Facing Lu Yun's sudden rise in speed, the two of them looked at each other in horror.
Since ancient times, there have been those geniuses who gained insights and improved in practice during battles.
But a mere Qi-refining stage disciple can do it, it can only be said that Lu Yun's understanding is superior to them.
What a monster this is.
And this suffocating feeling of being suppressed caused the two men's swords to attract murderous intent.
Lu Yun responded calmly.
The sword moves of the two were a bit slow in her eyes, and with the movement of You Longying, he managed to dodge them subtly every time.
Two swords, one long and one short, can be switched freely in Lu Yun's hands.
Lu Yun was precocious in this art of fighting each other.
When the cold air in the tomb reaches a certain level, soft snowflakes condense in the air.
The beautiful color makes people stop and be intoxicated.
This is the trick that Feng Yuyao is familiar with.
This time, Feng Yuyao was not caught off guard.
The sword blade held the flower, using spiritual power as a guide to activate the flames on the fire phoenix, preparing to break through the wind and snow.
The scorching flames rose and illuminated the world, but Lu Yun's sword remained motionless.
The snow in the cold mountains fell on Lu Yun's eyelashes, and the cool snow melted quietly in the spring breeze.
Song Xiao's sword arrived in one step as quickly as Feng Yuyao.
This was the first time he had fought with Lu Yun, and it was also the first time Lu Yun had seen the other party use a sword.
When the sword fell, the spring breeze scattered the silver makeup.
Everyone said that after cold winter comes warm spring, but Lu Yun wanted to let the winter snow freeze the spring breeze.
The sword rotated in his hand, and the blade stirred the airflow around him.
Centered on Hanjiang Snow, the temperature dropped sharply and a blizzard was brewing.
The biting cold forced back the spring that tried to melt the winter.
When a snowflake fell on Song Xiao's cheek, he felt a refreshing chill.
But the chill didn't come to him.
There was a dark flash in the corner of my eye.
When Song Xiao and Lu Yun were fighting, Feng Yuyao, who had been skimming the formation, had a sword by her neck before she could find a chance to help.
The small and black sword blade lay quietly against his skin.
It's not as cold as Han Jiangxue, but has the warmth of the host's home.
But Feng Yuyao didn't dare to move.
That enthusiasm was like the fervor of a poisonous snake whispering in his ears, eager to show its fangs.
Making a sound in the east and attacking in the west was Lu Yun's method.
Many people have seen her Han Jiangxue. Although the tail needle has appeared in front of others, no one has ever seen Lu Yun draw a sword with both hands.
What she hit was that the two of them were caught off guard.
Lu Yun didn't give Feng Yuyao another look.
Song Xiao's sword had arrived behind her. The gentle sword brushed against her shoulder, and a warm current covered the wound.
As rumored, Song Xiao's sword hurt people without pain.
But that warm current is a gangrene attached to the bones. What it wants to do is to quietly eat up your entire body when you don't take it seriously.
Behind this compassion is a life-threatening despair.
Lu Yun, whose shoulder was injured, swept back with her long sword, while her dagger stabbed Song Xiao in the abdomen.
On the edge, Feng Yuyao wanted to take action, but the sword fell down just after it was raised halfway.
If it was a life-and-death fight, Lu Yun's move just now would have left her seriously injured even if she didn't die.
In this one-on-one match, she lost early, so she shouldn't have continued to take action.
But can Song Xiao win?
Feng Yuyao looked at the other party. She knew Song Xiao very well. This person's talent was as good as her own.
The other person’s character is also rare.
In the Hidden Sword Sect, he kept pace with himself and never held back, and Song Xiao loved him.
For Feng Yuyao, Song Xiao is not one of her assets to show her status to the outside world.
But now, the expression on Song Xiao's face told Feng Yuyao that he had no bottom.
He... couldn't defeat Lu Yun.
The thought flashed across her mind, Lu Yun's sword split a snowflake, and a chill enveloped her.
Carrying the wind and snow with one sword, he came to the people.
Song Xiao retreated in fear to resist, and the back needle that was supposed to be pointed at his face was replaced by Han Jiangxue in an instant.
Afterimages tugged around.
Lu Yun appeared behind Song Xiao, her long sword pointed at his back.
Lu Yun didn't use any force, and even her spiritual power was withdrawing, but Song Xiao felt that there was a piece of snow that pierced her clothes and fell in the bottom of her heart.
The blood was covered with frost and snow, and the three spring water in Song Xiao's hand was still in the position of blocking the tail needle.
But Wei Houzhen had already withdrawn, and he was defeated.
"you……"
Song Xiao, who was standing in front of him, couldn't see Lu Yun's expression, but he wanted to turn around and see that person's expression at this moment.
Is it arrogant or cold, or is it joyfully proud.
When Han Jiangxue closed up, Song Xiao turned around.
But all he saw was the calm eyes like ancient wells, which could not afford any trouble.
Didn't she feel happy to have defeated both of them?
His injuries were not serious, but for a moment, Song Xiao's pupils trembled and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
If Lu Yun hadn't been able to hide quickly, she would have been sprayed in the face.
Lu Yun, whose expression did not waver even after winning the victory, raised her eyebrows lightly at this moment, with a slight chill of surprise on her face.
She didn't do anything to kill him. This person wouldn't come here to mess with her.
Thinking about it, she took another step back, hiding the needle behind her tail, but Han Jiangxue was still in her palm.
She said: "The victory or defeat has been decided."
It should be... the grudges are settled.
"Song Xiao."
Feng Yuyao took a quick step forward to support Song Xiao. She saw the desolation in her eyes, which was like a wasteland.
If the flat mirror surface has cracks, can it still be as good as before?
"Lu Yun, you..."
Feng Yuyao wanted to say something, but what she saw was Lu Yun's gaze moving towards her.
This wasn't the first time Lu Yun looked at her.
Just like before, Lu Yun looked at herself, but she never saw herself in her eyes.
This strong sense of neglect made Feng Yuyao's throat feel fishy and sweet.
"Walk!"
Song Xiao felt the uncontrollable spiritual energy fluctuations in Feng Yuyao's body and spoke decisively.
Two against one and still defeated, this is humiliation, but also...fear.
After steadying her breathing, Song Xiao pulled Feng Yuyao and walked out.
Never looked back during the entire process.
Feng Yuyao was furious, her back was stiff and her chest was heaving, but she didn't even look back.
Lu Yun didn't let out a breath until the two people completely left the tomb.
"Ahem!"
After coughing a few times, the corners of his mouth turned red.
She was already injured, and when fighting these two people, she wanted to fight quickly, but she just used all her spiritual power forcefully, but in the end it still caused damage to her body.
Fortunately, the result was as she wished.
For this familiar but unfamiliar world, Feng Yuyao and Song Xiao were the shackles that bound her.
And today she cut off the shackles.
Everything in the past was like a cloud, and from now on she was just Lu Yun, not the original owner.
The heartbeat became gentler, but the umbrella above my head remained open.
Han Jiangxue stood beside him, Lu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing returned to peace.
The tomb was silent.
But soon, the tomb sounded like it was being bombed, with buzzing sounds everywhere.
That is what attracted the spiritual energy in this underground palace to gather here.
A whirlpool of spiritual power was formed in an instant, and Lu Yun, who was standing there with her eyebrows lowered, was already in trance.
The shackles are broken, the tower is clear, and the heart can be free.
Lu Yun... had an epiphany.
The cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi training increased violently, and he rushed to the ninth level of Qi training in the blink of an eye.
But the momentum has not stopped yet.
