The Assassin's attack is drastically reduced in effect on those who are quick to react.

Just like Xiao Wu's attacks are frequent, Yin Wushuang can rely on a red paper umbrella to block all her darts with his keen five senses.

In the dark, Xiao Wu became more and more impetuous.

She knew that her battle was about her dignity, and it was also about her prince's next treatment in the Immortal Realm Higher Education Academy.

She had to fight for her breath, she couldn't harm the prince's future, thinking like this, Xiao Wu began to release poisonous darts, once the poisonous darts touched Yin Wushuang's skin, Yin Wushuang would be paralyzed and fainted, not to death.

The most important thing is that this poison can also dissolve spiritual power, even if it touches the umbrella, it can also break the spiritual defense on Yin Wushuang's red paper umbrella, and this umbrella can be smashed.

Without the red paper umbrella, let's see what else Yin Wushuang can use to catch her dart!

Yin Wushuang has been in contact with medicinal materials all year round, and as soon as the poison dart comes out, he knows what toxins are stained on it.

There were also people in the audience who knew a little bit about it, and said loudly: "Yin Wushuang is finished, Xiao Wu's dart can break the defense on her umbrella!" ”

"I'll just say, ginger is still old and spicy!"

"Yin Wushuang, I advise you to surrender early, it's not good to be injured for a while."

Murong Nan said in a deep voice: "Xiao Wu, don't hurt anyone!" ”

Xiao Wu, who was hidden in the shadows, said crisply: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, rest assured, the slave and maid know!" ”

Rao is she spoke, and everyone can't determine her position based on her voice, because the voice is coming from all directions, and Xiao Wu deliberately hides her position.

In the crowd, someone walked up to Murong Nan and stabbed Murong Nan's arm: "I said Murong Nan, your talent is not low?" She is definitely qualified to come to the Immortal Realm Higher Education Academy! ”

Murong Nan just glanced at this person and didn't say much.

"The sword has no eyes, who can guarantee that it will not hurt anyone? Murong Nan, you also have too much heart. Feng Hanlian gloated.

If you can really borrow Xiao Wu's hand to hurt Yin Wushuang, it will be really effortless.

Feng Xiyao became nervous in her heart, and looked at Yin Wushuang on the stage worriedly, she thought that Yin Wushuang would retreat and dodge, but who knew that Yin Wushuang put away the umbrella and put it horizontally in front of her.

Yin Wu slapped his hands on the handle of the umbrella, and the structure of the red paper umbrella collapsed instantly, and the bamboo on the umbrella surface and the shrinking umbrella surface were shattered to the ground.

What is she going to do?

Feng Xiyao was puzzled.

On the stage, Yin Wushuang dismantled the red paper umbrella, holding the handle of the umbrella in his hand, his phoenix eyes were sharp, covered with spiritual power, and his voice was low with a hint of contempt:

"Use my spiritual power as a hammer, open this blunt weapon, and achieve the prestige of the eight directions, the spirit sword, out!"

Rub!

The round handle of the umbrella was reduced by Yin Wushuang's spiritual power into a thin spiritual sword.

With the weapon in hand, Yin Wushuang held the thin spirit sword, and his wrist flipped again and again, knocking the oncoming poison dart away.

"She also uses a sword?" Someone was shocked.

Li Lao smiled and secretly said that what this guy is best at is a sword.

"Great......" Feng Xiyao exhaled a turbid breath.

"Forge a sword with spiritual power in the fairy world...... Her spiritual powers...... Many! For the first time, Murong Nan's gaze officially fell on Yin Wushuang.

From Murong Nan's point of view, he could just see the other half of Yin Wushuang's side face without a birthmark.

Judging from this side face, Murong Nan would have the illusion that Yin Wushuang was a beauty who had captivated the country and the city, and he also knew that there was a black infiltrating birthmark on the side face of the other half that he didn't see.

Half beauty and half ugly, it's really rare.

Aside from his appearance, Murong Nan's gaze shifted to the thin spirit sword.

As a monk who also wielded swords, Murong Nan understood that Yin Wushuang must be a master of using swords, and the spirit sword had other functions, and it seemed that his maid was lost.

"Admit defeat, Xiao Wu." Murong Nan's voice was flat.