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Xie Lingyan had been waiting for an opportunity, and she immediately made her move. The Three Feet of Autumn Water emitted a bright light, and it carried a shocking cold air as it pierced straight towards Luo Zhonghao. Luo Zhonghao's reaction wasn't slow, and he placed his sword horizontally to block the incoming attack. He wanted to open his mouth to dissuade her, but he felt a cold current spreading up his arm, and it was so cold that his teeth chattered, and he couldn't speak.
Ying Feiyang, on the other hand, dusted off the footprints on his clothes and sat down calmly, quietly watching the battle between the two. Luo Zhong-hao was tall and had long arms, and his strength was heavy. He used the White Tiger Sword Art, which was derived from the Four Symbols Sword Art. It was vigorous and fierce, domineering and had the power of a White Tiger to intimidate hundreds of beasts. Luo Zhong-hao's physique and temperament were compatible with this sword art. Although he had lost the upper hand, he was still able to wield his sword with vigor and vigor. It could be seen that he was able to dominate the Ling Xiao Sword School and had a certain level of skill.
Unfortunately, Xie Lingyan was even better. She had just mastered the Arrogant Cold Sword Technique and was suffering from no one to test it on. However, Luo Zhonghao had come over to pester her, and she really wanted someone to give her a pillow when she was dozing off. She displayed the Proud Cold Sword Technique without holding back at all. The piercingly cold air spread out from her body, and the temperature actually dropped sharply. The spring flowers on the flowering tree behind her were in full bloom, but now that they were affected by the cold air, they already showed signs of withering, and scattered like rain. In the rain of flowers, the fallen flowers covered her beautiful face, and Xie Lingyan's sword was cold and beautiful, so beautiful that it could not be compared.
Ying Feiyang praised in his heart, "It's only been a few months, but Senior Sister's swordsmanship has actually reached such a level." Compared to Xie Lingyan's rapid progress, Ying Feiyang thought about his armchair strategy of sword practice. He was distressed and could not suppress his desire to use the sword.
After exchanging less than ten moves, Luo Zhonghao was already showing signs of defeat. He shouted, "Junior Sister Xie, if you continue to be so ruthless, I won't show you any mercy."
Xie Lingyan snorted, and attacked even more ruthlessly. She raised her sword, and the rain of flowers behind her condensed into pieces of bone-piercing ice flowers, intertwining as they swirled towards Luo Zhonghao.
Luo Zhong-hao let out a loud roar as he slammed his sword into the ground, causing a loud bang to ring out. A murderous aura surged from the sword and condensed into a white tiger that was also roaring towards the sky. The roars overlapped and a powerful sound wave spread out. The ice crystals lost their sharpness and softly floated down.
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Before he finished speaking, a cold air attacked him. A little crystal light had just melted into the ice flowers that filled the sky. It was inconspicuous, but when the rain of flowers scattered, it suddenly became sharp. It was like a cold plum blossom in the snow, revealing the bones of the flower after the flowers had all withered.
The crystal light gradually became bigger and more dazzling. Only then did Luo Zhonghao realize that this crystal light was the cold light shining on the tip of the sword. However, his consciousness seemed to be frozen and became sluggish. By the time he reacted, the sword had already touched his left arm. Although there was no blood, the cold energy penetrated his skin and bones, freezing half of his eyebrows to the point of frost. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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Luo Zhonghao sat on the ground, and his two henchmen immediately came forward to help him out of the cold. Xie Lingyan heaved a sigh of relief. Feeling better, she turned around and said to Ying Feiyang, "Good Junior Apprentice-Brother, let's see how your Senior Apprentice-Sister's swordplay is."
Xie Lingyan was in a good mood, but Ying Feiyang was the opposite. After watching the swordplay, Ying Feiyang's Sword Heart was stirred, but when he remembered that he could not use his own sword, he felt jealous, and said sourly, "Not bad." "What do you mean not bad?" Xie Lingyan heard this, and could not help but frown.
