And Qianqiao's side is not much better at this time, although a large number of Jin Lingsi were arranged in the ring at the beginning, so that the opponent's body method is limited, but the consumption of spiritual power is also huge, and if it continues like this, sooner or later he will be defeated due to lack of spiritual power.

Qianqiao's right fingertips moved slightly, and dozens of golden silk struck Nangong Rufeng from all directions, taking advantage of its dodge, he used spiritual power to infuse his legs and rushed towards the other party, and his left hand was clawed to release ethereal magic.

Nangong Rufeng was keenly aware of the girl's approach, and decisively gave up the fight with Jin Lingsi, jumped back, and pulled out the soft sword at his waist and swung it vigorously at the oncoming Qianqiao.

"Tornado!"

The sword qi from the soft sword formed a huge cyclone, and the fierce wind blew the clothes of the two people on the field flying, hunting sounded, and the whirlwind mixed with the sword qi quickly approached Qianqiao.

Although it has long been speculated that the possibility of this person and his sister being the same sword cultivator is extremely high, but after fighting for so long before pulling out the soft sword, Qian Qian couldn't help but sneer, the other party didn't take himself in his eyes at all~

In the face of the rapidly approaching cyclone, it was too late to condense the Golden Ling Shield, and it was not clear under what conditions the white hosta would launch the defensive cover Qianqiao, after all, the third uncle was busy with retreat and didn't say much, and he didn't really want to rely on foreign objects in case of trouble.

Seeing the sword qi rushing towards him, Qian Qian suddenly raised his head and jumped in Nangong Rufeng's slightly surprised gaze, and actually rushed directly towards the oncoming sword qi.

Although she has a high-grade magic robe for defense, for the convenience of her movement, the magic robe has long been transformed into a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, so the arms and legs that are not covered by the magic robe are still scratched with large and small blood marks.

Qian Qian ignored the stinging pain caused by the sword qi, and took the opportunity to meet the sword qi cyclone to shorten the distance between him and his opponent, and hit the ethereal technique that had already condensed in his hand according to his dantian.

Although Nangong Rufeng was surprised, he was also on guard, and grabbed the girl's wrist very accurately, and attached spiritual power to his hand to throw it out of the field.

Qian Qiao saw that her left wrist was grabbed, her right hand pinched, and she used Jin Lingsi to wrap around the opponent's waist, leaning forward with the help of Nangong Rufeng's strength, and using her strength to fight a whirl, the positions of the two were instantly swapped.

"Jin Ling Huaguang!"

With the girl's coquettishness, the sky full of golden butterflies quickly appeared around her body, Nangong Rufeng got up and stabbed the soft sword first to the person in front of her before the golden butterfly condensed, although Qian Qiao had seen through it, but did not dodge, but only slightly adjusted the angle and deliberately took the sword with his shoulder.

The sound of the sword entering the flesh made Nangong Rufeng's eyes widen in shock, he didn't expect that the squeamish-looking girl in front of him not only did not hide, but also ate his sword head-on.

And here, Qian Qian saw that his golden butterfly had been completed, took a deep breath, and condensed spiritual power with one hand to hit Nangong Rufeng's wrist holding the sword, and quickly grasped the soft sword blade inserted into his shoulder and jumped back several meters before he let go.

Nangong Rufeng, who had lost his soft sword, was not in a hurry, and he quickly dodged the dozens of golden butterflies that came in front of him, although there was more or less damage on his body, it was not a big deal.

"Heh, do you think you can sit back and relax by taking my Dragon Yin Sword?"

Nangong Rufeng said the first sentence since the game.

"Dragon Yin Sword, return!"

As the words fell from the young man's mouth, the soft sword inserted into Qianqiao's shoulder suddenly trembled, and it was suddenly pulled out of the girl's shoulder blade.

"Hmm!"

"Thousand buckwheat!" "Buckwheat!"

As the sword flew out, the dazzling color sprayed out, staining everyone's sight red, and several voices sounded almost simultaneously on the side of the viewing platform...