"You're already a sixth-rank Lingge, aren't you?" Looking at the ceiling, Nero asked in a light voice.

Xia Mingdao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the hand holding the spoon slowly exerted force.

"I was also rated as a sixth-rank spirit a few days ago, to be honest, the rating of improving spiritual power is really a bit troublesome." Lowering his head, Nero's gaze looked at Xia Mingdao, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"So what." Xia Mingdao said lightly.

The fingers of his left hand tapped on the table, and Nero smiled and was silent for a moment, his drooping right hand suddenly moving.

A silver cold light shot like thunder, shooting towards Xia Ming Dao!

"Ding!"

The spoon in Xia Mingdao's hand quickly raised, blocking a thin sword as sharp as a bee sting in front of him.

"You ......" Looking at Nero, Xia Mingdao hesitated for a moment and smiled indifferently, "Your spoon here is quite sturdy." ”

"Thanks for the compliment, this is a spoon made of alloy, and I don't know how much better than the aluminum cutlery that was once used to swear an oath and the silver cutlery that is used to pretend to be a ghost in the modern era."

With a grin, the thin sword in Nero's hand shook, pulling out a cold sword flower, and the sharp and slender sword body swept through the air, resounding with a piercing sound of breaking wind.

Leaning back, Xia Mingdao could dodge the thunderous horizontal split, and looked at the spoon in his hand, there was only one spoon handle left, and the section was as smooth as soap cut by a sharp blade.

Flying up from the chair, Xia Mingdao's body swept sideways at a distance of nearly ten meters, his hand touched into his arms, and he took out a three-edged pipe knife.

Nero's figure fell from mid-air, and the thin sword in his hand swung extremely fast, shining with dazzling light in the lights of the hall, and the sharp tip of the sword stabbed madly towards Xia Mingdao like a storm.

In the face of Nero's merciless attack, Xia Mingdao's face was still so calm, without the slightest panic, the triangular pipe knife in his hand spun around rapidly, and accurately received every stab from Nero, and even his body stood motionless, as if he had taken root on the ground.

"You guy, I invited you to dinner, you actually carried a knife, it really doesn't give face." A blazing flash of fire crossed his crimson eyes, and Nero said with a smile as he waved the thin sword in his hand.

"If you invite me, isn't it a Hongmen banquet?" Xia Mingdao smiled slightly, played with the three-edged pipe knife in his hand, and said flatly.

With an impatient look on his face, Nero waved his hand: "Don't talk to me about these terms, I'm not interested in your Chinese history, and I haven't finished reading Journey to the West." ”

"Journey to the West is a mythological novel, not history, you got it confused."

"Tsk, aren't you bothered?" Nero said impatiently, flicking the thin sword in his hand downward, "Don't talk about these things that you don't have?" Don't look at the occasion? ”

Xia Mingdao laughed, raised his left hand and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, do whatever you say." ”

The smile on his face had not yet dissipated, and Xia Mingdao's gaze suddenly sharpened, shooting straight at Nero.

And the thin sword in Nero's hand was still pointed at him.

Time froze at this moment, and the two of them were silent, as if a century had passed in a trance.

In an instant, where Nero was standing, a ball of red spiritual power appeared out of thin air and floated away, and Nero's figure had disappeared.

Xia Mingdao narrowed his eyes, the light blue spiritual power was full of his hand holding the pipe knife, he stood in place and was silent for a moment, his body suddenly turned 180 degrees, and the pipe knife in his hand was raised and slashed towards his back.

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and Nero's figure appeared on Xia Mingdao's back, looked at Xia Mingdao with a sneer and said, "Your reaction is quite fast. ”

Xia Mingdao's face was flat and he raised his left hand.

Nero's pupils contracted suddenly, as he saw that on the back of Xia Mingdao's left hand, the stigma of the Tiernano Division, whose reputation had shaken the Tiernano Division, was flickering.

"You're pretty fast, too."

