Lou Xiaoyi quietly approached slowly. He knew very well that now was not the time to intervene immediately. His arrival could not be concealed, so it was impossible to achieve the conditions for a sneak attack.
Close combat was too dangerous. Not only would it threaten the opponent, but it would also stimulate Chong Lou! He still had to give the old man face. After fighting for so long, if he intervened, wouldn't it be obvious that the old man was not going to win?
Moreover, on the tactical psychological level, the two opponents who had been fighting a high-intensity battle were now at their most excited and sensitive state. There was no need to provoke them at their strongest state now!
He had to wait for the other side to see that things were not harmonious and stop fighting to find another way out. The moment they relaxed, he would suddenly make a move!
When a person suddenly slowed down from a tense rhythm and suddenly returned to a more intense rhythm than before, there will definitely be a loophole!
The principle of this kind of outbreak was not to stop. If he stopped and started again, there would be a lot of loopholes!
He was such a vicious person!
If he did not kill now, it would be the best time to kill! Because Dapeng and Jue Mingzi did not need him to make a move, they had already fallen into a complete panic! This kind of psychological pressure was much worse than if he had to do it himself!
When the sword fell, it did not matter, just fight with all your might! The uncomfortable thing was that the sword had not fallen yet? Who would it fall on? When would it fall? What about the monks? Were they dead or alive?
These questions directly hit the depths of their heart, making them suffer!
Continue to maintain the pressure on Chong Lou? How could that be possible!
If they did not continue, would they admit defeat?
To fight or not to fight? How to fight? Who would fight who? Would there be a chance?
The five winged people had clearly expressed their attitude and hid far away. Not to mention helping, as Lou Xiaoyi threatened, they were afraid of applauding the wrong way and cheering the wrong way!
The momentum was gone, one on one, who could beat Chong Lou? Who could defeat this rising star of the Sword Mountain who had single-handedly crushed four eminent monks of great virtue?
Mixed doubles was even worse! How could their cooperation be compared to two Xuanyuan Swordsman? That was a well-known violent gang in the universe. The death of Yang Xiaohua and Zui Yang in front of everyone had clearly told them the answer!
Perhaps, it was just a question of how to find a way out of this situation.
Would a Xuanyuan Swordsman give him a way out? And in such a Dao battle? What was he thinking? He only had the thought of beating a drowning dog!
Pity was never a Swordsman's temperament! Especially when he was in a killing frenzy!
Demon Lord continued to attack, but before, he was passive. But now, he was active. He was aggressive, and he wanted to chase after the enemy!
Now that he was fighting against Dapeng, he couldn't retreat even if he wanted to because Jue Mingzi couldn't replace him! This Daoist had already been targeted by another vicious sword!
In the past, they forced Chong Lou to stop. But now, Chong Lou forced him to stop. Every dog has its day. This year, it's my turn. But this time, the heavens changed so fast that they didn't have any psychological preparation!
He could only follow! Chong Lou was in a happy mood, but he followed with a heavy heart. There was no hope at all. It was a dark road. This was not Dapeng's persistence!
But before he found a way, he could only follow, but he was no longer attacking like before. Instead, he turned into a defensive counterattack. Defense was the main, offense was the supplement!
He was waiting! Waiting for a miracle! Waiting for Jue Mingzi! Waiting for a few monks that might suddenly appear? Or a Daoist?
… … Jue Mingzi could no longer replace Dapeng! Because his luck was not very good. He just happened to have a bye. As a result, he bumped into this even more ferocious tiger! If he could choose, he would rather choose Demon Lord, who might be a dying oil lamp, than choose this evil thing with a smirk on his face!
From the beginning, this bastard was playing psychological warfare. The key was that he knew this, but he didn't know how to deal with it!
He tried to calm down his slightly irritated breath because of the fierce battle. He no longer maintained the form of True Martial Lord Lingying. Close combat was useless now! On the contrary, it might bring him passivity!
Then he opened his mouth, "Dapeng … …"
He shouldn't have opened his mouth. Because once he opened his mouth, he was discouraged! He also shouldn't have removed the form of True Martial Lord Lingying. This meant that he had lost his confidence! He wanted to reach a result that both sides could accept through communication. After all, they still had four Daoist companions. The Winged Men were just watching. They hadn't completely betrayed them, so they still had the capital to talk!
But he underestimated Dapeng Lou's viciousness. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sword river suddenly rose. The decisive battle began without hesitation!
Jue Mingzi was already used to using the form of True Martial Lord Protector. With this sudden change, the rhythm soared again. From a close combat life and death battle to a Daoist life and death battle!
Habit, sudden change, consumption, breathing, uneasiness, worry, regret … … When all these were stacked together, there was only one result — a crisp defeat!
A defeat without any temper! A natural death!
This was the true essence of a battle. From the moment you appeared, when you planned everything and chose the most suitable time, your true strength was no longer important. Under the lightning, no egg could escape unscathed.
The five Winged Ones stared with their mouths agape as Lou Xiaoyi crushed the Eighth Day Watcher like he was chopping up vegetables. They never thought that the famous Night Watcher would be so weak! It was as if he had become a different person. He was no longer the guest of the Immortal Court who could perfectly exchange hundreds of moves with the Demon Sword Venerable. He was just like a fox pretending to be a tiger!
His mentality collapsed!
The Winged Men felt cold all over! Because they could understand Jue Mingzi's current mentality. In the short contact with Lou Xiaoyi, they had been collapsing, collapsing in all kinds of ways! Collapsing because of lack of strength. Collapsing because they were worried about the inheritance of their race. Collapsing because that person was rude and unreasonable. Collapsing because their anus was itching … …
The application of the momentum was still outside the board. The way to determine victory was profound and profound! It originated from the universe and began from the beginning of the era!
Such a person couldn't be defied!
As the Dao disappeared, Lou Xiaoyi slowly pulled out the Seven Ant and licked his lips.
"This isn't satisfying enough!"
He suddenly turned around and shouted at the Winged Men, "This place deserves applause!"
The Winged Men began to clap sparsely for him. They were all forced to do so! The situation was set. The rising power couldn't be stopped! This was a crazy power! In front of a mad dog, you can't be crazy with him, right?
Lou Xiaoyi laughed and crashed into the battle. His mouth was still full of filth.
"Previously, you two took turns! Now, the tables have turned!
Old people, move aside. My old waist can't take it anymore. Don't be a hero!
This is our era! No one can stop the young people from being a hero! "
He forcefully crashed in. Thousands of rays of light shone. He finally had the chance to display the sword techniques he learned from Xi Zhao. It was extremely difficult to wait for someone who could let him display his full strength!
Da Peng might not be, but at least he was the closest one so far!
He had waited for this day for a long time!
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