What a handsome girl!

Yu Fan couldn't help but say in his heart.

Losing the veil, Feishuang's face was finally presented in front of him.

Feishuang looks very beautiful, she looks like she is in her twenties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a sandal-mouthed nose.

The clothes are better than the snow and the dust is not stained, and the green silk is flying as if it wants to return with the wind.

There is a bit of heroism on her body, but she can't hide the delicate nature of being a woman, her face is full of coldness and arrogance, but there seems to be a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

At this moment, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was a little displeased by the destruction of the veil.

Seeing a flame floating in front of Yu Fan's body that contained violent spiritual power fluctuations, he had to get up.

"You have actually mastered the art of wind and fire, I underestimate you. ”

With a press of her hands, she interrupted the music that was about to reach its climax.

"How ......" Yu Fan was a little puzzled, looking at her momentum, it should be that the more the song gets to the back, the more powerful it becomes, why did it suddenly stop?

Without waiting for him to ask, Feishuang wiped his hand in the direction of the headstock, and spat out his palm's spiritual power.

I only heard a "poof" sound, and a bright light flashed from the head of the piano, which she held with one hand.

"You're very strong, and you deserve my real skills. Feishuang said.

The cold face was full of solemnity.

She pulled her right hand outward, and a sword slowly pulled out of the belly.

The sword was only two feet five in length, the hilt was ice blue, and the blade was almost transparent, making it look like a work of art.

The blade of the sword was less than two fingers wide, light and sharp, and the cold air was overflowing, and the ice mist rose, exuding an infinite edge.

"There is a sword in the piano. Yu Fan's pupils shrank, and he felt the huge spiritual power contained in the sword, and couldn't help but say, "What is this?"

Feishuang stepped a little, floated out of the piano platform, landed at the position of the original screen, and stood four or five meters away from Yu Fan.

She put the sword across her chest and said, "This sword is called 'Chopping Zhiyin', and it is a medium-grade spiritual treasure. Brother Dao, be careful!"

After speaking, she deceived her forward, Zhenyuan spitted, and swept towards Yu Fan with a sword.

Her strength is already very strong, and with a good sword, the deterrent power can be imagined!

Yu Fan didn't dare to touch it, so he retreated, and at the same time took out a palm-sized gossip mirror from his arms.

"It's a good thing I was prepared earlier, otherwise it would have been a real problem today. He said secretly.

Zhenyuan was injected into the Bagua Mirror, and the mirror became more than a foot in size, floating up, hanging behind him.

Feishuang raised his sword in pursuit, the sword spewed, and a wisp of cold mist rushed to his face.

Yu Fan's heart moved, and the gossip mirror behind him shot out a three-foot golden light, swallowing and dissipating the cold light.

At the same time, he pinched the trick with one hand, and the Samadhi True Fire floating on his chest separated three lines of fire, turning into a fire python and wrapping around the Flying Frost from the left, middle and right sides.

"What a mirror!"

Finding that his attack had dissipated into nothingness, Flying Frost couldn't help but be surprised.

When the fire python appeared, she was not flustered, her jade hand shook, and a jade bracelet appeared on her left wrist, and her side was immediately shrouded in cold mist, and her figure became blurred.

The fire python crashed into the ice mist formed by the magic weapon, making a "snort" sound, but it did not cause any substantial damage.

"This is the Tianwei Bagua Mirror, and it is also a medium-grade spiritual treasure. Yu Fan explained.

The hand did not stop, and the natal true fire expanded and turned into a brilliant gold, forming a three-petaled strange flower.

One of the petals broke down, separated, and rose to the size of a zhang in the wind, instantly burning the surrounding curtains, tables, and other objects into ashes.

The golden flame petals rolled towards the Flying Frost.

Feishuang felt the amazing heat emitted by the flames, and did not dare to resist with the "Misty Dew Frost Bracelet", and waved the spirit sword "Slashing Soulmate", instantly shooting out more than ten cold mist sword qi.

The sneering was endless.

Driven by Feishuang's unreserved True Yuan, the cold sword qi was forced back by the Samadhi Golden Flame petals of the sail.

A few wisps of sword qi shot out, leaving bottomless holes in the walls.

