Bang!
A Lianxu Cultivator from the Qingzhu Sect was sent flying by a powerful attack, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood with a "wa" sound, and his whole person suddenly became listless.
"Lu, are you alright?" a nearby cultivator hurried over and asked.
"I won't die, but I probably can't continue fighting," Lu said helplessly.
But if you looked closely, you would notice a trace of luck and joy hidden in the depths of his eyes.
The luck was because he had preserved his life under such a powerful attack, and the joy was because he no longer needed to participate in such dangerous battles.
You should know that up to today, there have been no fewer than twenty Lianxu fallen from the Qingzhu Sect, not to mention the heavy casualties among other cultivators.
Lu did not want to become one of them; he was still young, with opportunities to ascend higher mountains and see more beautiful scenery, not wanting to stop here.
