The snow was much heavier overhead.
Heavy snowflakes were falling, and when you looked up, you could see the world was completely white.
The snowflake penetrated Feng Yuyao's flame and fell on her cheek.
The cold feeling made her feel chilly.
How can it be!
This is Phoenix Fire!
The flames shook, and Feng Yuyao's attacks became much messier.
The sword moves no longer follow the rules, and the sword's power is majestic, spurting towards Lu Yun.
The bursting flames forced their way through the ice and snow, trying to burn Lu Yun out.
The flame turned into a false phoenix.
The phoenix flapped its wings, raised its sharp claws, and clawed at Lu Yun's face.
Facing the opponent's attack, Lu Yun raised her eyelids and revealed her calm eyes.
Lu Yun's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.
On the delicate face, there were cold eyes.
Victory or defeat is at this moment!
Facing the ferocious fire phoenix, Lu Yun's wrist shook and her sword pointed forward.
Behind her, a strong wind blew, carrying the snowflakes rolling out.
The cold air spread, and the nearby disciples subconsciously retreated to avoid the too biting cold.
Lu Yun's sword is like the wind, and the sword is like snow. The wind and snow make the sky cold and the ground freezing.
"Click, click!"
The fire phoenix was frozen in place from head to toe by Lu Yun's sword intent.
In his pupils filled with anger, the flames all over the sky were extinguished.
The proud fire phoenix turned into a fragile ice sculpture.
Lu Yun's sword broke through the final fire curtain and was placed next to Feng Yuyao's neck.
it's over?
This is too fast!
The scene was...silent.
There was silence.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion, a little confused about the ending, and the same was true for Feng Yuyao.
She...lost?
Leng Ran looked at the sword beside her neck, and Feng Yuyao raised her eyes blankly.
She didn't even know how she lost.
How could Lu Yun's sword win his own fire phoenix?
That ice can actually freeze flames?
Ten thousand reasons roared in Feng Yuyao's heart, her expression became distorted, and the gentleness she had maintained all year round almost collapsed.
"Come again!"
She glared at Lu Yun, refusing to admit defeat.
After slapping Lu Yun's sword away, he was about to continue again.
This behavior was out of character and surprising.
"Tsk, Senior Sister Feng must have already lost."
"No, if it were a life and death fight, Lu Yun would probably chop off the person's head."
"By the way, did you see clearly the move just now?"
"No, it's too fast, and it's so beautiful."
"That snow, that wind, that person, that sword..."
"Go, go, what's your size?"
The disciples below were making a lot of noise and had different opinions.
People who cultivate immortality are all strong-willed.
In their opinion, Feng Yuyao, as a genius in her own sect, was outstanding among her peers in cultivation.
They didn't know Feng Yuyao well, but they admired each other's strength.
And this time, such a powerful Feng Yuyao was defeated by Lu Yun. Doesn't it prove that Lu Yun is more powerful.
On the other hand, Feng Yuyao's attitude of not admitting defeat seemed a bit petty.
Some people's eyes changed.
It turned into pointing fingers at Feng Yuyao.
Feng Yuyao clearly received these looks, her face was as pale as paper, and her figure was swaying.
There was a fishy smell in her throat and she wanted to vomit blood.
But remembering that everyone knew that her injury had recovered, and Lu Yun had not killed her, she would vomit blood, but it seemed like she was showing off.
All my dignity and dignity are gone.
Lu Yun!
Feng Yuyao gritted her teeth and looked at Lu Yun with an unkind look.
Lu Yun, who was standing with a sword in his hand, distanced himself, as if you wanted to continue and you were welcome to come again.
This made Feng Yuyao's chest rise and fall more fiercely.
"Yuyao!"
It was Song Xiao who appeared and supported Feng Yuyao: "It's okay, we will win it back next time."
Although he was surprised that Lu Yun could win, if he fought again now, he would be completely at a disadvantage.
"The Chongling Fruit is yours."
Without saying a word, Song Xiao took Feng Yuyao and left.
Feng Yuyao, who was in an embarrassing situation, also showed her weak and boneless side at the right time.
With a pale face, she leaned against Song Xiao: "I was careless. I thought Junior Sister Lu..."
What these words say, if the pipa covers her face, is looming, is the most fascinating, and those who support Feng Yuyao have an excuse.
"I just said how could Senior Sister Feng lose?"
"That's right. In my opinion, Senior Sister Feng felt that Lu Yun's cultivation level was too low, so she deliberately let it slip."
"Of course, Senior Sister Feng is such a considerate person. It's just a spiritual fruit. Only a person like Lu Yun can make such an ugly incident."
"Didn't I say that someone saw Lu Yun in the alchemy shop before? She must have taken some elixir to increase her cultivation."
These disciples opened their mouths to protect Feng Yuyao.
Hearing these words, Feng Yuyao smiled palely: "Junior Sister Lu is not that kind of person. It was I who let you down."
These words make fans heartbroken.
"It's okay, Senior Sister Feng, we believe you."
"Yes, in my heart, you are the most powerful one!"
A bunch of compliments made Feng Yuyao look much better.
No matter what, if you lose, you don’t lose.
So what if Lu Yun wins? How many people believe that she won with her own strength.
Seeing that the scene was one-sided again, Ji Hongxi below was just about to say something sarcastic when he saw the second elder falling in front of Lu Yun.
Duan Lang, who was above, said softly: "One sword can light up nineteen continents, it's powerful enough."
"Has this move been given a name?"
Lu Yun's move just now was not in any sword manual of the Hidden Sword Sect.
Faced with this inquiry, Lu Yun thought for a while and said, "Snow is floating in the world."
"Snow is falling on the earth, what a good name."
"You came up with this move yourself." Duan Lang raised his eyebrows and asked again. This attitude seemed to satisfy Lu Yun.
This actually embarrassed the disciples who spoke ill of Lu Yun.
He has the support of the elders, so he doesn't seem to need their praise.
"yes."
Lu Yun nodded and spoke briefly.
His eyes met Feng Yuyao who was leaving and cast a slightly meaningful look.
It seems like... showing off?
Show off what?
Lu Yun didn't understand it until she saw Feng Yuyao showing a delicate expression towards Song Xiao.
The other party was showing off Song Xiao's affection for her.
Why show off to her?
She didn't care.
Rolling her delicate eyes, Lu Yun's heart beat wildly when she saw some disciples looking at her with burning eyes.
Ahhhh, stop looking!
She resisted the desire to turn around and leave, glaring at Duanlang.
That look was asking, does the second elder have any other instructions?
His eyes passed over the other person's pursed lips, and he laughed.
What about this disciple’s mouth?
It's impossible to be so strict in your silence.
"Go ahead."
With a wave of his hand, Duanlang left early.
Lu Yun was liberated and slipped away before some disciples who had changed their minds and had a crush on her gathered around her.
I can't stand it anymore, she's dying.
"Hey, junior sister, wait for me."
Ji Hongxi once again ran out from the crowd of beauties and caught up with Lu Yun.
"Junior sister, let's go, I'll take you to drink wine."
"I'm going to find you some handsome men to accompany you."
What responded to Ji Hongxi's careless attitude was the cold air that hit his face.
"Hey, little junior sister, be careful, be careful. Senior brother doesn't want to turn into an ice sculpture."
Amidst the other party's chattering, Lu Yun succeeded.
"Sand sculpture!"
Two words, a precise blow, Ji Hongxi covered her heart and was injured.
Woohoo, junior sister is so cold!