Ying Feiyang pointed at Luo Zhonghao, and then used his thumb to point at himself, "You're much stronger than him, but not as good as me. Let's call it not bad. "
"Oh? I'll have to ask Great Swordsman Ying to teach me. " Xie Lingyan's eyes narrowed while she tapped the hilt of her sword against her palm, and she spoke with ill intent. She seemed to be saying that if Ying Feiyang didn't satisfy her, then he would become her next target to practice on. 【Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net
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"Don't be unconvinced. You defeated him in the fifteenth move, and I only needed thirteen moves to defeat him. Think about it, if you used the thirteenth move, you wouldn't have used the 'Sword Grasping the Winter Plum Blossoms', but the 'Frost Has Soaring Clouds'. So what if I win or lose? " At first, Ying Feiyang was just bickering. But as soon as the words left his mouth, his body quivered, as if his blood, which had been cooled for a long time, was suddenly boiling, burning his chest. He found the heroic feeling of using his sword to defeat the enemy in his sleep. Ying Feiyang sat up straight and looked at Xie Lingyan with bright eyes, unconsciously rubbing his hands together.
Xie Lingyan's expression turned serious as she lowered her head in thought. Xie Lingyan did not answer, but Luo Zhonghao continued angrily. He spat out a breath of cold air, and his lips were still trembling as he shouted, "Little... Gigolo, stop bragging. I took a step forward and used 'Zhi Tuo Shuang Rui' to break your move. I pointed my sword in the middle and raised my eyebrows. This sword will go like this, watch carefully. " Luo Zhonghao wanted to use his sword to fight, but his limbs were still weak. He could only form a sword sign with his fingers to simulate the sword move.
"No need to fight, I know how to use this move. The White Tiger's sword is strong and heavy, the Proud Cold Sword Technique is cold and agile. You actually want to compete with me in speed. I'm afraid that before the tip of your sword reaches the corner of my clothes, there will already be a hole in your body." Ying Feiyang said coldly.
Luo Zhonghao was stunned. Although he was a rash person, he still had some knowledge and knew that Ying Feiyang was right. He immediately changed his words and said, "No, I was wrong just now. I want to use 'Whistling Through the Forest'." He turned to the left and took a step forward, raising his sword and slashing down from above. “
Ying Feiyang mocked him again, "You're even more stupid with your sword. My sword moves are in the middle of the road, but you've jumped up and slashed diagonally, leaving your chest wide open. What's the difference between this and my sword? “
Luo Zhonghao stared, "Then I will use 'Crouching Motionless' to defend against this move of yours."
Ying Feiyang shook his head and said, "The White Tiger's thirty-three moves are all killing swords. Although 'Crouching Motionless' has the intention of defending, it is still an offensive move to defend and then attack. When it is difficult to determine the upper hand or when you are at a disadvantage, using this move is naturally not wrong. But at the thirteenth move, you are already showing signs of losing. Using a half-baked defensive move, how can you block my full strength?" “
"Then I will use 'Tiger Trembling' …" “
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ying Feiyang, "The Tiger Trembling Majestic Pass has lost the initiative, and the hundreds of beasts have lost their momentum. The Divine Monarch and Yu Gua are also three times slower. If I use 'Xing Xiang' as the main killing move, although it is a move that perishes together, you will definitely die, and I will at most injure my left arm. If you want to use all thirty-three moves to test your luck, I don't mind rejecting you one by one. It's just that at the tenth move, you are already showing signs of losing. At the eleventh and twelfth move, you are still unable to turn the tide. At the thirteenth move, no matter which move you use from the White Tiger's Final Move, it will be difficult for you to escape defeat! "Ying Feiyang's mouth was like pearls, his words were rapid and his eyes were bright, it was exceptionally frightening.
Luo Zhonghao was shocked by his imposing manner, as if he had been struck by lightning. His eyes were wide open and his tongue was tied, unable to refute. He could only act like a raging tiger, glaring angrily and breathing heavily, as if he wanted to swallow Ying Feiyang alive.
Ying Feiyang did not care at all, and was about to sit down again.
At this moment, he suddenly heard an arrogant voice, "I will use the Wind Breaking Cloud Slashing Sword Art, the move of the passing gale, to receive your 'Frost Has Soaring Cloud Intent'."
From where the voice came, a familiar figure steadily walked over. Although his steps were heavy, the person was as sharp as a sword, step by step, intimidating one's mind. Ying Feiyang's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly, "It's you, Ren Jiuxiao!"
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