Sun Songzhao is supported by Li Yi and walks to Kumen and Lu Ping.
She glanced at the fallen tianjifeng disciples in the hospital. Some of them had their heads in different places and their blood was still wet. The old tile head of the gatekeeper leaned under the paint column nearest to the Kumen, hung his head, and had drained the last drop of blood.
They used their lives to fight until the last minute. When they thought about it, sun Songzhao's heart was dripping blood and tears.
She looked up into the courtyard.
Qin Yue, Wu Kai and Mu Hong, from the three colleges, were knocked down by Lu Ping's fingers, a total of 12 people.
"What do you say?" Lu Ping asked.
"Blood for blood." Sun Songzhao gritted his teeth. So far, what's the reason and purpose? The blood of the Beidou sect must not flow in vain.
"Oh, I didn't ask that. I said I just hit." Lu Ping Road.
Originally, he was very focused and stared at these people in Lu Ping's hospital. When he heard this, he couldn't help looking at each other.
The corpses and blood in the yard didn't bring any impact to the kid. He was even concerned about the blow he just made?
What kind of indifference is this? At the thought of this, all people can't help but sweat.
But sun Songzhao was not surprised at Lu Ping's answer that she didn't understand her mood. He was just a little stunned and then said faintly: "have a look again."
"OK." Lu Ping promised very happily, but would all the people in the hospital sit and wait to die? As soon as Lu Ping answered, he thought he was going to fight. Whether defending or attacking, we always have to take the lead. Xuanwu disciples who are proficient in fighting skills are particularly keen in this regard. The four of them moved together. The one in the middle was the most courageous. Lu Ping's voice fell. He had raised his hand and put a light on his palm. It seemed that there was a weapon hidden. Without seeing how his body moved, the cold light flashed towards Lu Ping.
"Die!"
A sharp drink came from his mouth, but with this sharp drink, it was also him who flew out. If they hadn't heard clearly, almost everyone would have thought it was Lu Ping's roar, which was more in line with the scene.
The other three Xuanwu students, who had to give support to cooperate with his attack, stopped their movements, watched the man in front of them fly over their heads, sprayed blood all the way, and finally fell in the corner of the wall.
His eyes returned to Lu Ping. This time, his arms just raised his forearm. The only constant was the slightly bent index finger of his right hand.
"How's it going?" Lu Ping turned and asked sun to send the move.
The three people who stopped abruptly in Xuanwu college subconsciously stepped back.
What kind of attack is this?
It's so fast and powerful that there's no sign or sign. Lu Ping, who had just launched the attack, didn't even have any residual soul power at his fingertips. This attack is completely traceless!
Thinking of this, Xuanwu three have retreated