed horizontally towards the place where the man in his thirties who was slapped by her just now fell. She coldly said, "On account that you are still loyal to the Lord, I will spare your life. Get lost! "

However, the man seemed to have lost his life and did not respond. The smile on Looh Miaoer's face suddenly disappeared. She said coldly, "If I tell you to leave, you won't leave. Do you really not want to leave?" As she spoke, Looh Miaoer slowly walked towards that man. The sword in her left hand also slowly moved towards her right hand, as if wanting to give the man another fatal blow.

Just as Looh Miaoer finished speaking, that man suddenly got up and before he could even stand up, he had already jumped into the alley beside them. In an instant, he was as fast as a civet cat.

Looking in the direction where the man disappeared, Looh Miaoer's face once again revealed a trace of a smile. A pleased and satisfied smile appeared on her face. Just as she was about to call Du Qi and the others to continue moving forward, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a biting cold and dense killing intent. She coldly looked at the other side of the house where the man had disappeared and shouted, "Who is it?"

Du Qi also seemed to have sensed it, but he did not show it, but the others did not feel it at all. Even after Looh Miaoer shouted and asked, they still did not know where it was. They looked around and did not see anything unusual. They could not help but feel strange.

As soon as Looh Miaoer finished speaking, everyone looked around and suddenly a long laugh sounded. An old voice praised, "Lu Shaoxia is good at martial arts! He killed countless enemies in a moment, but he should not be let go of."

Along with the voice, a group of people rushed out from the alley that seemed to be the gap between the houses. The leader was an old man dressed in white, with white hair and beard but was hale and hearty. Behind him were more than ten years old men in their thirties and fifties. It seemed that everyone had strong martial arts cultivation.

Seeing the old man, Looh Miaoer's vigilant expression relaxed. A sincere smile once again surged onto her face, but she was somewhat surprised as she said, "Elder Ren, why are it you?"

The old man was the elder of Camel Horse Gang, Ren Dongming, who had parted ways with Du Qi not long ago. He heard Looh Miaoer's question. Why can't it be us? If it wasn't us, who would Young Hero Lu hope to be? Haha..." From the meaning of his words, it could be seen that Ren Dongming seemed to be in a very good mood. As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Du Qi and said, "Greetings, young master!"

With Ren Dongming's status and status, if it wasn't for the fact that it was a very important matter, he wouldn't have broken the rules of the martial world that he hadn't discovered for a long time. Du Qi saw twelve people following behind him, and only knew Su Dahai and Xiangdong. Although he didn't know the rest, he only took a rough look at them. It was obvious that none of them were weaker than Xiangdong. It was obvious that the Camel Horse Gang attached great importance to Ren Dongming's action. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent so many powerful martial artists, led by Ren Dongming. Seeing this, Du Qi could not help but ask in surprise, "What brings you here, Elder Ren?"

Ren Dongming glanced at the dead bodies on the ground and said with a smile, "Knowing that someone is stirring up trouble here today, we were curious and wanted to see what is going on. We rushed all the way, but who knew we were one step too late."

Du Qi and Looh Miaoer could not help but look at each other. It seemed that the group of people who were killed by Looh Miaoer just now had indeed come here to do something. They did not know why they had come. Just as Du Qi was about to ask, suddenly, they heard a string of faint voices on the roof beside them. "You did come a little late, but it was not too late either. Coo - "

Du Qi and the others looked towards the source of the voice. They saw Ren Dongming appear on the empty roof of the street. No one knew when a person had appeared. That person had messy hair and a messy beard, and no one knew how old he was. He was wearing a tattered Daoist robe, and he was sitting cross-legged on the roof. His right hand was waving a shabby palm-leaf fan. In his left hand, there was a large dark red gourd placed on his leg. It seemed to be in high spirits.