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A gray and faint shadow rushed from the opposite side of the clear mountain stream, ethereal and traceless, like a ghost. Stepping on the stream, I didn't even see a splash, just a flash. fell to the place where Lei Qing was lurking, only a dozen zhang away.

The corners of Lei Qing's mouth twitched, and he scolded in his heart, I said you idiot Situ Nan. Didn't you keep saying that you would fight? What are you doing in front of Lao Tzu? With a thousand crossbows in his hand, he had the urge to shoot him to death with a crossbow. Of course, this is also a little bit of money in my heart. A powerhouse of Situ Nan's level is very sensitive in perception. If you aim your crossbow at him, he'll definitely feel it. When the time comes, I can't say that I will come over first to settle myself.

Then, the shadow flickered slightly, and with the help of the shadow of the cliff, the figure merged into the shadow, and disappeared from Lei Qing's eyes so vividly, not even the slightest fluctuation was noticed.

Lei Qing's pupils shrank, this Situ Nan has been rampant for so long and is still at ease, and he is really capable. That move, which was similar to Zuo Qianqian's Shadow Step's Shadow Walk Stealth Body Method, had been practiced to the point of being superb. In broad daylight, just by the shadow of the cliff, you can escape without a trace.

I also understand why Situ Nan chose the battlefield here, it turned out that he wanted to use the shadow of the cliff here.

At the moment when he sneaked away, on the opposite mountain stream, another woman floated up. I saw that this woman's clothes were as white as snow, her long hair was coiled, although her face was covered with a white veil, and she couldn't see her true face clearly, but she could feel the thick cold and depressed breath on her body from a distance. Don't touch the ground with your feet and don't tread water. In this way, he crossed dozens of zhang and floated over, fluttering and curling, it was really like a fairy from the Moon Palace.

Her movements seemed to be slow and fast, and in a trance, she landed on tiptoe on a clean pebble beside the stream. Her figure is tall and slender, her temperament is dusty, and the hem of her white gauze skirt is blowing in the wind. The pair of eyes above the white veil are as deep as a cold pool for thousands of years, and vast as the starry sky.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as if he had discovered something. A translucent sword came out of nowhere, exuding an aura like ice. With a light step, the person had already swept out an extremely faint white shadow, and the ice long sword turned into a sword and stabbed away at a speed that was difficult for Lei Qing to perceive. The Cold Moon Dancer is known as the Ice Sword Saint, and his fighting spirit cultivation is of course the Ice Department. And the Cold Moon Divine Skill he cultivates is also the top on the continent, and it is also one of the most famous Dou Qi Gong methods.

The calm space stirred up an invisible fluctuation like a stone, and Situ Nan's obscene body appeared, looking panicked, wanting to flee from the wilderness.

"Situ Nan, if you do a lot of evil, this palace will do the right thing for heaven and send you into reincarnation. The cold voice of the cold moon dance, like a clear echo, drifted in the mountain stream. The momentum suddenly increased a few points, and a cold breath, followed by her sword, her people diffused.

Hiss~ The long sword full of cold and ice breath, under the blessing of the cold ice fighting qi, extended a three-foot cold sword light, and broke the air with a hiss, directly splitting Situ Nan's sword into two. The two bodies did not shed a single trace of blood, but dispersed and incorporated like particles.

Lei Qing, who was lurking more than a dozen feet away, chuckled in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good, Leng Yuewu had been deceived.

Sure enough, behind Leng Yue Wu, a spatial fluctuation suddenly rose, Situ Nan jumped up from it, and a pitch-black dagger burst out of a black streamer, silently stabbing at Leng Yue Wu's back, at the same time, Situ Nan laughed proudly: "Cold Ice Sword Saint, die." ”

Although Situ Nan's character is not good, he is one of the top assassins in the world. Maybe a head-on fight is not the opponent of Cold Moon Dance. However, when it comes to stealing and stabbing, Leng Yuewu can't catch up with the horse. The ghostly stab, the speed was fast and fast, and the cold moon dance was in a state of volley.