Xia Mingdao smiled slightly, and his left hand suddenly waved towards Nero.

A-Rank Stigmata Glacier!

A cold aura permeated from Xia Mingdao's body, and almost at the same moment, several huge ice thorns like sharp blades appeared out of thin air from the ground, and struck Nero with a roaring sound.

At the same time, Xia Mingdao's spiritual power that permeated his body skyrocketed instantly, and he even had a tendency to get closer to the seventh-rank spiritual personality!

Nero's body retreated rapidly, red spiritual power surrounding the tip of the rapier, and he held the rapier wide open and closed, shattering the ice spikes that approached him.

However, even though he tried his best, those ice spikes were still surging up, and the jeans on his legs had been punctured with many cracks, and the faint blood stains remained on his legs, but the blood could not flow out because of the cold air.

With a leap of form, Nero jumped up the corridor on the second floor, leaning against the pillars and gasping for breath.

"You guy, you actually started using stigmata without saying a word, it's too much."

However, downstairs, there was no voice from Xia Mingdao.

Sticking his head out from behind the pillars, Nero's face was slightly ugly.

The whole hall should be frozen in ice at this moment, and the walls and floor were crisscrossed with ice spikes like canine teeth, making his lake glow like an ice cave.

Interestingly, however, there was a small clearing at the table, and the cold ice crystals did not envelop it.

However, Xia Mingdao's figure was completely unknown at this moment.

"Heh, you're a very kind guy, you know how to keep the table I'll need later." Nero said loudly, leaning against the pillars and slowly closing his eyes.

Xia Mingdao had already used the ice area created by his own stigma to completely cover his figure and spiritual power, and it was impossible to find him with just eyes and breath observation.

Case.

"Then it's my turn." With his eyes closed, Nero gritted his teeth and smiled fiercely.

field, expand!

A-rank stigmata, Eye of the Heart, activate!

Nero's stigmata can be said to be very fitting for its name, the Eye of the Heart, which was previously refuted by someone who wanted to name it the Eye of the Sky, and the camera was the same name.

However, the ability of this stigmata is indeed like a 360° three-dimensional camera with no blind spots, presenting everything in the entire hall in Nero's mind, as if sitting in front of a monitor and watching every corner of the hall.

At the same time, it also distinguishes any one and shows a strange aura.

In a moment, Nero suddenly opened his eyes, and a haughty smile appeared on his lips.

Standing up from behind the pillars, Nero had an extra handful of glo in his hand. The pistol, aimed at a certain location in the cold hall of the hall, pulled the trigger.

"Smack!"

The bullet swept through the air and hit a towering icicle, and the moment the icicle shattered, Xia Mingdao's figure flew out from behind it.

"Where are you going?"

Stepping on the fence on the second floor, Nero suddenly exerted his strength, and his body suddenly ejected like a bow and arrow, and rushed towards Xia Mingdao.

Xia Mingdao, who was seen through, was not so surprised, he still waved his left hand calmly, the light of the stigma on the back of his hand shone brightly, and the ice on the walls on all sides shattered, splitting into many ice spikes like feathered arrows, and swept down towards Nero.

However, Nero, who had opened the Eye of the Heart, didn't even need to turn his head at the moment to know how many ice spikes there were around him, where they were, and when they might even stab his body.

The left pistol, the right sword, the bullets and the blades danced wildly, and the ice spikes turned into debris and fell to the ground.

And Nero's body was already approaching in front of Xia Mingdao at this moment.

With the sound of Qingyue's gold and iron resonance, the two figures froze in the hall lined with icicles.

The pipe knife in his hand blocked the slashed sword, and Xia Mingdao's left hand was pressed against Nero's throat, and above his forehead was a cold, black muzzle.

Nero and Xia Mingdao looked at each other and were silent.

"Shhh...... What's going on? Is it so cold? ”

At this moment, a pleasant sound like a wind chime entered the hall, breaking the cold and solemn atmosphere.