Mount Akina continued, "Even though Zhao Yun can control the sword with his will, there is still a sense of sluggishness. That is because his understanding of swordsmanship is not deep enough. He can only form a vague sword will based on his instincts, and not a sword will that he actively nurtured. On the contrary, although Han Xiushui's sword control is lower than controlling the sword with her will, it is because everything is based on the sword moves. She only needs to push the sword moves to the extreme, and it will have endless power according to the sword moves. Mount Shu's swordsmanship has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has been tempered thousands of times. It can adjust the gains and losses, and eliminate the flaws. With Zhao Yun's weak sword will against Han Xiushui's mature swordsmanship, do you still need me to say who will win and who will lose? "
Mount Akina's cultivation was in the realm of Mahayana, and her eyes were experienced. With just a few words, she was able to clearly analyze the dazzling swordsmanship duel on the field. Even though he did not use the sword himself, he did not need to continue watching. Just based on the few moves between Zhao Yun and Han Xiushui, he could already predict the outcome.
"But????" Luo Yihong opened her mouth to refute, but she did not have the strength to do so. She gently rubbed Little Darling's ears, and actually broke her words into two. Mount Akina's comments were clear and logical. She also felt that it was very reasonable, but for some reason, she was convinced but not convinced. She did not want this handsome young man to lose just like that.
"Moreover, Zhao Yun has obviously not recovered from his serious injuries. He is already an arrow at the end of its flight, and he is barely holding on with his will. If this drags on, he will fall first without Han Xiushui's attack. Originally, when facing Han Xiushui's nimble swordsmanship, the smartest way is to dodge and use movement to stop the attack, forcing Han Xiushui to change her moves midway and unable to fully display the essence of the Spring Flower and Autumn Dew sword. But did you notice that Zhao Yun rarely moves or jumps to avoid the attack? Instead, he sits and waits for death. He only uses the sword to resolve the murderous aura at the critical moment, foolishly allowing Han Xiushui's swordsmanship to fully display its power. Of course, this is not because he is stupid. It can only be said that his stamina cannot be further exhausted. He has to maintain his stamina to forcefully maintain the balance. But we are already in a passive position. If we continue to fight, we will definitely lose. "
Listening to Mount Akina's impartial judgment without the slightest emotion, Luo Yihong's heart suddenly twitched. He stared fixedly at the arrogant youth in the middle of a life and death battle.
The young man didn't seem to know that he was about to be defeated. He still stubbornly straightened his body and kept swinging his sword to block. His sword was like a song. Every swing and movement was a reflection of the obsession in his heart.
Luo Yihong suddenly met Zhao Yun's gaze, and her delicate body suddenly trembled.
What kind of look was that?
There was no dismay, no hesitation, and no resentment in his eyes. There was only arrogance and coldness.
"At his age, what exactly did he go through to have such a gaze? Fearless, persistent, and the conviction to win. Heh, who would have thought that the great hero in my imagination would be so handsome. "
Luo Yihong was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "I think that Zhao Yun can win against Han Xiushui. Grandpa Qiu, do you dare to bet with me?"
Mount Akina looked at Luo Yihong strangely and thought, "Little Hong 'er is very strange today. It seems that she has some special attention for that Zhao Yun. She has always been arrogant. Even elegant gentlemen like the Sword Embracing Young Master and the Jade Qilin have never received her favor. It is rare to see her so attentive. En, Zhao Yun's talent in swordsmanship is outstanding, and he is also handsome. Originally, he was a good candidate. But he was implicated in that prophecy. He is already the target of public criticism. Everything is just empty talk. "
"What, you don't dare to bet?" Luo Yihong saw that Mount Akina was silent and couldn't help but urge. He even acted as if he was going to throw the Troublesome Sea Spiritual Marten into his arms.
"Cough, cough. Hong 'er, don't mess around. Not only is this little darling not obedient, it is a big bad egg. My old bones can't stand its torment. "Mount Akina was frightened and hurriedly recovered. She said," Of course I will bet. But since it is a bet, there should be some stakes. "
Luo Yihong rolled his eyes and had a plan in his heart. He said, "That's good. How about this, if I lose, I promise that I won't let little darling disturb you for three months. "
Slurp. Little darling understood people's intentions. When it heard this, it couldn't help but straighten its little body and scratch Luo Yihong's palm with its little claws to show its dissatisfaction.
"This stake is too little. I won't bet. I won't bet." Mount Akina shook her head. She completely looked down on this bet.
"Alright then, I won't bet. Little darling, don't you think so? "Luo Yihong lightly stroked the spiritual mink's soft fur, but his gaze never left Zhao Yun.
When Mount Akina saw little darling looking at him with a malicious expression, he immediately recalled all kinds of nightmares. He couldn't help but sigh secretly. "Little Hong 'er has seen through me. My plan to loosen the reins only to grasp them better was easily dispelled by her. Sigh, I still wanted her to promise me a year. I really thought too much. "
He went to Luo Yihong and smiled apologetically. "Little Hong 'er, I was joking with you. I'll bet. Of course, I won't spoil your fun." He thought, "Anyway, Zhao Yun will definitely lose. I can only win this bet. I'd be a fool if I don't bet."
