The momentum on Mu Xueyan's body immediately changed: "I originally wanted to give you a way to live, but if you have to go to the road of death, then no one is to blame!" ”

With a flick of her wrist, the sharp sword slashed towards her chest.

Jun Qianxi's eyes were half-narrowed, and the spiritual pressure on her body was instantly released, and she was quickly retreating on tiptoe, while she held the sword in her right hand to block her chest.

When the tip of the opponent's sword landed on her sword, her arm hurt, and the sword, which was three inches away from her chest, was slammed into her.

She couldn't help but take a few steps back, and a powerful force slammed into her chest through the blade of the sword.

She felt a pain in her chest, a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood spurting out of her mouth.

Mu Xueyan stopped the offensive, and she smiled at the person in front of her: "Give you another chance to choose, Duanmu Ming, will you kill or not?" ”

Jun Qianxi stopped with difficulty, she hadn't been injured for a long time, and the taste of blood in her mouth aroused the wildness that had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

Her eyes slowly narrowed, and the corners of her mouth curved into an evil arc: "Mu Xueyan, it is said that tigers are poisonous and do not eat children, you are not even as good as animals!" ”

Her fingers hidden under her sleeves curled, and a cold air current lifted her sleeves and landed on Mu Xueyan's body.

Jun Qianxi felt the pressure on her chest lighten, and she immediately leaned back and kicked the opponent's wrist with her right foot.

At the moment when the other party was in pain, her body bent under her, and her right hand clenched her fist and hammered many punches to the flat lower abdomen one after another.

In this short time, Mu Xueyan's spiritual power had returned to normal, and the sword in Jun Qianxi's hand made a bloody cut in her abdomen with a turn, and then quickly withdrew.

"What did you plot against me?"

After Mu Xueyan's internal muscles and veins were functioning normally, she wrapped her abdomen with spiritual power, and the wounds on it healed in an instant.

"Isn't it the cold breath you dreamed of!"

A gray cloud of cold gas appeared in Jun Qianxi's right hand, jumping in the palm of her hand with the rotation of her wrist.

Mu Xueyan's eyes were horrified, she didn't expect that this cold qi would have such a big impact on her after entering her body, making her muscles and veins stop functioning for a moment.

The cold qi she has cultivated since she was a child is not at the same level at all compared to this cold qi.

"Mu Xueyan, it's my turn to attack!"

Jun Qianxi dragged his hand, and the cold qi was suspended in midair.

She slid forward on tiptoe, her body nimbling forward, the sword in her hand aimed at her throat mercilessly.

Mu Xueyan's face turned cold, she condensed a thin layer of spiritual power around her body for protection, and at the same time, she also held a sword to meet her.

Just when the tips of the two swords collided, Jun Qianxi's divine consciousness enveloped the cloud of cold qi, and the two beams of cold qi were pulled by her divine sense and shot towards Mu Xueyan.

The spiritual power she used for protection instantly froze, and the spiritual power she attached to the tip of the sword was also frozen at the same time.

The corners of Jun Qianxi's mouth curved into a shallow smile, her wrist flipped dexterously, and the sword in her hand changed to a stab.

The two swords collided, and the sword in Mu Xueyan's hand was slapped down by her.

This is not over yet, in the blink of an eye, she was in front of the other party, and the spiritual power condensed on her fingers against the opponent's spiritual power shield.

If it was changed to before, the ninth-order spiritual power shield was simply an existence that she could only look up to for the seventh order, and now that the spiritual power shield was solidified, she easily attacked and smashed the spiritual power shield with her fingertips.