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Chapter 280: Flowers in the mist, sword in the rain

Yan Xiluo struck again. This sword's power was like a wisp of mist, visible but intangible.

Luo Qingyang did not dare to underestimate the unknown swordsmanship, and he had to understand it before he could take action.He has already seen that Yan Xiluo is not as good as him. If he attacks with all his strength, he can naturally defeat or even kill him.

But killing was not his original intention. After using the first sword against Xiao Chong, he figured it out.He is not a murderous person, nor is he an unreasonable person.What Xiao Yu did and the people who cooperated with him were definitely not kind.Luo Qingyang didn't know where his actions would lead to the situation in the world.

However, he had to stop Yang Ming and his party as he was entrusted by others and was loyal to others.

Luo Qingyang's figure retreated slowly, and the distance of each retreat was calculated accurately by him.

Although Yan Xiluo's attack was fierce, after a few rounds of fighting, Luo Qingyang had roughly figured out some tricks.

The person who invented this sword technique would never use it to kill people.The essence of using softness to overcome strength lies in the word "drag". Even an opponent whose strength is higher than one's own can be dragged for dozens of rounds.

Looking at the situation on the field, Yang Ming and Xie Xuan looked at each other, and both shook their heads helplessly: "Although Yan Xiluo played far more rounds than Yan Zhantian, his swordsmanship was gradually improved by Luo Qingyang. Once you figure it out, defeat will happen sooner or later."

"Brother Ming, is Luo Qingyang really that strong? Is he really invincible?" As he spoke, Lei Wujie unconsciously clenched the sword in his heart.

He wanted to take action, wanted to challenge Luo Qingyang, but the result was that he failed with just one move, which made him shaken.

"Invincible?" Hearing Lei Wujie's words, Yang Ming shook his head: "Luo Qingyang is also a human, and Mo Yi is also a human. As long as you are human, you cannot be invincible. Even Mo Yi that day was still defeated by the master. .”

"But, can we defeat him and enter Apocalypse City?" Lei Wujie said worriedly.

"Believe me, it will definitely work." Yang Ming said solemnly.

Luo Qingyang raised his hand and struck out with his sword, breaking Yan Xiluo's offensive.

"If you have any other tricks, use them quickly."

Yan Xiluo already knew that he would lose, but it was also a blessing for him to see Luo Qingyang's strength.

"Okay!" In response, Yan Xiluo stood Feiyu Sword in front of him.

The fingertips lightly traced the sword, and wisps of mist suddenly surged around the body, and the person and the sword were completely submerged in it.

The mist spread quickly, and Luo Qingyang did not dodge, letting it envelope him in it.

"This is his own unique trick." Su Yuluo's eyes were intense. Even though she knew Yan Xiluo would lose, she was still very excited.

"So strong, the sword is several times stronger than before." Mu Yumo said with emotion.At least she would be powerless to fight back when faced with this move.

Yang Ming took a sip of tea: "It's a flower in the mist!"

"Looking at swords in the rain!" Yan Xuluo's voice came out from the mist.

If you look carefully at Luo Qingyang's temples, you will find that there are many water drops on them.

"Although I have never heard of you before, after this move, I will remember your name!" Luo Qingyang said solemnly.

The Nine Song Sword in his hand had a brilliant light flashing on the sword.

Yan Xiluo's sword enveloped Luo Qingyang like a tsunami.And Luo Qingyang's sword was like a big mountain, blocking the path of the tsunami.

The result is already clear.

The mist dissipated, Yan Xiluo touched the ground with his sword and half-knelt on the ground.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yan Xiluo sighed: "Luo Qingyang, you are very strong, I lost."

Luo Qingyang put away the Jiuge Sword and said calmly: "Your sword is indeed different from what I have seen. Maybe in a few years, I will not be your opponent."

"I accept your good words." Yan Xiluo said with a bitter look on his face.

He stood up slowly and walked to Su Yuluo's side.

"He is very strong. I am no match for him." "You are also very strong." Su Yuluo's voice was full of tenderness: "After all, he is the best swordsman in the world. It is not shameful to lose to him."

"Lei Wujie, do you want to go up and compete?" Yang Ming asked tentatively.

Although there is a high probability that Lei Wujie will be knocked down by Luo Qingyang's sword, who can say for sure that Lei Wujie will not realize something in this duel.

With a long sigh of relief, Lei Wujie said with firm eyes: "Brother Ming, I'll go up and try."

Hearing this, Yang Ming turned around suddenly. He did not expect that Lei Wujie would agree so decisively.

"Okay, let's see if you can understand anything, which will also be helpful to your future practice." Yang Ming reminded.

Lei Wujie nodded, walked quickly to Luo Qingyang, and quickly drew out his heart sword: "Jiangnan Perak Hall, a disciple of Lei Hong; Xueyue City Xueyue Sword Immortal, a disciple of Li Hanyi, Lei Wujie Jie. Ask the solitary sword immortal Luo Qingyang."

"I recognize the sword in your hand." Luo Qingyang kept staring at the Heart Sword in Lei Wujie's hand.

After a while, he spoke again: "Li Xinyue, who are you?"

Lei Wujie clasped his fists and said, "My father, Lei Mengsha, and my mother, Li Xinyue!"

"It turns out that since we are old friends, Qinglong, one of the four guardians of Apocalypse, must be you." Luo Qingyang looked at Lei Wujie's face.

Lei Wujie said solemnly: "Yes, count me in!"

"That's fine, since you want to ask about swordsmanship, then I will help you. After all, I am also your elder, so I will give you three moves." Luo Qingyang said lightly.

Lei Wujie didn't show any pretense. He nodded and struck out with his sword.

When the sword was drawn, thunder flashed in the surrounding air.There was a rumble of thunder in the silver-white sword energy.

Hidden Sword Wind and Thunder!

Luo Qingyang still stood where he was, and then the sword energy gradually forced in, and he slowly raised the Nine Song Sword in his hand.

The sword was not unsheathed, but the scabbard easily neutralized the sword energy.

Lei Wujie was not surprised at all, and followed up with a second sword.

A warm red light flashed across the sword of the Heart Sword, bringing a touch of warmth in this cold winter.

Red smoke green!

Luo Qingyang just flicked his fingers, and a sword energy came out from his fingertips, and it easily broke through Lei Wujie's sword energy.

Lei Wujie's expression remained unchanged, but the next sword move was different.

I saw snowflakes falling in the sky.

"Is it snowing?" Sikong Qianluo caught a snowflake with his hand.

Before she could see the snowflakes clearly, the snowflakes in her hand floated away with a gust of wind.

"This is not snow, but Lei Wujie's swordsmanship." Xiao Se's face was full of joy: "This is the swordsmanship of Xueyue Sword Immortal, but he improved it."

"This sword was created by Li Hanyi, the Sword Immortal of Xueyue City. The moon and the sunset are the flowers in the morning!" Lei Wujie shouted in a low voice.

The internal energy in his body suddenly exploded, and snowflakes fell behind him, forming a sea of ​​snowflakes.

Yang Ming smiled calmly: "It seems that Lei Wujie has grown a lot in these days."

"However, I don't think this move should be called Yuexi Huachen." Xie Xuan continued.

"Fenghuaxueyue!" Yang Ming and Xie Xuan said in unison.

(End of this chapter)