Chapter 1803: Ke Qingsong

Lou Qianxue's thick and long eyelashes drooped slightly, and her white and delicate face was cold, beautiful and beautiful and refined.
She stepped over the black eagle corpse on the ground and walked forward step by step.
The white dress danced automatically without wind, making her like a white butterfly.
A trace of surprise flashed across the eyes of the person who was madly suppressed by Lou Qianxue's mental power in the dark.
"This woman is better than she thought."
His handsome face frowned slightly, revealing a trace of displeasure, and quickly let go: "Even so, it's impossible to be my opponent."
He stepped out.
Lou Qianxue's footsteps did not know when to stop.
"You feel very sensitive, and it seems that your mental power is not low." The young man in the Santa costume, with the arrogance in his bones, said slowly to Lou Qianxue.
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows, and the surging spirit of the consciousness of the sea had already let her know what the other person looked like.
That is a strange face, this is a stranger.
"Do you want holy luck?" This is the only reason Lou Qianxue can think of. In the battle of the saint children, the victor can take the holy luck of the defeated and turn it into his own.
She has no grudges against each other, and apart from the holy luck, she can't think of the reason for the other party's action.
"No." The young man in the sacred tower slightly lifted his chin, disdainfully said: "Your little holy luck, do you think that I can see it?"
In fact, Lou Qianxue's holy luck is not a lot. She turned around, with cold beautiful eyes, fixedly looking at the holy tower disciples: "I heard that the holy tower disciples have a high level of cultivation and are very powerful. I also want to see and see, but here Before, I still wanted to know-why?"
She and Sacred Tower have no grievances.
"Huh!" The young man from the Santa snorted coldly, his face twisted for a moment, very savage: "You owe me an arm!"
"Absurd." Lou Qianxue's eyes fell on the man's arms, and the man's arms were sound. How could she owe him an arm?
"Before the battle of the saint son started, someone killed my junior, wounded my arm, and caused me to amputate my arm. If this revenge is not reported, I am uneasy...Don't blame me for angering you, because of all this, It's all because of you. If you want to blame, blame that man, you shouldn't be nosy!"
Electric light flint room.
Lou Qianxue remembered the destroyed invitation letter from Tantaiyuan before the battle for the saint son began, and the flame at the top of the saint tower at that time.
Yes, it must have been these people at that time. How to comment on her? Tan Taiyuan knew that Tan Taiyuan killed this person's junior and wounded this person's arm for her. That's why today's scene will happen...
Knowing the cause and effect, Lou Qianxue stretched out her eyebrows and smiled: "That's how it is."
There is no trace of panic, fear, fear and timidity on the beautiful little face and the expressions-this is a bit different from what the disciples of Santa had imagined.
"Can I ask you another question?" Lou Qianxue asked, "What is your name?"
"Ke Qingsong!" After the Santa disciple reported his name, his brows were furrowed, his patience gradually disappeared, and he was already thinking about whether to directly crush Lou Qianxue...
"Ke Qingsong, right?" Lou Qianxue nodded at the same time...
brush!
Wujin meteorite appeared suddenly.
"Since Tantai has taken your arm, there is no need for your arm to exist anymore."
next moment!
boom!
A powerful force suddenly exploded.
Whoosh!
The sharp sword light, like thunder and lightning in the night, flashed away...
Cang!
Sacred Tower disciple Ke Qingsong did not expect that, facing a Sacred Tower disciple like him, Lou Qianxue not only did not retreat, but even dared to take action before him?