At this time, several more beams of cold air fell.

Seeing this, Mu Xueyan didn't dare to stay in place, and retreated.

But Jun Qianxi seemed to have predicted in advance which direction she would retreat, and the cold qi was the first to fall and block her way.

A nameless fire broke out in Mu Xueyan's heart, she was actually forced by a ninth-order to be so embarrassed by a seventh-order person.

That cold aura can condense her spiritual power, that is because of the stalemate between each other, so what if her spiritual power is more than the cold qi?

The spiritual pressure on her body surged out wildly, and the surrounding sand and stones were once again swept into the air by this spiritual pressure.

The sword in her hand was raised high, and she slashed down hard, and a powerful spiritual power flew towards the cold qi.

The gloomy and cold aura was instantly shattered by the sword.

At the same time, her divine sense locked on Jun Qianxi and waved her arm.

Jun Qianxi kept dancing the sword in front of him while retreating, wanting to consume the opponent's liliang in this way.

She was shocked by the sword and kept retreating, and suddenly she felt a chill in her back, and by the time she noticed something strange and wanted to dodge, it was too late.

There was a deep blood mark on her back, and she staggered a few times, and the energy that had not yet dissipated in front of her crashed into her body.

The front and back strikes sent severe pain to her body.

Just before she could stand on her feet, a powerful force fell on her shoulder.

She spat out blood again, and the whole person was kicked into the air.

At this time, her friends were already making a fuss there.

"Master, the ball can resist an attack, let the ball out!"

"Master, Yan can also do it!"

"Big sister, the little beast will help a little bit, let the little beast out!"

"Lovely Xi'er, how can you do without the bones of the little soldier in your hands if you want to work hard?"

……

Jun Qianxi stopped after flipping a few heels in the air.

She straightened up, raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her face was pale, it was not yet time for them to come out.

Let them out, you have to be sure that you will kill the opponent.

She took a few deep breaths, trying her best to stabilize her messy breath, and she clenched the sword in her hand and attacked first.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Mu Xueyan chuckled a few times, without the interference of the cold aura, the person in front of her was not her opponent at all.

Jun Qianxi's attack speed has been exerted to the extreme, but in her eyes it is an ordinary speed, she has one hand behind her back, her feet haven't even moved, and she moves the sword with great ease.

Jun Qianxi pursed her lips, this situation is strong and weak, others can see at a glance, but she did not relax in the slightest, and still kept attacking, so it was really a bit of a taste of not knowing life and death.

Mu Xueyan seemed to be annoyed by her non-stop sword, and after blocking her attack, her body suddenly moved forward.

Her sword clinged to Jun Qianxi's sword and slipped all the way down in front of her before stopping.

"Die!"

Her thin lips opened slightly, the sword in her hand moved lightly a few times, and the sword in Jun Qianxi's hand broke inch by inch.

Her right arm stretched out to the side, and the blade of the sword turned to Jun Qianxi's slender neck.

"Ball Ball!"

Jun Qianxi snorted softly, and a wave of water appeared from her body, wrapping around Mu Xueyan's wrist.

"Creeps!"

A row of bones forged a shield in front of her, blocking the opponent's sword.