But Leng Yue Wu is also one of the few masters in the world, with very rich combat experience, and his cold ice fighting spirit is even more pure. In the volley, the fighting qi around his body turned, and his delicate body forcibly turned around in midair, and his indifferent eyes slashed away with a sword, and the cold and icy sword qi was blazing. There is a posture of dying with the enemy and never dying.

"Crazy woman. Situ Nan smiled proudly, and the two daggers turned attack into defense, dancing out of the black light, like a brilliant black lotus.

In the blink of an eye, it hit Leng Yuewu's killer sword more than a dozen times, unleashing all the attacks.

Unfortunately, if the sneak attack failed, he had already lost his greatest advantage as an assassin. Under the lock of the Cold Moon Dance Qi Machine, no matter how strong he was in sneaking and hiding, it was impossible for him to disappear alive in front of the Cold Moon Dance.

However, Situ Nan was also very good, and in such adversity, he did not lose his fighting spirit, restrained his various expressions, and danced the two daggers as brilliant as flowers, with changeable trajectories. Especially his body style, like illusion and reality, ethereal and uncertain.

In just a dozen breaths, the two have gone through dozens of moves. Although the Assassin is not good at attacking head-on, it does not mean that he will not be good. Situ Nan's pure and strong Netherworld Fighting Qi completely exploded, making his body hazy, as if covered with a layer of black mist. Under the stake of life and death, it also made him burst out with strength beyond the past. For a while, he fought with the Cold Ice Sword Saint Cold Moon Dance on a par with each other, regardless of the situation.

Lei Qing, who was hiding from a distance to watch the battle, was also fascinated by it, a saint-level master, worthy of being a saint-level master. Whether it is in terms of body skills, tricks, or fighting spirit, they have reached the point of being superb. Lei Qing replaced himself, feeling cold, and estimated that he would lose if he couldn't hold on to three or two moves.

Originally, Lei Qing was also afraid that their battle would affect him, such as accidentally cutting himself off with a sword qi or something. But now it seems that it was too much to worry about. Those who have cultivated to the level of the Cold Moon Dance have already reached the level of subtlety in their control of their own strength. There will definitely be no phenomenon of sword qi flying and fighting qi exploding. Although the fighting spirit of the Saint-rank powerhouses was pure and incomparably strong, their rich combat experience told them that casually squandering their fighting energy was a luxury and waste, and even an act of self-defeat.

Just after watching it for a while, Lei Qing felt that the strength of the Holy Rank powerhouse was terrifying, and at the same time, he also benefited a lot.

The battle between the two continues. Maybe it's because they can't attack for a long time, and some people lose their patience. Cold Moon Dance's eyes suddenly lit up, and the Cold Moon Divine Skill was used to the extreme, and the cold ice fighting qi in his body was like a snow-white mist, diffusing and covering a radius of several zhang in an instant.

Within a few zhang, the temperature that was not high in the first place dropped rapidly, and when it was extremely cold, the water vapor in the air condensed into snowflakes, and continued to rotate along the body of the cold moon dance.

Situ Nan's body technique, which was originally quite smooth, was slightly stiffened by the sudden extremely low temperature, and his speed slowed down a line in an instant. His face changed pale, and he screamed, "You actually cultivated to the Extremely Cold Realm?"

Masters compete, and the line is the world. In the extremely cold realm, Situ Nan's elusive body was forced to have a flaw. Leng Yuewu grasped this flaw, and a sword wrapped in a crystal snowflake, piercing Situ Nan's thigh like a match.

Situ Nan screamed miserably, not only was his thigh seriously injured, but also because of the cold fighting spirit, his entire thigh had frozen into ice, and he fell to the ground with a flutter. There was incomparable panic in his pupils: "Cold fairy, fairy spare life, spare life." I won't dare again. Please give me another chance. ”

Under the forced use of the extreme cold realm, Leng Yuewu's eyes were also a little weak and tired. But she still said coldly: "Situ Nan, if you repent, keep it in hell and tell those women who have been harmed by you." Damn it~"

When he stabbed a sword towards Situ Nan's heart. But he didn't notice that in Situ Nan's frightened eyes, there was a faint and invisible look of successful annihilation.

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