Wei name Yuxin, 21 years old. Lives in the northern part of the Principality of Iris and is single. In an unknown village, he studied swordsmanship with his grandfather, practiced swordsmanship 10,000 times a day in the morning and evening, did not smoke but was addicted to alcohol, went to bed at 10 o'clock at night, and slept for nine hours a day. Before going to bed, you must drink a glass of warm milk, then meditate for twenty minutes, and then immediately fall asleep, sleep until seven o'clock, and never leave fatigue and stress until after getting up, doctors say...... Well, no doctor said anything.

This passage may seem like a joke, but it is a very serious account.

At least 10,000 times a day, morning and evening, yes.

It is said that after losing the person he was supposed to protect, the Reed Sword Saint stopped drawing his sword and lived in seclusion somewhere in the countryside in the northern part of the Principality of Iris, never asking about the world again.

Because of this, the Reed Sword Saint didn't want his only precious granddaughter to practice swordsmanship - the old man practiced swordsmanship all his life, but in the end he couldn't even protect the most cherished thing, so even if this swordsmanship was already transcendent, what was the point?

But when he saw the girl who was swinging her sword desperately by the river, swinging it all the time despite the lack of discipline, extremely tired and gritting her teeth, her sword skills gradually began to become interesting, the old sword master forgot what he was doing by the river, and was stunned.

He fell into a long period of stupor, and then let out an earth-shattering laugh, laughing and exclaiming:

"Worthy of my granddaughter!"

When the sword master began to teach sword skills, practicing swords, thinking, experimenting, and modifying, this constant repetition became the daily life of the girl.

Into the forest to cut leaves, into the mountains and rocks, into the sea to cut the waves.

Everyone says that a girl who has reached the realm of a quasi-sword saint at the age of twenty is a swordsmanship genius, but who knows how much she has silently paid behind the scenes?

At this moment, the girl's expression was indifferent, and she didn't have the usual grinning and happy appearance at all.

Zhao Qianyu looked at Wei Mingyuxin's eyes, and his body completely blocked the duck behind him.

He hadn't had heart palpitations in a long time.

Han Ling had said before that Freya might be able to stop her, but she couldn't.

Zhao Qianyu, who had great trust in Han Ling's strength, thought that Han Ling was humble at that time, but now it seems that it may not be.

Wang Tianyu was directly killed in seconds, which means that Cheng Ye and Tianxun are probably just a matter of a knife in front of her.

With only fifty percent of his remaining demon souls, what can he do?

Zhao Qianyu was thinking, he was frantically looking for a way to solve this woman, but Wei Mingyu didn't have a heart, and the simple long sword drove straight in, ready to help Zhao Qianyu give up thinking.

At this moment, the ghost scythe crossed the long dark red line and quickly slashed down from the front of the reed name jade heart.

Han Ling finally relieved the sword qi of the conflict in his body.

It's also fast, some people can shuttle through the shadows, some people can use the fog to instantly reconstruct their bodies, some people are like the wind transiting, some people are simply physical strength and explosions, but the reed name jade heart is slow and fast to break through the rules of space operation, according to the space system demon master, this should be regarded as a space jump.

This is the ultimate expression of comprehending the movement and stillness of all things in the universe.

The sword that came first separated the ghost sickle that shimmered with a bewitching red light, and Han Ling took half a step back, and looked at each other with Wei Ming Yuxin.

If you want to stop her, if you can't stop her, at least you have to lure her away, Han Ling gritted his teeth, the ghost sickle shot again, Wang Tianyu was killed in an instant, it was also beyond his expectations, he only thought now, he must not let her face anyone other than himself.

The moderator did not speak.

She hadn't spoken in a long time.

From the beginning of Wang Tianyu's desperate charge, the scene in front of her was no longer something she could explain.

And at this moment, she is not qualified to comment on another word.

The ultimate in martial arts can only be watched quietly.

But Zhao Qianyu didn't want to wait and see, he knew that Han Ling's enemy was no match for Wei Ming Yuxin, he wanted to wait for the opportunity, but if he waited any longer, he would really have no chance.

Thunder and lightning and flame can be regarded as the two most devastating demon souls in the elemental system, in some ways, the destructive power of thunder and lightning is more terrifying than that of flames, and the explosive power is even more powerful, and Zhao Qianyu, who has mastered the dual system of thunder and fire demon souls, should be the purest output-type intelligence system no matter how you look at it.

