Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is A Bit Magical

Hong Yunlan looked up at the sky and remained silent.

Thinking about things that have nothing to do with this competition.

Marry? Break off the engagement?

In all this, no one has ever asked her too much for her opinion.

She wanted to get in touch with someone first, but the sect brought a boatload of gifts and made a betrothal directly.

Although she was unhappy in her heart, it was Frost Snow Palace that made her what she is now. The grace of upbringing and the grace of teaching weighed on her chest, making her breathless.

I can only agree.

But what happened next?

When the sect heard about it, they regretted it again.

She was like a chess piece being thrown around.

Saint? Maybe.

Compared to the stable inheritance and development of Frost and Snow Palace, Saintess is naturally insignificant.

After all, if the Saint is gone, it can be re-established, and if the Frost and Snow Palace is gone, there is nothing.

From a general perspective, I couldn't tell what was right or wrong, but from a personal perspective...she was actually very angry.

At this moment, it was a good opportunity for her to vent her anger.

Even if the marriage is arranged in Shuangxue Palace, don’t you, the Nanxi Sword Sect, know how to find someone to ask her opinion?

Admittedly, such an idea is a bit naive when placed in front of the two top sects, but when placed in front of her, it is a thought that is difficult to solve.

If she knew that Luo Zijin decisively rejected the marriage after coming out of seclusion to learn the details, she would probably turn her thoughts into inner demons.

I don't have a choice, but you do?

The water surged towards her.

Hong Yunlan finally moved.

She raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and a cold light flashed in her eyes. Ice crystal-like light suddenly appeared in her palm, then soared upwards, turned into a frost dragon, and shot out.

When ice and water meet, they create a crisp and sweet sound.

The frost dragon went upstream, and faint collision and clicking sounds spread. The water froze in the air and turned into ice cones. It fell from the sky and glowed with a unique and gorgeous color under the scorching sun.

In addition to the physical flow of water, even the sword intent contained in it was frozen in the collision with the frost dragon.

Duan is overbearing.

Frost and Snow Palace cultivates techniques similar to frost and falling snow.

In fact, this frost dragon is indeed a famous move. It was created by a peak ancestor of the Sixth Realm who is still alive in Frost Snow Palace.

It is named after the two characters Shuangjiao.

There is a total of Third Layer, which is divided into single dragon, double dragon, and the last double dragon to melt snow.

What Hong Yunlan used at this moment was the Shanshuang Jiao.

The water curtain covering the sky was completely frozen.

Before and after the fight, it was just a matter of seconds.

If the flowing water melts into ice, what will happen?

Zhou Yun felt the chill coming from the air and shuddered slightly.

The Saint of Frost and Snow Palace is still very capable.

But...how could his Zixiaofeng sword have only this ability?

The eight-seat Grotto-Heaven spread out from behind him, emitting a faint white light, and then Zhou Yun stretched out his hand to grab it.

The Grotto-Heaven behind him suddenly began to change, and eventually it slowly pulled out eight sword shapes.

Grotto-Heaven transforms into a spirit.

At this moment, a shadow fell in front of him.

Hong Yunlan seemed to flash in front of him, turned around, and struck out with a palm. Almost at the same time, a frost dragon fell vertically from the sky and bit Zhou Yun.

No one will stupidly stand there waiting for you to charge up your strength and then use your moves again.

Zhou Yun's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it.

Bang~

First there was a soft sound, and then there was the harsh sound of a sharp blade cutting gold and stone.

The azure flying sword rose into the air, flew straight up, and slashed at the frost dragon above Zhou Yun's head. After a brief stalemate, it shattered the entire frost dragon into pieces like a bamboo.

After colliding with the 'Luohualiushui', the subsequent power that this frost dragon can bring is not very impressive.

After the threat above his head was eliminated, all that was left was the palm in front of him.

Zhou Yun also struck out with a palm.

It was like being slapped on a tough ice brick, numb and cold.

This time, he failed to break the move and was hit in the chest by Hong Yunlan's palm. After a brief stasis, he flew backwards.

Hong Yunlan's expression remained unchanged. She stepped on the ground and the floor shattered. She then used her strength to rush forward and caught up with Zhou Yun's figure halfway. He twisted around and whipped him mercilessly with another whip.

In a hurry, Zhou Yun could only block with his arms in front of him.

Boom!

This leg was extremely powerful, and it directly knocked Zhou Yun's whole body away, and he landed on the ice wall that had gathered around him, bouncing up and down.

What followed was countless clicking sounds.

