How could there be no Lu Yan where Lu Leyao was? Even if the girl couldn't arrive at the scene, Lu Yan would have rushed over from the horizon. Before Lu Leyao could say a few words, Lu Yan jumped onto the high platform.
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Lu Yan is different today, her outline is deeper, her whole body is as powerful as a finely polished sword, and the way she draws the sword seems to have been drawn thousands of times.
"Lu Leyao, draw your sword!"
The girl in red clothes looks like fire, with long hair dancing in the wind, and flaming red lips. She is extremely beautiful.
It was the people in the audience. At this moment, Lu Yan and even Lu Leyao thought she was beautiful.
The friends all went in the direction of the beauty, but I was the only one who was still on the round road and never returned.
Lu Leyao's whole body was burning with raging jealousy, and Lu Yan was filled with joy. The dead girl secretly improved her cultivation level, hoping to make a big splash, but she didn't know that her own cultivation level had also caught up. She must have been shocked and resentful in her heart.
Then fight.
Lu Leyao had a serious face and an imposing manner. He held a sword and attacked forcefully. He locked three positions at the first sight. Lu Yan had no choice but to attack head-on.
The heavy sword slashed horizontally, the sword energy was scattered in all directions, and strong winds blew up.
Lu Yan knew how strong her opponent was from beginning to end, so she couldn't help but slack off. The sword speed was extremely fast, and Lu Leyao was faster than her. No matter how ruthless and cunning she was, she could find him as quickly as possible.
How to crack it.
The swords collided, making a clanging sound, and the spiritual energy collided with the spiritual energy and sparks flew everywhere.
While Lu Yan was slashing with her sword, she picked out frost flowers and shot them towards Lu Leyao like the shadows of the wind and moon. This was the top-grade water-based technique she had practiced. The second level of the Frost Technique was the ice dance that filled the sky.
Even if Lu Leyao touches a piece of ice flower, his skin and flesh will be torn apart.
Lu Leyao's feet transformed like a wave, and he managed to avoid the vital part. However, a small cut was made in the cassock on his left shoulder and arm, and his skin and flesh ached slightly, but it was not as open as Lu Yan imagined.
"You are really thick-skinned, and I don't have much shame compared to you."
What Bai Biao came up with, he forced Lu Leyao to stuff it back into his clothes.
Damn it, what is this guy causing trouble for?
"Lu Leyao, let the labor and management come in, we must bite the ball to death." Bai Biao was eager to try, and Lu Leyao pressed back again.
The message said: "This has been my playmate since childhood. I am not as fond of the new as my mother. I abandoned Uncle Lin Moyang and then played with Master Deng and Deacon Yu. I killed you. How can I still play?"
Lu Yan stormed up again, and the ice flowers she waved were more than twice as large as before. Lu Leyao had not systematically learned other spells, and had mainly practiced swords in these years.
It was impossible to hide. Even if it was just a little bit close to the point of being torn apart, it would still be really painful. Lu Leyao's consciousness swept over and saw that several places were covered in black and blue.
Diagonal thrusts, straight cuts, cross cuts, sharp thrusts... the speed must be faster, otherwise I will definitely lose my dignity after this fight.
In such a difficult situation, Yan Gou Lu Leyao still did not forget to protect his face. He could be injured anywhere, but his face must not be injured.
The main peak is in the Taihua Hall.
The sect master and all the powerful Yuanying masters were sitting across from each other drinking tea. Not far away was a large and simple realm, and people inside were flashing. The people fighting with dazzling auras were none other than Lu Yan and Lu Leyao.
"Senior Brother Jingjing, the method this girl cultivates is the Frost Art, a high-grade water-type technique that you obtained in the ancient powerful cave?"
Daojun Jingjing nodded, smiled and stroked his beard, his whole body was filled with self-satisfaction.
Being nudged by the sect master, Daojun Jingwei's idea of recruiting disciples was completely dissipated. Seeing Daojun Jingmi's extremely proud look, Daojun Jingwei also got angry.
"Senior Brother Jingjing, this junior of yours is nothing more than that. You have learned high-quality skills and competed with others for so long, but you still can't knock them down. You also have mediocre qualifications and have buried those skills, so you can't stand up!
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Jingwei Daojun's words are indeed unpleasant, but they are also true. Lu Leyao's sword in the mirror is getting faster and faster. From the beginning, one sword slashed one hundred to two hundred slashes, to the current five hundred slashes and six hundred slashes, with a flick of the fire.
The sword energy was like a powerful fire dragon, swallowing up all the ice flowers in an instant.
Lu Leyao took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack, leaping into the air.
"The mountain is so overwhelming that you'll die."
Under the heavy sword, the sword in Lu Yan's hand was cut off by a straight cut. The two of them had fought countless times since they were young. Lu Leyao's madness did not last for a day or two. Both of them knew each other's details. When the sword was broken, Lu Yan stepped forward and her body
He retreated in the air and used this time to touch the storage bag.
There is a more primitive sword in his hand.
The two stood together again.
Just now, Lu Yan relied on her special skills to beat Lu Leyao one-sidedly. Now that Lu Leyao has broken through the second level of swordsmanship, the result is hard to say.
"This girl is amazing! She can unleash her sword energy at such a young age, and her achievements in the future will definitely be great. You are not allowed to argue with me!" Daojun Jingwei's eyebrows raised and eyes raised, as if he is about to fight at the first sight, is also a source of dismay.
Everyone was very helpless.
Daojun Jingjing was criticized just now. It's not that the old man is petty, but there are some things that must be said early, otherwise this woman Jingwei will make trouble unreasonably again.
"This woman has been determined to be the next generation successor of Wuwei Peak. Wuwei Peak is a single lineage. If you want to accept this woman as your disciple, I'm afraid Junior Brother Jingchen won't do it."
It's Liu Jingchen again.
Daojun Jingwei slapped the edge of the table with her palm, and a piece of the fine lightning-struck wooden tabletop was missing for her.
"Senior Brother Jingyi, if Liu Jingchen is not here, why should he be allowed to choose his disciples first? There is no such thing."
"It's a single lineage. I chose Yu Hengfeng for him, so what if I give it to me first? Could it be that he shamelessly accepts a disciple as his disciple?"
"Oh! Senior Sister Jingwei is so angry!" The handsome man strode in, looking free and uninhibited. The moon-white robe, which represented the Yuanying monk, was set off by the wooden clogs on his feet.
He behaved like a dandy in the mortal world.
The visitor was none other than Liu Jingchen, who had not shown up for hundreds of years.
"Senior brother, make way, and give me a seat for my junior brother. I have to take a good look at my disciple. How is he doing?"
Daojun Jingyi was helpless with such a naughty temper. Seeing his little junior brother grow up, he couldn't bear to blame him.
At this time, Lu Leyao's sword skills were getting faster and faster, and there was an unprecedented tacit understanding between people and the sword, as if the sword was her and she was the sword.
Ice and fire either collided or exploded. The arena could not withstand such a heavy blow and collapsed, leaving only two female cultivators standing directly, looking at each other across the ruins. The foundation-building masters looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Who wins and who loses?
The arena was destroyed, how should we settle the score?
The Jindan monks on the high platform were also arguing endlessly. Some said they wanted to hold the two of them accountable, but how could Master Minghua be willing to do it.