Chapter 39:

Chapter 39
Luo Wuzai's eyes widened, revealing an almost unbelievable look of despair, as if he could not believe at all, he would die in the hands of a mortal.
Lu Xiao looked down at him, his eyes cold as ice, and the sword in his hand stirred very slowly.
"Giggle ..." As the long sword stirred, Luo Wuzhang's throat made a terrifying dying sound, and a large amount of red foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He stared at the sky, his pupils gradually dispersed.
"Huh ..." Lu Xiao sighed softly, and his back flickered slightly. He couldn't hold it anymore and fell down softly.
He lay on his back on the cold bluestone brick floor, panting heavily, but for a moment, a large thick blood was leached beneath him, and his face was so pale that he was almost not like a living person. After a while, he turned his head to the side with great effort, and his dark eyes rolled slightly, as if looking for something.
Qiu Yutong stared closely at the landing sky, his little apprentice was so helpless, he only felt his heart, as if it was placed on the flames fiercely roasted ... He desperately wanted to get rid of those twine, But the whole body was so soft that even one finger could not move.
"Teacher ..." Lu Xiao slowly rolled his eyes, blank and stubborn.
I don't know how long it took, and the eyes of the two finally met.
Lu Xiao's dim eyes brightened slightly, as if a little angry again, Qiu Yutong's heart twisted like a knife, trying to wriggle his lips, trembling: "Xiao'er ..."
"I, I'm fine ..." Lu Xiao's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.
He gasped in a low voice and tried to smile at Qiu Yutong again, then turned over with great effort, dragging his long sword with one hand, grasping the gap between the bluestone bricks on the ground with one hand, and crawling forward slowly.
His slender fingers clenched tightly through the gaps in the bluestone bricks, and five nails almost pulled out blood, and finally managed to crawl to a disciple. The disciple looked at him in horror, his lips twitching gently, and seemed to beg for mercy, and Lu Xiao completely ignored the other's pleading eyes and sent the long sword into the other's abdomen without hesitation until he had no handle.
Then he continued to climb to the next ...
In less than half an hour, the ground of the little earth temple was covered with messy mottled blood, some of the blood of the deceased, and some of the blood stains dragged under Lu Xiao ’s body, and the blood stains crisscrossed on the blue bricks, It ’s almost unclear who the blood is ...
Lu Xiao took a breath and raised his head hard again, as if looking at the temple. Qiu Yutong's heart was cold, and he followed his gaze and looked up outside the temple.
That was the last disciple.
The disciple was lying on his back about two feet outside the gate of the earth temple. He was the farthest from the fire, and he should have inhaled the least amount of poisonous smoke. At this time, he was looking at the landing in panic, apparently knowing that it was him.
Lu Xiao rested for a moment, then slowly climbed to the threshold, trying to flip out. The threshold of the small temple is only half a foot high, Lu Xiao is very tall, and his legs are also very long. He can usually cross over casually at this time, but at this moment, he tried hard several times, but he could n’t climb over and could only lie on his back. Gasping weakly on the ground, it looked as if he was embarrassed to the extreme, and pitiful again.
Qiu Yutong looked at him like that, his heart was cramped and he could hardly breathe.
His little apprentice lay there in a daze, even dragging his clothes on the ground