Chapter 1823: The situation is bad!

Tick! Tick!
The bright red blood dripped to the ground, and the holy luck of the eight disciples of the holy tower was split, and the monstrous power before it was gone!
Even everyone is hung with color and wounds!
"How could this be?"
Their faces are angry, unbelievable, and unwilling!
They are sacred disciples and people like Lou Qianxue should be easily stepped on to the bottom of the quagmire. It shouldn't be like this...
It shouldn't be so strenuous, even everyone is injured, and there is a faint defeat!
This makes them extremely proud, unable to accept it at all!
Lou Qianxue didn't answer, as the Poyun Sword in his hand flew up, and the cold light flashed, and she appeared behind Yuan Haoran.
Catch the thief first, catch the king first, this person can tell the tower so many people help each other, so he is naturally the central figure!
Bang!
With a loud noise, a powerful shield suddenly appeared behind Yuan Haoran, blocking the Poyun Sword. Although there were signs of cracking after a short pause, Yuan Haoran still saved his life, and his face changed aside.
A wisp of breeze blew.
Lou Qianxue's long black hair and snow-white dress are gently blowing in the wind, with a slight chill on her beautiful little face: "Dedicate the holy luck to me, or die!"
She has no patience anymore to fight them!
Especially the eight sacred tower disciples joining forces should not be underestimated. She was consumed very badly. In addition to the sacred luck that would not be consumed and still magnificent, the vitality and spiritual power in her body were rapidly depleting...
Even if this battle ends here, she will have to recuperate for quite some time!
The Sacred Tower disciples looked ugly, but the situation at this time had made them understand that if they hadn't joined forces, they couldn't be Lou Qianxue's opponent.
Lou Qianxue is one opponent to eight, and they still have no chance of winning. For them, this is undoubtedly an unbearable humiliation!
They are even less likely to admit defeat, but even if they are late, defeat is unbearable, unless someone will help them wash away this humiliation...
Just as the disciple of the tower looked surprised and suspicious, suddenly...
"Huh!" Yuan Haoran, whose face was pale, suddenly burst into a sullen joy: "My brother is out of customs! Lou Qianxue, my brother is out of customs, he is coming here! When he comes here, you will die. deal!"
The other Sacred Tower disciples, after a short stunned moment, all said in surprise, "Master Hao Miao really left?"
"Yes!"
"Great, if Master Haomiao makes a move, this woman is definitely not an opponent!"
The Santa disciples were full of surprises, and they all said affirmatively in a confident tone.
Lou Qianxue frowned slightly, but her heart sank slightly.
The previous battle has consumed too much energy and mental strength for her. If another person comes, let's not talk about the cultivation level of that person, just say that that person joins the eight people, and it will be terrible for the nine people to work together!
"No! The eight must be resolved before that person comes!"
Lou Qianxue's eyes flashed a sullen color, her figure flashed, disappeared in place, and when she reappeared...
laugh!
The Poyun Sword pierced that person's vitality, and the person's vitality sank thousands of miles away, instantly losing resistance, and the surrounding air was faltering, floating towards Lou Qianxue!
"Do not!"
"Even if you beat me, you can never get my luck!"
The Holy Tower disciple roared, taking advantage of his control over the Holy Fortune...
Bang!
With a loud noise, the holy luck behind that holy tower disciple suddenly broke out!