The power of the Twilight Snow Sword only leaked the tip of the iceberg, causing a layer of frost to form in the entire arena.

At this moment, even Miyamoto Divine Eagle had to face up to the junior in front of him.

And for the sects in the world, this battle is undoubtedly the biggest battle since the start of the battle of the sects, and it is also the most interesting battle!

As for the dignitaries and nobles, the world's heroes are all in the clouds.

In fact, at this point, no one dares to assert that the Xue family is going to be defeated!

For a while, everyone watched the game quietly.

Even Xiao Wan'er and Bai Zimu are no exception.

On the field, Xue Yan used the "Snow Family Sword Technique" and the Twilight Snow Sword to fight against Miyamoto Divine Eagle's "Divine Sword" and Oni Tori.

The swordsmanship of both sides is inseparable, and the moves are also flexible.

Miyamoto Condor is superior in speed and crushes Xue Yan in strength, but the power of the Twilight Snow Sword is too strong, and it seems to be too good to make up for the gap in strength between the two sides.

As for the slight difference in speed, as the chill on the field became heavier and heavier, the cold air made Miyamoto Condor more and more unable to perform, and after ninety rounds, the first thirty rounds, Miyamoto Condor had the advantage, the middle thirty rounds, the two sides were evenly divided, and the last thirty rounds, Xue Yan had the advantage.

Miyamoto Divine Eagle's face began to become more and more embarrassed, he had never fought thirty rounds with anyone in his life! Now, he had fought ninety rounds with a little girl, which was a great shame!

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he didn't use the ghost to catch the sword, but instead used his left arm to catch the sword!

At the same time, a sword was slashed at an incredibly fast speed!

Xue Yan couldn't react to this at all!

Sting!

Yikes!

How domineering the Twilight Snow Sword is, with Xue Yan's sword qi, slashing one of the left arms of the Miyamoto Condor is like probing for something.

Similarly, how sharp the demon sword ghost is, with the sword aura of the Miyamoto Divine Eagle, slashing Xue Yan's delicate body is also like probing for something.

With this move, Xue Yan flashed backwards again and again, flashed a hundred steps away, suddenly covered her chest, stabbed the ground with her sword, and squatted down in pain.

"This bastard!"

There was ice in her eyes.

Miyamoto's sword cut through her right waist and slashed out from her left chest. This sword wound is 2 centimeters deep. Her left chest was cut in two with a sword, 5 centimeters deep!

The blood instantly stained the white dress red, and the left chest was like a sea of blood!

The trouble is that Xue Yan's breasts are relatively large, and in the case of her underwear being cut open, once she exercises vigorously, her chest will inevitably tremble, and the wound will definitely crack, and she will be in pain!

On the other hand, although the entire left arm of the Miyamoto Divine Eagle is gone, as long as he can endure the pain of the broken arm, his movement will be fine.

In fact, the pain of a broken arm is nothing to Miyamoto Divine Eagle.

Therefore, he simply bandaged the wound and attacked Xue Yan.

Xue Yan tore off the long skirt, tore the skirt from the foot wrap to the thigh at once, and then wrapped it around her left chest layer by layer. But this piece is too soft, and this kind of bandaging won't have much effect!

"One of the gods!"

As soon as Xue Yan finished bandaging, Miyamoto Divine Eagle slashed over with a sword, so she was forced to raise her sword to block it.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the two swords intersected.

The slight tremor made Xue Yan frown.

This detail did not escape the eyes of Miyamoto Divine Eagle!

What followed was a bombardment. There are not too many routines, no bells and whistles, it is to directly attack the opponent's weakness, and every sword is slashed at Xue Yan's sword!

It is not to hurt people, but it invisibly hits the maximum damage.

Xue Yan was losing and retreating, and her face became more and more painful. The wound on her left chest was cracking open, and blood was pouring out.

The situation has taken a sharp turn, and Jiang is still old and spicy!

This is a suffocating battle, from the first sword of Miyamoto Divine Eagle, the fight between the two sides has not stopped for half a second.

"What should I do?"

There was a sharp pain in her chest, and Xue Yan could hold on with willpower. But if a woman, especially a woman like her, really loses half of her breasts, what is the difference between her and a wasted person?

Miyamoto Condor is obviously not an opponent that can be solved in a moment and a half, besides, he has noticed this weakness of hers, so if he wants to win this battle, he must gamble her life!

One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

Xue Yan has been arrogant since she was a child, she is noble, smart, talented, and born as beautiful as a fairy.

"The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell." ”

When the last trace of confusion in Xue Yan's eyes disappeared, the battlefield unconsciously came to a tree.

On the tree, covered with silver, under the tree, in an instant, the two of them passed three more moves.

Under the ravages of the sword qi, the silver fallen leaves flew one after another, and it didn't take long for them to shatter one by one.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The edge of the demon sword was completely suppressed, and it gradually sank.

The edge of the Twilight Sword is still there.

Xue Yan's injuries are too serious to be relieved for a moment.

Miyamoto Divine Eagle's injuries were much lighter than Xue Yan's.

One eliminates the other's strengths, and the two are inseparable.

This battle undoubtedly stunned everyone on the scene!

"This is the battle of the sect? This is the battle between swordsmen? If your arm is broken, you have to continue fighting, and if you have a blood gulf in your chest, you have to continue fighting, just for the top eight places?

Many people sighed in their hearts.

"The leaves were shattered one by one, I didn't expect that at this moment, they would still have such a sword aura. ”

In the Xianwang District, Fang Yunxi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although Shangguan Baifeng still didn't say a word, his eyes couldn't leave the fight on the field.

Meng Xun'er was also paying attention to this battle, her eyes wandered on Xue Yan's body, she was also a woman, she could understand the torment in Xue Yan's heart. Carrying the glory of a family, and his own brilliant life, where to go, is destined to regret for a lifetime.

……

Before you know it, a long time has passed since this death match.

The two fought for more than 300 rounds.

From the moment the last trace of confusion disappeared in her eyes, Xue Yan no longer defended passively, and the two sides went back and forth.

And with the sharp decline in physical strength of both sides, excessive blood loss, and gradual deterioration of injuries, some moves could not be done as they wanted, so there were mistakes. Generally speaking, in a battle between masters, a split second mistake can kill you.

But this battle is different, both sides have fought to the point of running out of ammunition!

Whether it is Xue Yan or Miyamoto Divine Eagle, whether it is the "Snow Family Sword Technique" or the "Divine Sword", at this moment, there are frequent mistakes.

The sword is not by the heart, and the heart is not by the person.

Bite!

Xue Yan leaned her back against the tree, holding the sword in both hands to block the sword of the Miyamoto Divine Eagle, and the next moment, she raised her foot to cut off her descendants, but the kick was crooked and kicked on the right leg of the Miyamoto Divine Eagle.

Miyamoto Divine Eagle had a chill on his back and retreated again and again.

"Poof!"

Xue Yan spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

There was not a trace of blood on her pale face, and her entire left breast was cracked, and through the blood-stained and reddened skirt of her skirt, you could faintly see the terrible blood ravine!

Every breath she took took took her left chest and rose and fell for a while, as if she had sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound, it hurt, it hurt!

Tear up!

She took off her shawl, tore it into long strips, and then, enduring the pain, as if tying a ball, tied up her left breast.

After doing this, she rested against the tree for a while, and watched Miyamoto's every move coldly with a pair of cold eyes.