HP Hogwarts Chinese exchange students

During the holiday, the three of them practiced hard. Luo Yunchi's sword skills were as majestic and vigorous as a dragon and a phoenix dancing. He carried the power of wind and thunder, and the blade flashed like lightning.

Every move of Wuyou's green sword carries a chill, condensing into frost flowers that slowly float down. It may seem ordinary and sparse, but in fact it contains infinite mysteries. Beneath the beautiful and soft appearance lies the extreme danger.

Mo Changqing's spiritual power is fire-based, and the purple nether fire is his unique talent. When he draws his sword, he looks steady and unrestrained, as still as a crouching tiger, moving like a flying dragon, as slow as a drifting cloud, and as fast as lightning. He always has an unrestrained smile on his face.

Every morning, when the sun rises, they dance with their swords on the lake, as if dancing with the morning glow. In the evening, when the breeze blows, their sword energy is still unbridled. It is like the saying "In the morning, the morning glow dances on the Juque, and in the evening, the Lingxu floats."

As time went on, the original two-on-two sparring gradually evolved into a situation where the two of them joined forces to fight against Wuyou alone. After all, they were only 12-year-old boys. Even though they were very powerful when they let go, their attacks were wantonly and ostentatious, and their motives were too obvious. Wuyou could immediately guess their next move.

After all, she had just arrived in this world and was already an adult, so her mind was naturally more mature than theirs. She was also good at long-range control attacks, and her spiritual power array combined with varied sword techniques, her moves were always cunning, making it difficult for the two to defend themselves.

At this moment, the moves of the three people on the lake were clear, but slowly, the situation of Mo Changqing and Luo Yunchi fighting Wuyou gradually went from being evenly matched to being slightly disadvantaged, and the moves they made became more chaotic.

Compared to Mo Changqing, Luo Yunchi's mind was simpler. Seeing that the situation was losing, he immediately raised his palm and gathered energy, mobilizing the spiritual power in his body to soar into the sky. For a moment, thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

Then, a powerful spiritual power turned into sword light, shining like a dragon in the clouds. The Tianyu Dragon Sword suddenly appeared in the sky, with sword flowers flying, as flexible as a whip, coiling up and instantly restraining Wuyou's green sword, and releasing spiritual power pressure to make Wuyou unable to move.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yunchi immediately felt that he could defeat his junior sister this time, so he asked Mo Changqing to take action immediately. Although Mo Changqing also felt strange that he could control his junior sister's sword in this way, such a good opportunity did not allow him to think too much, so he immediately raised his sword and rushed to the two of them.

As a result, just as he approached them, a green formation appeared under Luo Yunchi's feet and trapped him. This formation has a very strong binding ability, but one has to be very close to the target to use it. Although the people inside the formation will lose their threatening ability once they appear, the person who set up the formation will also be affected during the completion of the formation, so it can only be used when there are no other enemies.

So at first it seemed that Luo Yunchi had entangled Wuyou, but in fact, when he used his spiritual power to restrain Wuyou's green sword, this formation was spread out under his feet along with his spiritual power.

Wuyou gently mobilized his spiritual power and dissolved Luo Yunchi's restraints. The green sword in his hand suddenly split into several sword lights.

These sword lights combined to form a sword net and sword formation. The sword energy was extremely sharp, icy cold, and full of murderous intent! The vast cold air almost froze the entire lake.

The surrounding space suddenly solidified, and a destructive chill enveloped the surroundings.

Wuyou smiled, his lips curled up: "Brother, you have fallen into the trap. This move is called One Sword Frosts Fourteen States!"

Mo Changqing and Luo Yunchi looked at the current situation and realized that even if they used their spiritual power to break the formation, they would not be able to defeat her, so they put away their spiritual swords and admitted defeat.

Luo Yunchi said with admiration: "Junior sister! You are so powerful! Even if we two join forces, we can't beat you. When we return to the sect, I'm afraid the only ones who can rival you will be Senior Brother Yifeng and Senior Sister Muqing!"

Mo Changqing: "Although the senior sister uses the same ice magic as Wuyou, her moves are not as cunning as Wuyou's. I don't think she can beat the junior sister."

Luo Yunchi nodded after hearing this: "That makes sense. Wuyou has been the most cunning since he was a child."

Wuyou listened to the two people's comments and raised his face proudly: "Thank you for your compliments."

At this moment, she was standing on the cold pond of clear water, as ethereal as a fairy, standing proudly, with her long ink-black hair cascading down, her green gauze as white as smoke and jade, and her long sword as white as snow. She was indescribably beautiful, elegant, noble and extraordinary.

It was just like what the senior sister said about her: "Changsun Wuyou is extremely beautiful and cunning."

Except for a short meal time, the three of them devoted almost all their energy to practice. Even if they occasionally had time to reply to friends' letters, they would just quickly write a few words.

However, it was this wholehearted commitment that allowed them to achieve such a huge breakthrough.