Not good, quite bad.

The girl looked at the sword momentum that was completely covered by the dark clouds, and her heart was filled with extremely strong unease.

She subconsciously clenched her sword in her hand, and a thought that had been deliberately ignored and ignored by her from the beginning appeared uncontrollably in her mind at this time.

Yourself, you won't lose.

Thinking that she might fail, the girl's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and her face sank like water.

And Jiu Lao and Lin Xuanyi calmly watched the collision of the sword and the clouds.

The old man smiled and said, "Good boy, smart enough." ”

Lin Xuanyi said lightly: "Well, it's really beautiful." ”

Looking at the white light that occasionally flickered like jumping lightning in the dark clouds, Jiu Lao smiled and said: "This sword momentum is different from the cloud momentum, although the sword momentum is different, domineering, light, and weird, whether it is to suppress the opponent, or interfere, or even imprison the opponent, it can be done, but the most prominent thing is its edge, its killing advantage." ”

With a turn of his eyes, he looked at Zhuo Yang, who looked relaxed and light, and continued.

"That kid's cloud momentum is different, changeable and invisible, ethereal, although powerful, but if it is hard, it will still be inferior to the edge of the sword."

"And although that kid's palm technique is exquisite, powerful, and imposing, its essence is to pay attention to the impermanence and formlessness like a cloud, and the transformation of virtual and real, making the opponent elusive."

"Gollum!"

The old wine said, took another sip of wine, and looked at the fact that because the sword momentum did not achieve the desired effect, and began to be a little chaotic, and increased the internal force, he said lightly: "It's like now, this girl was completely deceived by this kid, and I didn't find that this kid didn't want to fight with her at all, but just kept consuming her." ”

Lin Xuanyi nodded without smiling, but there was a little more temperature in his eyes when he looked at Zhuo Yang.

"The winner is decided!"

[Oh, is this in a hurry? 】

Zhuo Yang felt the sharper and sharper sword momentum, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then the corners of his mouth flashed with a confident smile.

[Well, it's almost time to finish!] 】

Zhuo Yang's eyes flashed, and then his palm momentum changed, and the dark clouds that originally trapped the Spirit Phoenix Sword momentum were immediately compressed, as if they were as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Seeing this, the girl immediately broke out again with a strong sense of crisis.

"Wow!"

With the blessing of internal force, the Spirit Phoenix Sword suddenly burst out with an extremely terrifying edge.

"Sting!"

As a wisp of sword light seemed to pierce the shackles and break through the blockade of the gloomy clouds, more and more sword lights began to bloom, and in an instant, the light lit up the dark clouds that had just suppressed it.

"Wow!"

There was another clear roar, and the Spirit Phoenix Sword finally broke through the gloomy clouds, and the huge sword qi shattered it, and then rushed towards Zhuo Yang in one fell swoop.

Win!

Seeing this, the girl's eyes showed a look of victory and joy, but ......

"Those who use the sword should have an indomitable momentum, have a clear mind, have no distracting thoughts, and have no fear of failure."

Zhuo Yang looked at the flying Spirit Phoenix Sword Momentum, his eyes were not wavering, in his eyes, this blow with terrifying sword qi was just a strong outsider.

At this time, the old wine said leisurely.

"Frustrate its edge first, move its spirit, consume its strength, and mess up its wisdom."

Zhuo Yang rose into the air, taking advantage of the moonlight, condescendingly looking at the sword momentum of the Spirit Phoenix, his feet were windy, and he raged violently.

The sixth form of the wind god leg - kamikaze howl!

Zhuo Yang's eyes were sharp, cold, domineering and terrifying.

The shadow of the leg flickered, and a huge storm, as if it could flatten everything and destroy everything, came out from under Zhuo Yang's legs.

The wrath of the kamikaze, no one can stop it.

Damn it!

Looking at Zhuo Yang, who was powerful again, the girl gritted her teeth for a while, but at this time she was already in a dilemma, and she had to send it.

Once again, he propped up some of the weaker internal forces and launched the final blow towards Zhuo Yang.

However, the next scene instantly shattered all her illusions.

The seemingly strong Spirit Phoenix Sword Momentum was already strong in the outside, and in the face of Zhuo Yang's charged blow, it was instantly shattered without resistance.