"What a sharp sword move!"

Yu Fan was surprised.

Originally, he was worried that Samadhi Jin Yan would be too domineering and would hurt this woman, but now it seems that he is too worried.

At that moment, he no longer kept it, and the flame flower shook in the air, and the remaining two petals also flew out, turning into a big one.

Three huge petals of flowers were closing in three directions, and the heat had ignited most of the things in the room.

The air was distorted by the high heat, and the icy mist around Flying Frost's body was also oppressed and contracted, gradually dissipating.

Seeing that the petals are closed, the flying frost has no way to retreat.

She bit her lower lip and turned her heart sideways, and her left index finger swiped lightly across the blade of the sword, leaving a few drops of blood.

The sword instantly absorbed her blood along with a large amount of True Yuan, and the light on the blade shone brightly, and the cold aura grew a little stronger.

"Kill the bosom friend, go!"

Feishuang knew that even if he bleed more, he might not be able to suppress all the samadhi fire, so he chose to take a risk.

As her soft voice fell, the Sword of Slashing Zhiyin took her Four Percent True Yuan and flew out as a cold light!

Burst!

The flame petals were pierced in an instant. The flying sword castrated unabated, and it was taken directly from the right arm of the sail to control the fire!

"So fast!"

The speed of the flying sword was extremely fast, and Yu Fan had no time to withdraw to dodge in a hurry, so he could only urge the Bagua Mirror with all his strength to defend.

A golden light was projected on the gossip mirror, and a half-zhang-sized Taiji diagram was condensed in front of him, blocking in front of the flying sword.

burst

The flying sword pierced the Taiji diagram, and the speed was sharply reduced by seventy, but it still continued to move forward.

Taking advantage of this momentary delay, Yu Fan struggled to move his position.

With a thud, the flying sword flew past him, disappearing into the wall behind him, and there was no trace of it.

Although it didn't stab him directly, the sharp sword cut through his clothes, leaving a shallow wound on his right upper arm.

And the area around the wound was quickly frozen purple, and a lot of blood-colored ice crystals condensed.

"I'm actually hurt......"

He couldn't believe it.

I have been practicing for more than ten years, and I don't know how many times I have fought with others, but this is the first time that I have been injured to the point of seeing blood.

And it is also under the protection of the Zhongpin Lingbao Bagua Mirror!

This woman named Feishuang is more than twice as strong as Lin Duantian!

Just in case, he endured the pain in his arm and continued to manipulate the flames to complete the encirclement, wrapping Feishuang's whole person.

The terrifying heat creates a closed space, and the heat inside is not much worse than under the volcano!

"Stop! I'm defeated. ”

A few seconds after the flames closed, Yu Fan heard the sound of Flying Frost hurrying.

Under the blazing of the true fire, she could only urge the Fog Dew Frost Bracelet with all her strength to resist, and resist at a rate of more than ten times the consumption rate of the true element, in order to ensure that she would not be burned to death.

But with such a true yuan consumption speed, she couldn't last long at all, so she could only admit defeat.

Yu Fan did not hesitate, and as soon as he heard her voice, he immediately put away the Samadhi Golden Flame, withdrew the flame petals, and put the natal true fire into his mouth.

Although she was injured by her flying sword, Yu Fan knew in her heart that her sword was only to relieve her own siege, and she had no intention of killing him, otherwise the flying sword would not be his right arm, but his head.

reciprocated the favor, Feishuang didn't want his life, and he wouldn't kill the killer.

After the flames dissipated, Yu Fan saw Feishuang gasping, and the white clothes on his body were soaked with sweat for some time.

Most of her mana was used on that sword flying stab, and the rest of her power was almost used to urge the magic weapon to resist the heat, and at this time, the true yuan was in deficit, and she was a little reluctant to even stand.

"Are you alright?"

Yu Fan covered his injured right arm, used Zhenyuan to evacuate the cold energy on the wound, and walked towards Feishuang.

Feishuang's delicate chin dripped sweat, gasping for breath, raising his eyes to look at him, and replied, "Naturally, there is no ......"

Before she could say the word "hinder", she suddenly felt exhausted.

Then it was dark in front of him, and he fell softly.