To put it more plainly, it is a terrifying battery that ignores the problem of defense and attrition from the root, throws skills brainlessly, and blows people up alive before others approach or their own demon souls are exhausted.

By the way, according to the incomplete statistics of a boring scholar in the mainland, the demon soul will affect the personality of the demon protector to a large extent, and the fire demon protector is often irritable and irritable, and the way of thinking is also simple and direct, so to a certain extent, Zhao Qianyu, a guy who likes to play tricks and tricks, is often incompatible with the fire intelligence department because his tactics are not direct enough.

"Isn't it okay to win? As long as you can survive, who cares how you kill your opponent?"

It's definitely not a straightforward idea, but in a sense, there's nothing wrong with it.

And almost unexpectedly, the plan formulated by Zhao Qianyu this time was also implemented quite successfully, the opponent's shadow assassin withdrew directly, the two power-based demon resisters were not lightly injured, and the earth-based defensive demon protector was already at the end of the crossbow, except for the unexpected sudden situation of Wang Tianyu, everything was going according to plan.

Then, the next thing to do is to eliminate the rest of the other party as much as possible while Han Ling dragged Wei Ming Yuxin.

Zhao Qianyu looked at Luo Li, and a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face.

This time, she won't give herself another chance.

Something fell on Zhao Qianyu's face, bringing bursts of fragrant fragrance.

He reached out and touched it gently, and it was not a crystal ice particle, but a soft petal.

In fact, it seems that everyone has forgotten that "Ice Dance" and Ye Lili exist, but it doesn't matter, the petals fluttering in the wind will make everyone no longer ignore her existence.

Winter cherry blossoms, bloom!

Angelica dahurica, Chuanxiong, bloom!

Yes, the only way for her to augment her teammates with flowers is to excite them with the scent of flowers, but that doesn't mean she's the weakest on the team, on the contrary, she's completely powerful.

For her true power is healing.

Winter cherry blossoms relieved nerve pain, and Angelica Chuanxiong gradually repaired burns.

Can't wait any longer, the little advantage that has been built up with great difficulty will be gone, Zhao Qianyu began to try]] chanting, he knew that Wei Ming Yuxin was a quasi-sword saint, and that earth-shattering sword was not something she could slash again in a short period of time, so the thunder weaved in his hand, the air crackled, and the target was Ye Lili, the last of the "Ice Dance" formation.

"La——————————————"

The crisp female voice is pleasant, but it is obviously angry, as if she wants to vent all her anger.

This high-speed chanting was completed by Luo Li.

She blames herself, she made a mistake that hurt her teammates, and even though it's not her, well, at least most of it's not, but she still blames herself.

Since it's your own fault, it's up to you to take responsibility.

And the way in which the intelligence is a demon protector takes responsibility couldn't be simpler.

The so-called "Ice Dance", if we say "dance", is the name of the Jade Heart, because her sword skills are as light and graceful as a dance, and her movements are as elegant and calm as poetry, and her enemies will be wiped out under the almost elegant sword dance.

Then the "ice" is Luo Li.

If the duck standing next to Zhao Qianyu, who was in flames, could be better, then Cheng Ye and Tianxun felt the sudden drop in air temperature completely and clearly, and even couldn't help but shiver.

The temperature is still dropping, and even snow has begun to fall out of thin air.

The most terrifying thing about ice skills is never just freezing or ice spikes, but unwittingly taking people's body temperature and slowing down the enemy's movements, causing them to gradually turn into pathetic ice sculptures and die in the cold.

The extremely cold and cruel ice and snow have always treated everything in the world equally.

And now, in just a few seconds, the arena has even been completely covered in a layer of ice.

Cheng Ye launched arrogantly, weakening his feeling of coldness, and without hesitation, he launched the Furious Sky Splitting Cannon, targeting the girl who was singing with her hands outstretched.

Lorri didn't dodge or defend, but she didn't suffer any damage from the instantaneous bombardment - the massive khaki shield in front of her blocked the blow for her, though it was the last thing Timol could do.

With Timol's exit as a backdrop, Lorri's hands folded in front of his chest.

It was a crisp sound like glass breaking.

Countless ice crystals flew in the sky like broken diamonds, and for a moment the entire arena seemed to turn blue because of this, and the ice crystals reflected everything around them, like a brilliant dream.

It was an icy spell, a cold storm, a blizzard fluttering on a cold glacier.

It's the embrace of death.

Bing Ling, Ice Blossom Dream.