Facing Lu Yun's sudden rise in speed, the two looked at each other, both of them in horror.

Since ancient times, there have been those geniuses who have gained enlightenment and cultivation in battle.

But just one Qi refining stage disciple can do it, and it can only be said that Lu Yun's comprehension is above them.

What a wicked existence this is.

And this sense of grievance that was pressed made the swords of the two of them murderous.

Lu Yun calmly coped.

The sword moves of the two were a little slower in her eyes, and with the body of the dragon shadow, they subtly dodged each time.

One long and one short, the two swords switched freely in Lu Yun's hands.

This left-right fighting technique, Lu Yun is precocious in his heart.

When the cold air in the burial chamber reaches a certain level, soft snowflakes condense in the air.

The beautiful color makes people stop and indulge.

This is the trick that Feng Yuyao is familiar with.

This time, Feng Yuyao was not caught off guard.

The sword blade pulled the flower, using spiritual power as a guide, attracting the flames on the fire phoenix, ready to break through this piece of wind and snow.

The scorching flames rose, illuminating the world, but Lu Yun's sword did not move.

The snow of the cold mountain fell on Lu Yun's eyelashes, and the slightly cool snow quietly melted in that spring.

Song Xiao's sword, fast Feng Yuyao arrived in one step.

This is the first time he has done it with Lu Yun, and it is also the first time that Lu Yun has seen the other party draw a sword.

The sword fell, and the spring breeze scattered silver makeup.

Everyone says that after winter, there is a warm spring, but Lu Yun wants to let this winter snow freeze the spring wind.

The sword swirled in his hand, and the blade stirred the air currents around him.

Centered on the cold river snow, the temperature plummets, and a snowstorm is brewing.

The biting cold forced back the spring that tried to melt the winter.

When a snowflake fell on Song Xiao's cheeks, he felt a chill.

But the chill didn't come to me.

There was a dark flicker in the afterglow.

When Song Xiao and Lu Yun were fighting, Feng Yuyao, who had been sweeping the formation, had not yet found a chance to help, and had a sword resting on the side of her neck.

The small, black blade was silently against his skin.

It's not as cold as the cold river and snow, with the warmth that belongs to the owner's house.

But Feng Yuyao didn't dare to move.

That enthusiasm is the fervor of the poisonous snake spitting in his ear and can't wait to open his fangs.

This is the means taken by Lu Yun.

Her cold river and snow have been seen by many people, although the tail and back needles have appeared in front of people, no one has ever seen Lu Yun sword with both hands.

What she hit was that these two people were caught off guard.

Lu Yun didn't give Feng Yuyao one more look.

Song Xiao's sword behind her had arrived, and the gentle sword grazed her shoulder, and a warm current covered the wound.

As rumored, Song Xiao's sword hurts people without pain.

But that warm current is the epiphysis, what it wants to do is to quietly eat away your entire body when you don't think so.

Behind this mercy is a deadly despair.

Lu Yun's long sword, which was injured in the shoulder, swept backwards, and the short sword stabbed at Song Xiao's abdomen.

On the side, Feng Yuyao wanted to make a move, but the blade was only halfway raised and fell.

If it was a life-and-death fight, with Lu Yun's move just now, she should be seriously injured if she didn't die.

In this one-on-two, she lost early, so she shouldn't have continued to shoot.

But can Song Xiao win?

Feng Yuyao looked at the other party, she knew Song Xiao very well, this person's talent was on par with herself.

The other party's temperament is also rare.

In the Tibetan Sword Sect, he and himself go hand in hand and never lag behind, and Song Xiao loves himself.

For Feng Yuyao, Song Xiao is not one of the capitals for her to show her status to the outside world.

But this time, the expression on Song Xiao's face made Feng Yuyao tell Feng Yuyao that he had no bottom.

He...... can't take Lu Yun.

The thought flashed, and Lu Yun's sword split a snowflake, and a chill enveloped him.

A sword carries the wind and snow, and it comes to the front of people.

Song Xiao retreated in fright, and the tail and back needles that should have pointed to the door in front of him were replaced by cold river snow in a moment.

The afterimage pulled at his side.

Lu Yun appeared behind Song Xiao, her long sword pointed at the back of his heart.

Lu Yun didn't use any force, and even his spiritual power was evacuating, but Song Xiao felt that there was such a piece of snow, piercing his clothes and falling on the bottom of his heart.

The blood is condensed inch by inch frost and snow, and the three spring water in Song Xiao's hand is still in the posture of blocking the tail needle.

But the tail needle has long since withdrawn, and he has been defeated.

"You ......"

Song Xiao, who was standing in front of him, couldn't see Lu Yun's expression, but he really wanted to look back at the moment to see that person's expression at the moment.

Whether it is proud or cold, or proud of fun.

When the cold river snow was put away, Song Xiao turned around.

But all he saw were calm eyes like an ancient well, and the wind was not disturbing.

Isn't she glad at the victory over both of them?

The injuries on his body were not serious, but for a while, Song Xiao's pupils trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

If it weren't for Lu Yun's quick hiding, she was afraid that she would be sprayed in the face.

Lu Yun, whose face had never wavered after winning the victory, raised his eyebrows lightly at the moment, with a slight coolness of surprise on his face.

She didn't kill her, this person won't come to touch porcelain.

Thinking about it, she took another step back, and the tail needle was hidden, but Han Jiangxue was still in her palm.

She said, "The outcome has been decided. ”

It's supposed to be ...... Grievances are eliminated.

"Song Xiao."

Feng Yuyao took a quick step to support Song Xiao, and she saw the wasteland-like desolation in the other party's eyes.

The flat mirror surface has cracks, can it still be the same?

"Lu Yun, you ......"

Feng Yuyao wanted to say something, but what she saw was Lu Yun's gaze.

This is not the first time Lu Yun has seen her.

The same as before, Lu Yun looked at herself, but she never had herself in her eyes.

This strong sense of neglect made Feng Yuyao's throat glow with fishy sweetness.

"Let's go!"

Song Xiao felt the irrepressible spiritual power fluctuations on Feng Yuyao's body, and spoke categorically.

Two against one defeated, this is humiliation, but also ...... Fear.

Song Xiao, who was steady breathing, pulled Feng Yuyao and walked out.

There was no turning back during the whole process.

Feng Yuyao, who was furious, had a stiff back and a heaving chest, but she didn't look back.

It wasn't until the two of them left the tomb completely that Lu Yun let out a breath.

"Ahem!"

Coughed a few times, and the corners of his mouth turned bloody.

She was already injured, and when she fought with these two people, she wanted to fight quickly, but she just forcibly used all her spiritual power, but in the end it still caused damage to her body.

Fortunately, it turned out as she wanted.

For this familiar and unfamiliar world, Feng Yuyao and Song Xiao are the shackles that bind her.

And today she has cut the shackles.

The past is like a cloud, and since then, she is just Lu Yun, not the original owner.

The sound of his heartbeat slowed down, and the umbrella above his head was still open.

Han Jiangxue stood beside him, Lu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing returned to peace.

The burial chamber was silent.

But soon, the burial chamber was bombed, and buzzers rang everywhere.

That's what attracted the spiritual power in this dungeon to gather here.

The vortex of spiritual power formed in an instant, and Lu Yun, who was standing in place, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and was already settled.

The shackles have been broken, the building is clear, and the heart can be free.

Lu Yun ...... Epiphany.

The cultivation of the eighth layer of Qi cultivation increased in a violent manner, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed to the ninth layer of Qi training.

But the momentum hasn't stopped.