Xie Lingyan waited for the opportunity and immediately took action. Three feet of autumn water bloomed, bringing out an astonishing cold air, and stabbed straight at Luo Zhonghao. Luo Zhonghao did not react slowly, and moved his sword horizontally. He wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but he felt a cold current coming from him.

The pain spread up his arms, and he was so frozen that his teeth chattered and he was speechless.

Ying Feiyang dusted off the footprints on his clothes, took time to sit down, and watched the two men fighting quietly. Luo Zhonghao was tall, long-armed, and powerful. He used the White Tiger Sword. This sword technique was adapted from the Four Elephants Sword Jue.

The sword that emerged from the sword is powerful, powerful, and domineering, with the power of a white tiger to frighten all beasts. Luo Zhonghao's body shape and mind are consistent with this sword technique. Therefore, although he lost the opportunity, he still danced the sword with flying colors.

It can be seen that to be able to dominate the Lingxiao Sword Sect, he has certain abilities.

Unfortunately, Xie Lingyan was even better. She had just mastered the Aohan Sword Technique. She was suffering from the fact that no one tried her moves. Luo Zhonghao came over at this moment. When she really wanted to take a nap, someone gave her a pillow. So she used the Aohan Sword Technique to perform.

Without any reservation, the biting cold air spread from her whole body, and the temperature actually dropped sharply. The spring flowers on the flower trees behind her were in full bloom. At this time, when the cold air forced them, they appeared to be withering. They scattered like rain. In the rain of flowers,

The fallen flowers cover up the pretty face, Xie Lingyan's sword is cold and beautiful, and the brightness is indescribable.

Ying Feiyang secretly admired in his heart, "I haven't seen you for a few months, and my senior sister's swordsmanship has reached this level." Compared with Xie Lingyan's rapid progress, Ying Feiyang thought about his armchair sword training method, and while distressed,

He couldn't restrain his desire to use the sword.

After only ten moves, Luo Zhonghao showed his defeat and shouted: "Thank you, junior sister, if you attack so harshly, I won't be able to show mercy anymore."

Xie Lingyan snorted, and struck harder and more fiercely. With the wind of his sword, the rain of flowers behind him condensed into biting ice flowers, entangled and rolled towards Luo Zhonghao.

Luo Zhonghao roared loudly, and struck the ground with his sword, making a loud noise. A fierce aura rose from the sword, and a white tiger that also looked up to the sky and roared was condensed. The roars overlapped, and the strong sound waves spread out. Ice flowers

It also lost its sharp crystal light and fell softly.

"The White Tiger Roar Pass was used well, but unfortunately, it failed in the end." Ying Feiyang said leisurely while leaning on the flower tree.

Before he finished speaking, there was a chill. A little crystal light had just melted among the ice flowers in the sky. It was inconspicuous. But now when the rain of flowers was drifting away, it suddenly became sharp, just like a plum blossom in the cold snow, which appears after all the fragrance has withered.

Flower bones.

The crystal light gradually became larger and more dazzling. Only then did Luo Zhonghao realize that the crystal light was the cold light shining on the tip of the sword. However, his consciousness seemed to be frozen by ice and became dull. When he realized it, he had been struck by the sword.

Although there was no blood on his left arm, the cold was so deep that it was so cold that half of his eyebrows were covered with frost.

Luo Zhonghao sat on the ground, and the two thugs immediately came forward to ward him off from the cold. Xie Lingyan let out a breath of bad breath. Her mood improved, she turned around and responded to Feiyang proudly: "Good boy, let's see how good Senior Sister is with this swordsmanship."

Xie Lingyan was in a good mood, but Ying Feiyang was on the contrary. After watching a hearty sword duel, Ying Feiyang's sword heart fluttered, but when he remembered that he couldn't use the sword by himself, he felt jealous in his heart, and said sadly: "Not bad."

What do you mean it's not bad?" Xie Lingyan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this.

Ying Feiyang pointed at Luo Zhonghao and compared himself with his thumb, "I'm much better than him, but a bit inferior to me. That's why I call him pretty good."

"Oh? I want to ask the great swordsman Ying for advice." Xie Lingyan narrowed his eyes, tapped the hilt of his sword on his palm, and said with evil intentions. It seemed that if Ying Feiyang's answer did not satisfy her, he would become the next training target.