The field that was frozen like an ice ball instantly shattered, and huge ice cubes crashed down.

Hong Yunlan's hands were filled with light, and she held up the ice cube that hit her, holding it in the air.

The ice cubes shattered into ice powder.

Back and forth, it looks complicated, but both of them are extremely fast.

From the perspective of everyone in the stands, it can be roughly divided into three stages.

The first stage is when the flowing water just rises and forms a semicircle; the second stage is when the flowing water turns into ice crystals before it falls; the final stage is when the ice crystals break.

Is this a battle between geniuses?

When he looked towards the stage again, Zhou Yun's figure was knocked down at the corners, while Hong Yunlan, who had stabilized his figure, was surrounded by eight spiritual swords at some point, and he killed without any hesitation.

At the peak of the three realms, there are still traces to follow between shots, and the smooth attack and defense are very enjoyable to watch.

Unlike the fourth and fifth realms, a dozen or so moves can be used in an instant in a fight. Without the support of the realm, it is impossible to see clearly.

Grotto-Heaven spirit transformation is a method to open up multiple Grotto-Heavens in the three realms. Since it is the transformation of one's own Grotto-Heaven, it can be used with tact and ease.

And the eight spiritual swords that are connected to his own mind, in the hands of a swordsman like Zhou Yun, are like adding more power to a tiger.

The sword energy surged, and the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed in an instant.

At the corner, Zhou Yun stood up and rubbed his chest, unable to help frowning.

Why are you so strong? Aren't you a magician?

Then, the azure flying sword that broke through the frost dragon circled around and was held in his hand again.

Looking at Hong Yunlan who was surrounded by eight spiritual swords, Zhou Yun's eyes were full of caution.

The Saint of Frost and Snow Palace is indeed strong.

Just as he stood up, a spiritual sword was smashed to pieces by her, turning into a point of light and dissipating between heaven and earth.

Grotto-Heaven's transformation into a spirit may sound mysterious, but it is actually supported by spiritual power.

Zhou Yun no longer hesitated, and the majestic sword intent burst out from the long sword in his hand. Suddenly, his figure flashed, dragging out afterimages.

Hong Yunlan, who was fighting with the Grotto-Heaven Spirit Sword, felt something in her heart and released the spirit sword without any hesitation.

Buzz!

Is it the sound of swords or the roar of torrents?

As she dodged, the azure flying sword that originally landed on her arm flew into the air and fell straight down, cutting the floor open.

The sword intent was as gentle as flowing water, but it exploded with terrifying killing power in an instant.

Cutting through the reinforced ground is like chopping melons and vegetables.

If one sword misses, just use the next sword.

As Hong Yunlan stepped back, the Yao light on her hands became more and more intense. Two frost dragons were struck out by her in an instant, but before they could take shape, they were sliced ​​open inch by inch by the azure long sword dragging a wake along the head.

At the same time, the eight spiritual swords crisscrossed and slashed at her vitals.

She had to retreat again.

The two sides began to constantly switch tactics.

This is the collision of ice and running water.

The speed of the two people increased unconsciously, and the arena formation also quietly started.

There were constant bombarding sounds, and occasionally a Daoist shadow would fly out, but it would stop in mid-air and rush forward again.

As time goes by, the fighting between the two sides gradually becomes more intense.

There is a sword cultivator and a magician, but at this moment it is like two warriors fighting hand to hand.

Zhou Yun's spiritual swords were reduced one after another, and the light of the blue sword also dimmed, but the trailing water was still sharp.

Hong Yunlan also didn't take much advantage. He was almost fatally injured by the long sword several times. Even the use of frost dragon began to slow down.

Su Liang was covered with spiritual thoughts throughout the whole process, and he was constantly evaluating in his mind at this moment.

Who will win?

Boom!

After another loud noise, the two of them separated at the same time and retreated to the corner of the ring.

Su Liang leaned forward slightly.

It's time to decide the winner.

"That's it."

Hong Yunlan suddenly spoke out, casually as if she could end this competition at any time.

"Your sword is not sharp enough."

After finishing the second sentence, Hong Yunlan rolled up her long sleeves and spread her palms.

Two frost dragons were swung out from her raised hand!

Double dragon!

Zhou Yun's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He looked at the two frost dragons that the other party had pinched out. His lips moved slightly and he wanted to say something in response, but in the end he did not make any sound.

Then, he lowered his eyes to the blue sword and whispered to himself.

"It's really not enough."

"But, I also practiced swordsmanship..."

"A million times."

How can a drop of water penetrate a stone in a day?