Lin Muyang shook his head slightly, letting his thoughts return to the ring.

But it was during this extremely brief moment of distraction, Mu Xuerou raised her arms, and the cold air in her palms swirled around those snowflakes that fell near her, instantly turning into a whirlpool in mid-air as if she had been summoned.

"Snow Sword"

The vortex turned into ten cold ice swords, the sword blade was sharp, and a cold air pierced Lin Muyang, and the ten cold ice swords drew ten bright white lights in mid-air, as if ten white ribbons were flying in the wind.

Lin Muyang was not in a hurry, the palms of his hands flashed and thundered, and the two purple rays were particularly conspicuous in the white snow

The words fell, and from the palm of his hand, purple thunder flew into the air like a poisonous snake.

Thunder and lightning shuttled through the Xuanbing world, and the thunder and lightning swept through the flying snow and danced "Boom-" A sea of thunder suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the thunder was dense, and the space in front of Lin Muyang was covered by thunder and lightning, as solid as a fortress.

Ten flying swords were slashed and fell to the ground, turning into broken ice and splashing away.

The confrontation between the two is almost instantaneous, without any hesitation and hesitation, the movements are all smooth, this is a real peak duel, there is no thinking here, everything is a subconscious reaction, and there can be no mistakes.

"Wonderful!"

Lu Ming clapped his hands and praised, such a confrontation can be called art, whether it is Mu Xuerou or Lin Muyang, they are a pinnacle-like existence at this time.

Seeing that the two were on par, the entire gymnasium was quiet again, whether it was a boy or a girl, there was no sound, and everyone's eyes were tightly locked on the two of them, for fear that they would miss any wonderful moment.

Perfect, extreme, I'm afraid that only such words can describe the two of them today.

Mu Xuerou also didn't expect Lin Muyang's reaction to be so fast, as if she could predict her attack.

Lin Muyang looked at Mu Xuerou with a smile on his face, he was indeed a rare talent! Such a keen attack, ordinary people couldn't find any flaws at all.

It's a pity that he met himself, and Lin Muyang's combat experience of tens of millions of years of Jiuyou struggle can be said to have reached the peak, what kind of moves have not been seen! What kind of people have not been encountered!

In his life, he has experienced 108,753 major battles and 89,761 small battles, of which 97,321 almost died, so there is no perfect move in Shura's eyes, as long as it is a move, there are flaws.

Even though Mu Xuerou's attack is invulnerable, it is also different from others.

"How?"

Lin Muyang asked, signaling if he wanted to continue.

Mu Xuerou nodded lightly and pursed her lips, "Go on!" Just when Lin Muyang broke his Flying Snow Ling Sword, Mu Xuerou realized that she was gradually at a disadvantage.

The slender jade legs took a step in the snow, leaving shallow footprints.

The slender figure strolling in the snow is graceful, the black hair is flying in black and white, the beautiful eyes are flashing with tenacity, and the momentum of a woman who does not let her eyebrows go.

"Mountains and rivers are frozen"

After taking ten steps, the snowflakes were lightly touched on the tips of the jade feet, and a ball of white light bloomed, followed by the snow under the feet froze and spread in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the snowflakes in the ring froze into ice, and the ski resort became an ice skating rink.

Mu Xuerou stood on top of the ice, as if she was a noble queen, and re-conjured a slender sword in her right hand, the sword was the same as the delicate body, the sword was three feet long, the sword was one inch wide, and the blade was silver and white.

"Mo Xie?"

Lin Muyang glanced at it and already said his name.

The cadre Mo Xie is one of the top ten famous swords in ancient times, and he is a famous swordsmith in the Warring States Period, and the cadre was ordered to cast a sword for King Wu, and the cadre will collect the gold and iron essence of the five mountains and six rivers, but the fire cannot melt it, and the iron is not melted, and the sword cannot be cast.

If the sword fails, King Wu will be killed, and finally his wife Mo Xie threw himself into the furnace and used his lifelong cultivation to help him melt the fine iron, and finally the cadre refined two peerless swords, the power of which cannot be underestimated, and still reached the realm of peak magic weapons.

"That's right!" Mu Xuerou said as her left hand was slowly raised, and a long sword appeared in her hand, the sword was three and a half feet long, the sword was two inches wide, and the sword body was red as if it was a red-hot piece of iron, "Cadre!" A sword pointed at Lin Muyang, and a sword was carried on the back of the two swords, and two spiritual mist swirled around it.

Lin Muyang frowned slightly and looked at the red and white spiritual mist was really surprised, this cadre Mo Ye actually wanted to produce a spirit and turn into a sword spirit, so that he could break through the confinement of the magic weapon and become an artifact, thinking that he had met his true master.

However, this sword spirit seems to lack some chance.

A sword is cold, a sword is red, the two swords shine brightly, the Mo Evil sword light turns, the arc light is drawn, and the ice cracks a crack with a click.

"Ice Ridge Phoenix Song"

The sword body roared softly and countless ice cubes flew out of the cracks, and the ice cubes turned into a cold ice phoenix in mid-air, the phoenix spread its wings, and the ice cubes in the sky fell towards Lin Muyang like a shower.

The spear in Sun Ce's hand swept across, and a powerful force swung out, a little cold, and the ice was shattered again.

At the same time, Lin Muyang felt the ground around him tremble, like an earthquake, "Ice Cage" Mu Xuerou's Mo Evil Sword in his hand pointed to the ground, and a cloud of cold qi poured into the cracks in the ground.

Icicles rose up to the sky around Lin Muyang, showing a huge cage around Lin Muyang with a diameter of five meters, Lin Muyang seemed to be a bird in a cage.

"It turned out to be here!"

Lin Muyang said with a smile on his face, the ice phoenix in the sky was just to attract the attention of himself and Sun Ce.

"It's smiling!" Mu Xuerou said with a smile on her face, in the face of Lin Muyang, she had to be careful, and she was afraid that she would end up like Yang Hao in a head-to-head confrontation, and the advantage of a small realm was like a void in front of Lin Muyang.

A few sword lights swept by, and the ice prison began to slowly shrink in scope, Sun Ce raised his gun "Fulong Piercing the Heart" spear and stabbed out, like a wild dragon roaring, the dragon shadow flickered, and the dragon bombarded the icicle, and after the shock, everyone saw that the ice prison was not shattered.

The wave of qi brought by the blast rebounded back, catching Sun Ce off guard and staggering back a few steps.

"Be careful!"

Lin Muyang reminded loudly, and Mu Xuerou's hand would draw a dazzling red light in mid-air, and the "Flame Streamer" cadre would burn out a flame, and the fire gushed out, and several fire streams surrounded Sun Ce and were firmly imprisoned inside.

The flames swirled around his body to form a huge circle of fire, making Sun Ce unable to let go of his hands and feet to fight

One person and one spirit were completely trapped by Mu Xuerou.

"Win!"

Someone screamed, Lin Muyang was trapped in the ice prison, Sun Ce was bound by the fire stream, and the martial spirit and the martial artist were imprisoned respectively, even if Lin Muyang had the ability to reach the sky, it would not help.

"Impossible, right?"

Some people still don't believe that Lin Muyang will be killed just yet, and there should be some Jedi counterattack.