"Wow!"

The terrifying storm enveloped the Spirit Phoenix Sword Momentum, and the fierce storm continued to tear the Spirit Phoenix Sword Momentum.

Under the girl's gradually desperate eyes, the Spirit Phoenix Sword let out a mournful roar and disappeared.

The old man then said: "In the end, with the momentum of panic and thunder, attack its weak point, and kill it with one blow." ”

And the next moment, the storm came to the girl in the blink of an eye at a terrifying speed.

Seeing this, the girl wanted to retreat, but suddenly found that the terrifying storm not only carried great oppression, but also had a terrifying attraction.

If the internal force was enough, the girl could break free from this blow, but now there is not much internal force left in her body, and she can't escape this blow at all.

Knowing that she couldn't escape, the girl stopped struggling and bitterly accepted her failure.

Zhuo Yang saw that the girl gave up resistance, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then ......

"Uncle Lin!"

Hearing Zhuo Yang shouting to himself, Lin Xuanyi immediately understood what Zhuo Yang meant, and his fingers clicked a few times in the air one after another, and the Dao stars pointed directly at the storm.

The storm, which was still raging, suddenly seemed to be stilled, gradually weakened, and then just turned into a just right wisp of evening breeze and blew through the field.

Well, it may be a bit stronger to say that the evening breeze is blowing, at least the girl's hair is blown like a chicken coop at this time, and there are a few leaves hanging on it.

"Tsk, is it so easy."

Seeing that Lin Xuanyi broke his trick with a raised hand, Zhuo Yang's mood to win the competition suddenly weakened a lot.

Sure enough, a mountain is even higher.

You still need to work hard.

After cleaning up his mood a little, Zhuo Yang looked at the girl who began to doubt her life, and couldn't help laughing again, no way, it's really funny that the girl looks like now.

"I'm sorry, I won."

Listening to Zhuo Yang's voice, the girl seemed to have just come back to her senses at this time, looking at Zhuo Yang's appearance, her eyes were entangled and unwilling.

In the end, he nodded helplessly.

"Well, you won!"

After the girl nodded, she said to the old man: "Old wine, there is no one in the eyes of the juniors, and he is sitting in the well and watching the sky, so he will go back to the sect to concentrate on cultivation." ”

"Well, go back, go back, don't read your grandma's quotations or anything, your brain is broken."

The girl who was in a low mood stopped talking, nodded, and then looked at Zhuo Yang, who had re-attached the Long Yuan Sword to her waist, and asked in a deep voice.

"What's your name?"

Looking at the girl's serious appearance, her eyes were focused and profound, Zhuo Yang shrugged his shoulders and seemed to smile.

"Your adults haven't told you, before you ask someone's name, you have to ...... first"

"My name is Yu Yourong!"

Before Zhuo Yang finished speaking, he was preempted by the girl.

Well?

Zhuo Yang was stunned, looked at the girl, and wondered.

"What do you say your name is?"

"Taiyi Palace, the fish have tolerance!"

Yu Yourong said seriously word by word, looking at Zhuo Yang with deep eyes.

"What about you. What is your name. ”

Looking at Yu Yourong's serious appearance, Zhuo Yang only felt a burst of trouble, to be honest, he didn't think much about anything to do with Yu Yourong.

"The world's dart game, Zhuo Yang."

"Zhuo Yang?! The Zhuo Yang of [Thousands of Miles Alone]? ”

A flash of understanding flashed in Yu Yourong's eyes, then he looked at Zhuo Yang and said seriously: "I lost this time, but this time I will return to the sect, I will concentrate on cultivation, and we will compete again in half a year!" ”

After finishing speaking, he saluted the old man and Lin Xuanyi, and left alone.

Zhuo Yang muttered in a low voice: "Half a year later, I didn't bother to pay attention to you, you said that you would compare, and you didn't give me money." ”

"Hahaha, boy, don't you know what day it will be in half a year?"

After hearing Zhuo Yang's muttering, the wine elder said with a smile.

Zhuo Yang was stunned.

"What day?"

The old man said loudly: "The Taiyi Palace is held once every five years, and the Sword Asking Conference!" ”