Xie Lingyan waited for the opportunity, and immediately made a move, the three-foot autumn water bloomed, bringing out a shocking cold, and stabbed straight at Luo Zhonghao, Luo Zhonghao was not slow to react, the horizontal sword stopped to move, and he wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, but he found that a cold current spread from his arm, and he was shocked and his teeth trembled, and he was speechless.

Ying Feiyang dusted off the footprints on his clothes, sat down for a long time, and quietly watched the two fight, Luo Zhonghao is tall and long-armed, strong and heavy, what he made is the White Tiger Sword, this sword technique is from the Four Elephants Sword Duel, strong and strong, domineering, there is the power of the white tiger to deter the beasts, Luo Zhonghao's body shape and heart are in line with this sword technique, although he lost the opportunity, he still danced the sword vigorously, it can be seen that he can dominate the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but he has a certain ability.

Helplessly, Xie Lingyan was even better, she had cultivated the Aohan swordsmanship, and she was suffering from no one to try the move, but Luo Zhonghao was entangled at this time, and someone sent a pillow when she really wanted to take a nap. It is to be carried out by the Ao Han swordsmanship, without reservation, the cold air spreads from her body, the temperature is steeply dropped, and the spring flowers on the flowers and trees behind her are in full bloom.

Ying Feiyang secretly admired in his heart, "But I haven't seen it for a few months, and Senior Sister has practiced swordsmanship to such an extent." Compared with Xie Lingyan's rapid progress, Ying Feiyang thought about his paper-based sword training method, and in addition to being distressed, he couldn't hold back the ** of using the sword.

After only a dozen moves, Luo Zhonghao had already shown his defeat, and shouted in his mouth: "Senior Sister Xie, if you are so ruthless, I can't save face." ”

Xie Lingyan snorted, his attack was even more ruthless and fierce, and as soon as the sword wind was raised, the flower rain behind him condensed into pieces of piercing ice flowers, intertwined and rolled towards Luo Zhonghao.

Luo Zhonghao roared, the sword slammed into the ground, and there was a loud bang, and a fierce aura rose from the sword, condensing a white tiger that also roared in the sky, the roars overlapped, the strong sound waves dispersed, and the ice flower also lost its sharp crystal, and fell softly.

"The White Tiger Roar Pass was used well, but unfortunately, it was still defeated after all. Leaning on the flowers and trees, Ying Feiyang said leisurely.

Before the words fell, there was a cold air coming, a little crystal, just melted into the sky between the ice flowers, inconspicuous, now when the flower rain drifted away, it was suddenly sharp, it was like proud snow and cold plums, and the flowers and bones were shown after the group withered.

The crystal gradually became larger, more and more dazzling, Luo Zhonghao realized that the crystal was the cold light shining on the tip of the sword, but his consciousness became sluggish as if it was frozen by ice, and when he reacted, he had been pointed on his left arm by a sword, although there was no blood, but the cold was thorough, and half of his eyebrows were frosted.

Luo Zhonghao sat on the ground, and the two thug brothers immediately stepped forward to ward off the cold for him, and Xie Lingyan let out a bad breath. The mood improved, and he turned around and said proudly: "Good junior brother, look at how the swordsmanship of senior sister is." ”

Xie Lingyan was in a good mood, but Ying Feiyang was the opposite, after watching a hearty sword competition, Ying Feiyang's sword heart was stupid, but when he remembered that he couldn't use the sword himself, he was jealous in his heart, and said sourly: "It's not bad." "What is it called, it's not bad. When Xie Lingyan heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Ying Feiyang pointed at Luo Zhonghao, and used his thumb to compare himself, "Much better than him, inferior to me." It's called pretty good. ”

"Oh, I'm going to ask the great swordsman for advice. Xie Lingyan squinted, the hilt of the sword struck his palm, and said with bad intentions, it seems that if Ying Feiyang does not satisfy her, he will become the next target of practice.

"Don't be unconvinced, you are the fifteenth move to defeat him, I only need thirteen moves to defeat him, you think about it, if it is the thirteenth move, you make it not 'sword to hold Hanmei is not allowed to thank', but 'Jingshuang has its own Lingyun intention'. What about victory or defeat?" Ying Feiyang was just angry at first, but as soon as the words came out, his body was agitated, as if the blood that had been cooled for a long time suddenly boiled, burning his chest, and he found out the pride of using his sword to defeat the opponent in his sleep, Ying Feiyang sat up straight, looked at Xie Lingyan with a bright look, and unconsciously rubbed his hands together.

Xie Lingyan's face froze, revealing a solemn expression, and he lowered his head and thought about it. Xie Lingyan didn't answer, but Luo Zhonghao was indignant, he exhaled a cold breath, and his lips trembled and shouted: "Xiao ...... Little white face, clean fucking nonsense, I will take a step forward, use 'stubborn frustration' to break your move, point to the middle of the road, and turn to raise eyebrows. This sword goes like this, you can see it clearly. Luo Zhonghao wanted to use the sword to compare, but his limbs were still weak and weak, so he had to pinch a sword trick to simulate a sword move. "There's no need to compare, I know how to make this move, the sword of the White Tiger is strong and heavy, and the sword technique of Ao Han is cold and light, you are even faster than me in order to attack, I am afraid that the tip of the sword has not touched the corner of my clothes, and there is already a hole in my body. Ying Feiyang said coldly.

Luo Zhonghao was stunned for a moment, although he was reckless, he also had this bit of knowledge, and knew that what Ying Feiyang said was true, so he immediately changed his words: "No, I was wrong just now, I want to use 'Howling Mountains and Forests'", turned left, took off again, raised his sword and slashed obliquely. “

Ying Feiyang mocked again: "This sword is even more stupid, my sword moves the sword in the middle, but you stand up, and raising the sword to slash obliquely makes your chest wide, what is the difference between this and hitting the tip of my sword?"

Luo Zhonghao glared: "Then I'll use it to stay still and guard your move." ”

Ying Feiyang shook his head and said: "The thirty-three styles of the White Tiger Formation Trick are all swords of killing, although it has the meaning of defending, in fact, it is still an offensive style of defending and then attacking, it is difficult to distinguish between up and down or slightly inferior when using this move, but in the thirteenth move, you have been defeated, with a half-hung defensive move, how can you block my full blow?" "Then I use the tiger to shock the ......"

Before the sound fell, it was interrupted by Ying Feiyang, "Hu Zhenxiong missed the opportunity, deterred the momentum of the beasts, the Shenjun Prison and Yu Hexagram are three points slower than Jin, if you use the torture to kill, although it is the same move, but you will die, I hurt my left arm at most." If you want to try your luck by reporting all the thirty-three moves, I don't mind vetoing you one by one, but you will be defeated in the tenth move, and the eleventh and twelfth moves are still not capable of turning the tide, and in the thirteenth move, no matter which move you use in the White Tiger Battle, you will not be able to escape defeat!"

Luo Zhonghao was intimidated by his momentum, as if he was shocked, but he was dumbfounded and unable to refute, he could only be like an angry 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 to cut the clouds sword, and the wind will cross the border, and I will pick you up 'Jingshuang has its own Lingyun meaning'."

Where the voice came, a familiar figure walked steadily, although the steps were heavy, the person was as sharp as a sword, step by step, intimidating. Ying Fei's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "It's you, Ren Jiuxiao!"

ps: Another chapter in the evening, don't hesitate to push