"That's fine. If Grandpa Qiu loses the bet," Luo Qihong deliberately paused for a moment, a shrewd light flashing in her eyes, "then you must convince my grandfather not to force me to marry for the next ten years, and not to mention marriage. He nags all day long. It's so annoying. "
Mount Akina was stunned. He didn't expect Hong 'er to make such a request. He hesitated and said, "I'm afraid that's not possible. Old Man Luo only has one granddaughter. Your marriage not only concerns your personal happiness, but also the future development of Beast Hall. You're still unwilling to settle down. How can he not be anxious? Don't talk about ten years. I don't think it's even possible for one year. "
Luo Yihong curled his lips. "You're his sworn brother. How can he not listen to you? In addition, I'm crying at the side. It'll be strange if he doesn't agree. Besides, I only said to ask my grandfather not to urge me to get married. If I meet a suitable person, I'll marry him myself, right? "
She glanced at the duel between Zhao Yun and Han Xiushui. Then, she stared at Mount Akina's old face from top to bottom, left to right for a long time. She stared until he was a little numb. Then, as if she suddenly realized something, she exclaimed, "Oh, I know! It's not impossible, but you don't have the confidence to win. Really, I already told you not to gamble. You want to gamble again. "
"This????" Mount Akina hesitated for a moment. He thought to himself, "Little Hong 'er is so sure. Could it be that Zhao Yun still has a chance to turn defeat into victory?" Although he believed in his own judgment, he still couldn't help but watch with rapt attention. He wanted to check if he really missed the key point.
However, he saw that Han Xiushui's figure was still agile. Her sword was soul-stealing and mind-frightening. She used her ultimate moves endlessly. Not only was she not tired, she relied on the Art of Breathing to heal the wound on her back. She looked more energetic. Zhao Yun was already panting like a cow. She was sweating profusely. She was struggling to cope. The free and easy sword intent was reduced to saving the stage. Although her singing was peerless, she had no time to nurture her emotions. She was only left with a dull and dull voice. She only won waves of boos.
"Mount Akina's Art of Breathing is known as' Endless Vitality '. It is more suitable for a long battle. Han Xiushui's' zhen qi 'does not have to worry about exhaustion. She uses ten layers of her strength in every move. She obviously has the upper hand. Zhao Yun is nearing the end of her life. She can only rely on her last breath. There is no way she can win. If Zhao Yun can still defeat Han Xiushui in this state, the old man's eyes should be dug out. Fine, I'll gamble with Little Hong 'er. "
After making up his mind, Mount Akina said, "Ten years won't do. Five years is more like it. You are already twenty years old. If you drag on for another ten years, you will really become a leftover woman. "
Luo Yihong stared blankly at the situation in the field, as if she didn't hear anything.
Mount Akina was helpless. He had no choice but to apologize, "Fine, I was wrong again. It's you who looked down on those people. It's not that you are leftover. It's you who abandoned them. I apologize, okay? "
"Hmph, who has the patience to pick up those trash?" Luo Yihong finally took care of Mount Akina for a long time. He finally agreed reluctantly, "Five years it is. Grandpa Qiu, you are a man of your word. You are not allowed to go back on your word."
"Go back on my word? Hong 'er actually has so much confidence in this Zhao Yun? Can he overturn the heavens? "Mount Akina was stunned. However, he sighed in his heart," It's better for girls not to be too outstanding. Otherwise, not only will she be troubled, even us two old bones will be exhausted. We have to pull strings to build bridges and overturn mountains and seas, but we still can't find a suitable grandson-in-law. Sigh, although Immortal Grove is big and there are many talents, who can be worthy of my Hong 'er? "
Luo Yihong's gaze was faint. It didn't leave Zhao Yun's side. His limpid eyes were bright and resplendent. It was unclear whether it was sympathy, expectation, or admiration.
Amidst the dancing sword light, Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and stood firm. He stood tall like a reef. He was like an iron-blooded soldier who was deeply surrounded by enemies. At the moment when he ran out of supplies and could see no hope, he was still unwilling to abandon his sword and surrender. Even if there was no meaning, he would fight to the last moment.
To others, there is no meaning, but this is where my meaning lies.
When a man holds a sword, he should go straight forward, never leaving or abandoning. Qing Lian's unyielding character and Zhao Yun's stubbornness merged seamlessly in an instant. It blurred time and changed space, but left this proud radiance that did not die out.
"The eyes break the pass, the river and the road are cut off. I pity you the most in the night dance. A man's heart is like iron until death. Watch me try my hand and mend the sky. Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun. Yun is also bright. Let's see if you can really break the night and break the sky in this battle. I have bet five years of peace and quiet on you. I support you unconditionally. Don't let me down. "
Zhao Yun's face was indeed pale and haggard. There was also blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Although Han Xiushui's killing moves were continuously broken by his long sword, the sword energy of the Spring Flower and Autumn Dew Sword spread everywhere. Every move exerted an additional layer of pressure on his body, making it more difficult for him to attack with his sword.
After all, the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword weighed four hundred and eighty-eight jin. Without the circulation of vital energy, even if Zhao Yun was innately gifted with divine strength, he felt abnormally difficult to wield the sword continuously. His physical strength was rapidly depleting.
Zhao Yun knew that he did not have much time left. While blocking Han Xiushui's continuous killing moves, he tried his best to think of a way to break out of this situation. "I haven't adjusted my breathing properly. The vital energy in my body is recovering too slowly. Until now, it is only enough for one move. If I can't kill Han Xiushui in one move, then I will really be at her mercy. But right now, my sword intent is chaotic. If I attack rashly, she will definitely be able to easily escape this attack by relying on the advantage of her nimble movements. What should I do? "
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