At this moment, facing Feng Yuyao, Lu Yun actually wanted to laugh.
Speaking of which, the grievances between her and Feng Yuyao were like children's quarrels, and in fact they were nothing.
But Feng Yuyao is a proud daughter of heaven. As a heroine and the darling of heaven, her arrogance is even more obvious.
It is normal for such a person to get angry when he is praised and admired since childhood, but suddenly he is looked down upon.
But those puppets outside and the injuries on his body can be seen by anyone with eyes.
She killed the puppet and entered here. It is her decision to make the things. Why should she pay for other people's face?
In her opinion, if you want anything, let your strength speak for itself.
So what if the heroine can't beat herself, she just doesn't have the right to speak.
Whether it was the spiritual fruit from before or the treasure now, Lu Yun was not prepared to give it up.
exchange?
Haha, the exchange can only be established if the other party has something he needs.
It's a pity that the other party can't give you what you want.
Lu Yun's hand was very steady, and the sword was pointed at the two people.
She saw Feng Yuyao's sinking face and the surprise in Song Xiao's eyes.
"Lu Yun, why is this so?"
Song Xiao's throat rolled and she spat out these words.
"Yes, Junior Sister Lu, why is it like this? We are all brothers and sisters of the same sect. Why can't we talk about it properly without resorting to force?"
Feng Yuyao raised the corners of her lips again, with an attitude of "I am thinking about you."
In Feng Yuyao's eyes, all the disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect should be led by her.
Lu Yun's "rebellion" meant a loss of dignity to Feng Yuyao.
She hated Lu Yun's cold face, as if he had no desires or desires, and the years would not surprise him.
When Lu Yun listened to such tolerant and generous words, a arrogant smile finally appeared on her clean face.
When she first came here, Feng Yuyao was the superior heroine. She just wanted to avoid Feng Yuyao and follow her own path.
But sometimes, the more you want to avoid someone, the harder it is to escape.
The original owner Lu Yun died in the hands of Feng Yuyao in the ancient city.
Now she is attracted to the ancient city by the fragments, and is now facing off against Feng Yuyao.
Everything, as if fate refused to let her go, would inevitably lead her to the same old path.
But she won't die here.
Her path has nothing to do with Feng Yuyao, so why bother worrying about the heroine's way of heaven.
If you don't avoid it, you will fight.
She looked at the two of them, her smile as bright as a flower, but her voice was as cold as night.
"Different road non-phase plan."
"You two, draw your swords."
"Today's battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the grudges of the past will be eliminated."
"Everything in the future will depend on their abilities."
"Come!"
Lu Yun, who chuckled softly, threw up the umbrella to ensure that no one could interrupt the battle.
The long sword vibrated, the sound was like a bell, and the momentum was like a rainbow.
The girl in green is full of spiritual power, her robes are dancing in the wind, and her black hair is wild and unrestrained.
The eyes on that extremely beautiful face were dazzling.
Like a sword cutting through the night, it is cold and cold, and the bold sword intention is breathtaking and shocking.
Song Xiao couldn't look away from that face for a while.
In green clothes and plain face, she is already a stunning beauty in the world.
Breathing was disturbed for a moment.
Song Xiao had a feeling that he had to accept this battle, otherwise he would never be able to raise his sword in front of Lu Yun from now on.
The decisiveness coming towards me was unavoidable and unavoidable.
Feng Yuyao was also the one who had this idea.
This was the first time Feng Yuyao saw Lu Yun in full swing.
The sword intent that cannot be ignored locks the person, just like the sharp blade hanging above the head, it can fall down in an instant.
She thought of the four puppets outside.
Ask yourself, can you win one against four?
Maybe.
But after winning, it is absolutely impossible to fight one against two again like Lu Yun.
Nails dug into her palms. Looking at Lu Yun in front of her, Feng Yuyao felt a strong impulse.
war.
Fight!
She wanted the other party to know what kind of person she, Feng Yuyao, was.
She wanted Lu Yun to lower her head, just like everyone else, always looking at her with that awe in her eyes.
You should be the one walking in the front, and the others should only follow your back.
Lu Yun, Lu Yun should be like this, she should be like this!
In her chaotic thoughts, something appeared in Feng Yuyao's hand.
That is her sword Fire Phoenix.
The flames swirled around the sword, dancing fiercely with the owner's anger.
Beside him, Song Xiao's face was solemn, and his sword appeared in front of people.
It was a sword as gentle as spring water, with light spring light flowing from the blade, as beautiful as a lingering lover.
This sword doesn't look murderous at all.
It was also this sword that pointed at Lu Yun.
Lu Yun didn't dare to look down upon him.
The name of the sword is Sanshun Shui. This sword is so gentle that you won't feel any pain when you die.
But the souls who died under this sword would only roar in the netherworld, trying to survive.
"Come!"
Song Xiao said.
"Come on!"
Feng Yuyao raised her sword and pointed it away.
If you invite a fight, then come and fight.
"Ah……"
Lu Yun's laughter floated by like the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
She looked at the two people in front of her, and her heart was beating wildly. It wasn't fear, it was the violence and joy of the blood running wildly.
No one said anything about one-on-one.
Lu Yun invited the two of them to fight together.
Her eyebrows were raised at this moment, and her black and white eyes were filled with countless brilliance.
Snow comes out of Hanjiang River, followed by needles.
Lu Yun had no intention of hiding her clumsiness, and fired both swords together.
The figure shook, as if the light and shadow were broken, and when they condensed, they were already in front of the two people.
It was she who invited the fight first, and it was she who made the first move.
They are all arrogant people who became famous at a young age, and it is hypocritical to say they are modest.
No matter how empty words you say, let's talk about it with a sword.
One battle determines victory or defeat, and one battle determines ownership. Sword cultivation should be like this.
The floating and steady cold river snow is greeted by the softness of the three spring waters. The other party's sword is like a spring breeze that moistens everything silently.
The quick and cunning back-and-tail needle carries the viciousness of its former master, and the sword move is fatal.
The violent collision resounded throughout the tomb.
The moonlight was flowing under the umbrella above my head, and it was so dark here that no one knew.
Lu Yun, who had completely let go of her restraints, used her swords alternately, one against two without losing.
One sword is as light as a flying sword, and the other is as heavy as a thunderbolt.
The fighting spirit in the swords of these two men was equally strong.
The joy of Lu Yun's battle and You Longying's magic formula flowed through his mind, and Lu Yun suddenly felt that his body was much lighter and more agile.
You Longying's practice unknowingly entered the second level.
At this moment, her body was light and unrestrained.
Just like the giant dragon hovering over the earth, it broke free from the shackles on its body, let out its dragon roar, and then went straight up to the sky to stir up the wind and clouds.
yes.
He was born to be a giant dragon soaring above the nine heavens. How can he be such a graceful dragon when he is lying in a small space?
The practice of Kung Fu depends on one's qualifications and the other's understanding.
Qualifications can help people get started, and understanding can help them integrate the two.
Lu Yun's previous training on You Longying was to force him into using it based on his extraordinary qualifications.
She used the wisdom of her predecessors, not her own.
It was only now that she had the realization that the art and people were integrated into one.
To make the light and shadow on the ground condense in a square inch, and to make the dragon in the sky proud of the sky and the earth.
This is how...youlongying.
