Han Jiangxue appeared in the palm of his hand, and Lu Yun stood with his sword in his hand, too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Slow!"

The demonic voice interrupted Lu Yun's fighting intent, and Lu Yun turned his head to see his senior brother surrounded by a group of women, and he still had time to wave to him.

"I would like to ask the Second Elder to check on Senior Sister Feng's condition and make sure that she has recovered."

"Lest I wait for half of the old disease to recur, and it will become my junior sister bullying people!"

Ji Hongxi, who still has lip prints on his face, is very improper, but what he says makes a little sense.

"I'm fine."

Hearing this, Feng Yuyao shook her head, looking like I was very good.

But there was a dark color in that flickering gaze, which was the chagrin of being seen through the mind.

Damn Ji Hongxi, damn Lu Yun, damn Wen Tianfeng!

"I'm not afraid you'll be fine, I'm afraid you'll be strong."

"Since it's a competition, it's natural to be fair."

"Please also ask the second elder to help!"

Ji Hongxi was still shouting, and he saw a person coming in the air, it was Broken Waves.

"Thinking about the results of the second elder's examination, the big guy must have no opinion, right?"

Ji Hongxi squeezed his eyes at the women beside him, and suddenly, those women covered their faces in response.

"No opinion, no opinion."

"Senior Brother Ji is right, we believe in the Second Elder."

Many disciples didn't like Lu Yun, but they also recognized that the second elder expressed their support.

"That's it, if you want to lose, you have to make it clear that Lu Yun loses."

These words were very sharp, and listening to Feng Yuyao's ears, it made her little face pale.

"What do you two say?"

Broken Lang, who was "invited" over, looked at the two people below and spoke, with a majestic expression.

"Yes!"

Lu Yun temporarily put away his sword, so how could Feng Yuyao refuse, she could only nod.

An aura enveloped her, wandering through her body, domineering her unable to move.

It wasn't until Feng Yuyao's body was thoroughly examined that Broken Lang nodded: "The injury is healed, the realm is stable, and Master Feng's nephew can rest assured that he will fight." ”

"Thank you, Second Elder."

A stiff smile appeared on Feng Yuyao's face.

One of her retreats was cut off.

But it doesn't matter, now that he has pressed Lu Yun's two-layer realm, it is impossible for the other party to win him.

Reinvigorated, the momentum on Feng Yuyao's body was rising, and the whole person became confident.

The arrogant eyebrows and eyes made Song Xiao's eyes flow with shallow love, and he stepped aside.

"Senior Sister Lu, I'm ready!"

Feng Yuyao made a move, and a crimson sword appeared in her hand.

As soon as this sword appeared, the temperature around it was rising, and if you looked closely, you could see a thin layer of flame burning on the sword, and there were phoenix lines on the sword.

The temperature is surprising.

"This is Senior Sister Feng's sword fire phoenix."

"Yes, I heard that this sword is one of the ten most powerful swords in the sword mound, it was refined from the spirit bones of the phoenix in ancient times, Senior Sister Feng is really powerful."

"Isn't Lu Yun's handful of Hanjiang Snow also one of the ten?"

"Even so, Lu Yun's sword was suppressed by Senior Sister Feng's in terms of attributes."

Hanjiang snow is ice, while fire phoenix is fire.

Fire overcomes ice, that's rightfully so.

What's more, Feng Yuyao's cultivation is two small steps higher than Lu Yun's.

It is almost impossible for Lu Yun to win.

The disciples below are not optimistic about Lu Yun, but Ji Hongxi is shouting with a big mouth, surrounded by beautiful women.

"Senior sister, come on, if you win, please drink flower wine!"

These words made Lu Yun want to slash over with a sword.

She is a woman, what kind of flower wine to drink!

With a wave of his hand, Hanjiang Xue came out again, and Lu Yun looked at Feng Yuyao in front of him, his eyes were like swords, and his face was fearless.

"Please!"

As soon as the word fell, Feng Yuyao took the lead.

A sword stabbed in, and the flames rose, distorting even the air around Lu Yun.

The scorching temperature made Lu Yun sideways to avoid it.

A strand of hair scattered in the air, cut off, and burned to ashes.

"Senior Sister Lu, be careful." Feng Yuyao, who kindly reminded her, was hiding a smug in the depths of her eyes.

In her opinion, Lu Yun is not her opponent at all.

If it wasn't for his carelessness before, he wouldn't have let Lu Yun take the opportunity to get the spirit fruit.

This time, she'll prove her strength!

The fire phoenix does not stop, and the sword technique used by Feng Yuyao is the Cangfeng sword technique.

Under the most basic sword technique, the wind dances, fueling the fire.

There was a faint cry of a phoenix in my ears.

The red flames rose up into the sky, majestic, Feng Yuyao's moves and styles, as if they were rubbed out of the sword technique, without the slightest mistake.

On the other hand, Lu Yun seems to have a hard time coping.

Lu Yun's sword moves opened and closed, and the cold air on the cold river snow spread under her feet under the influence of the wind.

She also used the Cangfeng Sword Technique.

"Yo, this Lu Yun wouldn't think that he could win Senior Sister Feng with the same moves as Senior Sister Feng."

In the eyes of some people, Lu Yun's behavior is boring.

"Hmph, I look at her, she's not good at learning, so she can't do anything else."

A disciple ridiculed Lu Yun, and his whole body was excited, and when he turned his head, he saw Ji Hongxi staring at him with a smile not far away.

That smiley devil!

The disciple was trembling and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

On the stage, Lu Yun, who seems to be suppressed, is actually at ease.

Feng Yuyao's sword moves are precise and have no mistakes, but she doesn't have her own understanding, she just follows the path of her predecessors.

If it weren't for the fact that the wind was fueling the fire, her sword moves might not have been as powerful as they seemed.

Lu Yun pulled a sword flower.

The three-foot long sword stabbed out diagonally and fell down along Feng Yuyao's side.

The cold air condensed in the air, and it actually froze part of the flames.

Although the ice melted quickly, Feng Yuyao also fought back, and it seemed that Lu Yun's counterattack had failed.

The disciple may not be able to see the way.

You can see the broken waves in the sky clearly.

The chill on Lu Yun's sword is accumulating, and it has not yet reached its peak.

On the snow-white blade, there was a flickering cold, and a sword was raised, and the wind suddenly rose.

In the flickering firelight, the sky ...... It's snowing.

"It's snowing?"

Exclamations began.

Now in April in the world, where does the snow come from?

"It's Lu Yun!"

Someone saw the key.

Lu Yun's sword suddenly became a few points faster, the sword light overlapped intensively, and there was no gap between the sword and the sword, attacking Feng Yuyao.

If the wind and rain do not stop.

"What a trick to carry together through thick and thin!"

The Wind Sword Technique, every disciple can do it, but not every disciple can use it to be as majestic as Lu Yun.

"No, it's a combination of wind and snow."

Ji Hongxi, who was watching the battle, didn't know when he had left those warblers and swallows.

Yu Guang saw a certain second junior brother quietly leave.

He looked at the dazzling Lu Yun on the stage and raised his lips.

The outcome has been decided, but these stupid people can't see it yet.

His little sister's comprehension, in the words of the master, is that this Tibetan Sword Sect has been ranked among the top three for nine hundred years.

And he always felt that Master was still a little more modest.

Feng Yuyao is a genius?

Hehe, his little junior sister is the real genius in this Tibetan Sword Sect!

On the stage, compared with others, Feng Yuyao, who is in it, can best understand the pressure.