She couldn't even tell if it was a real existence or just a conjecture of hers.

She sighed softly, deciding to put the inexplicable voice aside for a moment and see the results of the fusion.

Zhuohua sat cross-legged and looked inwardly at the situation in his body.

The two petals, which originally looked miserable, revealed a faint pink. The whiteish spiritual power that originally flowed in her meridians was also mixed with a hint of pale pink.

Besides...... Like, there's nothing different about it.

"Come on, Ah Yao, the two of us have done a trick."

Zhuohua's depressed mood was swept away in an instant, and he opened his mouth with great interest.

Seeing this, Ah Yao's heart let go of most of it. He nodded and answered.

Although it cannot appear in the physical form in the outside world for the time being, in this space, his strength is not weak at all.

With a wave of his little hand, a sword instantly condensed in the air.

Zhuo Hua didn't dare to take it lightly, even if Ah Yao didn't remember a lot of things, his swordsmanship was definitely not to be underestimated.

However, this time, she mainly wanted to test what had happened to her spiritual power, so she threw away her sword and only used the magic technique.

"Come on." Zhuohua raised an eyebrow at Ah Yao.

Ah Yao was not polite, as soon as Zhuo Hua's words fell, he rushed over with his sword.

He didn't use any sword tricks, but a reckless slash that looked like a rampage.

It's just that this seemingly reckless attack is hidden in the mystery.

Zhuohua found that Ah Yao seemed to rush straight over, but in fact, her body was as flexible as a loach, which made her a little clueless for a while.

She hooked her lips and used the Drifting Cloud Footwork, and her figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, appearing behind Ah Yao like a ghost.

I don't know if it's her delusion, but she feels that her speed is much faster than before.

Her beautiful eyes froze, and her spiritual power slowly condensed in the palm of her hand.

There are no too many moves, it is a direct attack of spiritual power.

Ah Yao's reaction was very fast, he turned around in an instant, took a few steps back suddenly, and the sword in his hand slashed to the ground, and a wave of qi rushed towards the direction of Zhuohua.

Zhuo Hua's sharp eyes found that her spiritual attack also had a faint hint of pink. Moreover, this spiritual power seems to be much more mellow than the previous spiritual power.

"Bang!"

The two attacks met in the air and collided with each other with a loud thud.

Then, the attacking Yu Wei set off a wave of qi and swooped back towards the two.

Both of them quickly dodged away.

"Again."

Zhuohua's red lips opened slightly, and his tone was full of war intent.

It was a sense of excitement.

Ah Yao didn't answer, his toes touched the ground, and he jumped up in an instant, and the sword in his hand was like a dragon.

It's as if this wasn't a competition, but a great show.

However, Zhuohua, one of the parties involved, was not in the mood to watch it at all.

She pursed her lips, a trace of fierceness crossed her eyes, and in the middle of her hand, a wind and moon slash slashed through the sky.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the air, and there seemed to be a faint hint of peach blossoms.

Ah Yao's expression remained unchanged. It was as if he had fused with the sword in his hand, rushing towards the scorching attack like a ray of light.

Zhuohua's heart tightened, she never expected Ah Yao to rush straight over like this.

She couldn't help but secretly sweat for him.

Although she didn't do her best, it was definitely not a perfunctory attack.