"Don't be dissatisfied. You defeated him with the fifteenth move. I only needed thirteen moves to defeat him. Just think about it, if it was the thirteenth move, you wouldn't be saying 'Sword pulls back the cold plum without thanking you', but 'Jingshuang'."

You have your own ambition to conquer the clouds. So what about victory or defeat?" Ying Feiyang was just bickering in anger at first, but as soon as the words came out, his body trembled, as if the blood that had been cooling for a long time suddenly boiled, and his chest was burning. He found out

In order to defeat the opponent's pride by using sword moves while sleeping, Ying Feiyang sat up straight, looked at Xie Lingyan with a keen eye, and rubbed his hands unconsciously.

Xie Lingyan's face condensed, showing a solemn expression, and he lowered his head to think. Xie Lingyan did not answer, but Luo Zhonghao spoke angrily. He exhaled a breath of cold air, and shouted with trembling lips: "Young... pretty face, clean him up!"

Damn you, you are so loud. I will take a step forward and break your move with the 'holding and cutting sharp' move. I point the sword in the middle and raise my eyebrows. You can see clearly how this sword moves." Luo Zhonghao wanted to use the sword to make gestures, and his limbs

But he was still weak and had no choice but to make a sword gesture with his fingers to simulate a sword move.

"No need to gesture, I know how to use this move. Bai Hu's sword is powerful and heavy when approaching the battle, while Ao Han's sword technique is cold and light. You actually competed with me in order to attack. I'm afraid the tip of the sword has not even touched the corner of my clothes.

There is already an extra hole." Ying Feiyang said coldly.

Luo Zhonghao was stunned. Although he was a reckless person, he still had some knowledge and knew that what Ying Feiyang said was true. He immediately changed his words and said, "No, I made a mistake just now. What I want to use is 'Roaring in the Mountain Forest'." Left

He turned around, took a step again, raised his sword and slashed at Ju Gao diagonally to attack him. "

Ying Feiyang mocked again: "This sword is used even more stupidly. I moved my sword in the middle, but you stood up and raised your sword to slash diagonally, which made your chest wide open. This is different from hitting the tip of my sword."

What's the difference?"

Luo Zhonghao glared: "Then I won't be able to suppress you with it, so I can protect you with this move."

Ying Feiyang shook his head and said: "The thirty-three postures of the White Tiger's Arrival Technique are all killing swords. Although the immobile posture has defensive meaning, it is still an offensive posture of defending and then attacking. It is difficult to distinguish between up and down or when you are slightly at a disadvantage.

There is nothing wrong with using this move, but by the thirteenth move you were already defeated. How could you block my full blow with your half-assed defensive move? "

"Then I'll use Tiger Shock..."

Before the voice fell, he was interrupted by Ying Feiyang, "The Tiger Zhenxiong Pass missed the opportunity, and the momentum of the beasts was lost. The guards of the gods and Yu Gua were too slow. If the murderer was killed by torture, even though they would both die together.

move, but you will die. I injured my left arm at most. If you want to try your luck by repeating all thirty-three moves, I don't mind rejecting you one by one, but you will be defeated at the tenth move.

Eleven and twelve moves still haven't been able to turn the tide. No matter which move you use in the White Tiger's Arrival Technique on the thirteenth move, you can't escape defeat!" Ying Feiyang was eloquent, talking fast, and his eyes were shining, and he was exceptionally bright.

Awesome.

Luo Zhonghao was frightened by his momentum, as if he was being shocked by electricity, but he was dumbfounded and unable to refute. He could only act like a furious tiger, panting with angry eyes, as if he wanted to swallow Ying Feiyang alive.

Ying Feiyang didn't care and was about to sit down.

At this time, I suddenly heard an arrogant voice coming, "I will use the Wind-breaking Cloud Slashing Sword Jue, the move of the strong wind passing through the border, to pick you up, 'Jingshuang has its own intention to soar into the clouds'".

Where the voice came from, a familiar figure walked steadily. Although the steps were heavy, the person was as sharp as a sword. Step by step, it was shocking. Ying Feiyang sharpened his eyes and said in a cold voice: "It's you, Ren Jiuxiao!"
Chapter completed!