"Of course... It's possible. ”

Broken Frost turned around in Ning An's hand, and a cunning light flashed in the beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Of course it's possible.

The heroine was born with a sword bone, and she also has a systematic kendo talent.

The heroine learns the unique swordsmanship of Qingxu Immortal Venerable, and the wind and frost Qi secret she learns is still the mastery of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect.

As for the sword.....

Her shattered frost is a temple!

It is the Qinghe era, the divine sword contaminated with the breath of God!

Naturally, it is more powerful than the heroine's Biyue Sword.

No matter what point it is, she doesn't have any reason to lose to Yuan Le!

"It can't be!" Yuan Le's eyes were no longer clear and soft, and the innocent deer eyes were full of madness.

She won't lose!

She is God's chosen daughter!

All the best in the world should be hers!

Yuan Le Bei bit his lower lip tightly, and the aura on his body suddenly exploded, rushing towards Ning An as if he was dying.

Gloomy and treacherous.

Even the swordsmanship is already completely different from Fang Cai's righteousness!

It's like destroying all the swordsmanship at once, and there is a new system.

Ning An's eyes were slightly condensed, and he was not afraid of Yuan Le's sudden change of methods.

Not at all surprised.

In her heart, Yuanle should be such a person.

Kindness, gentleness, and closeness are all disguises that she wears around her.

Hide the deepest evil in the best goodness.

She....

You can't be the protagonist of a world at all!

Once you can't be the main character...

It's not invincible!

The frost in Ning An's hand was getting faster and faster, and the blue glow burst out with a little cold star, like the stars in the dark night, flickering like a dream.

The mirror is in general.

The ruthless swordsmanship is haunting, but it is lost in this virtual reality, and finally becomes an incompetent performance.

Ning An only felt that Broken Frost was becoming more and more handy in her hands, her swordsmanship, her tricks, it seemed that even her body had a memory, and she was reviving in her mind bit by bit.

Man and sword are one.

She loves swords.

It seems that he was born with a sword.

"Senior Sister Yuanle... You lose. ”

When the frost silently rested on Yuan Le's neck, Ning An's voice sounded;

Then there was a "bang", the sword qi rippled, and Yuan Le flew out.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Dust was everywhere.

There was no sound around.

Ning An inserted the broken frost into the scabbard and looked at Yuan Le who fell to the ground with an expressionless face.

This process to... It was much easier than she had imagined.

【it!】 】

[Are you hanging! ] 】

[Heroine! You're just hanging and beating! What the hell are you! 】

[This is also outrageous!] 】

The system was nervous just now, and it didn't catch the opportunity to output.

Now the dust has settled.

It really has a myriad of words to say to the host.

This wave of operations, there is no heavenly reason at all, right!

It suspects there's something wrong with the host!

Ning An smiled.

I just feel an inexplicable sense of fate.

[The sense of mission to ****] The system is crazy.

*

Lost!

Lost!

When Yuan Le got up from the ground with his body propped up, his unwillingness and resentment had already crawled all over his face!

Her life should be smooth sailing!

No... There will be no such setbacks!

*

"It's so strong!"

In the silent stands, I don't know who said this.

It's as if a nail in the wall was pulled out and caused the collapse of a building.

The crowd swelled to congratulate the victors on the glory.

*

The competition had just ended, and Nanling Mountain's Xiaoyaozi had already flown to the ring.

At the same time, there is also the Ming Yue real person of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect.

"How do you know how to slash the nine skies with a sword?!"

"Where did you learn the trick of the Wind and Frost?"

The two voices also sounded almost at the same time.

After that, Xiaoyaozi also glanced at Mingyue Zhenren.

"I'll ask first!"

"I'll ask first!"

The two said at the same time, and then looked at Ning An.

Ning'an: ......

Alexander!

So what to do!

In the end, Ning An coughed lightly, looked at Mingyue Zhenren, and bowed down in a proper manner: "I am fortunate to have the guidance of Venerable Yaoshu, I am grateful." ”

Every outstanding sword cultivator has his own set of swordsmanship, and he does not easily teach others.

Almost all of them are passed on to the inner disciples.

She... At first, it was a stealing school.

Fortunately, Venerable Yaoshu didn't mind, and even directed it herself.

can be regarded as her leader in swordsmanship.

【？？？ The system's eyes widened when it wasn't there in the first place.

Shouldn't it be the one who leads the way?

Mingyue Zhenren grabbed Ning An's hand with some excitement: "You... You've seen my sister! ”

Venerable Yaoshu had not heard from her in the first two years, and she ......

Ning An nodded solemnly.

Before he could make further additions, Xiaoyaozi had already squeezed over.

"What about the sword that slashes the nine skies!"

Xiaoyaozi was a little excited.

He never believed that his brother had fallen after the catastrophe.

The body has been preserved in Nanling Mountain so far, and it is intact as before.

He was always willing to believe that sooner or later, Venerable Ling Xiao would wake up again.

Now a disciple who has never been to Nanling Mountain... Why is this move possible?

Ning An raised his head, looked at Xiaoyaozi's somewhat expectant eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I... I don't know ......"

She couldn't even remember who she had learned it from.

But it seems that there is such a memory in my head.

It's just a matter of getting started for a while!

Xiaoyaozi still didn't give up, and was about to continue asking when the referee stood up.

It's not over yet.

*

Final four competition.

Ning An confronted Wen Luoyan.

Looking at Wen Luoyan on the stage, the corners of Ning An's mouth twitched.

Big brother.

There is a natural fear.

Bloodline suppression!

It's outrageous.

This is a man who even the male protagonist has defeated.

"Big brother... Concessions. The corners of Ning An's mouth twitched, and he endured it for a long time before swallowing that sentence, "Tap" back into his stomach.

It's a shame to say that.

The corners of Wen Luoyan's mouth are still the same curved smile, and his warm eyes are as warm as the autumn breeze.

Ning An, who watched it, shuddered.

What to do.

She has always felt that the senior brother is much more difficult than the male and female protagonists.

The referee exited, Ning An took a deep breath, and prepared for a good battle.

Hone your skills!

Ning An's frost shone with cold light, and the tip of Wen Luoyan's knife had already slid over, and Ning An instinctively blocked it.

Then, the blade and the tip collided, making a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, Ning An watched Wen Luoyan fly out upside down in an indescribable posture, and.... Fly farther and farther.

It wasn't until the bottom of the ring that it fell.

The sleeves flew, and even the arc of the demon knife revealed a warm atmosphere.

Ning'an: ???

Spectator:???

Elders: ???

This... What does this mean?

Everyone was puzzled, so they heard the young man in red clasping his hands into fists, his posture was straight, and his voice was faint and gentle.

"The little junior sister's swordsmanship is amazing, and the senior brother is ashamed of himself."

"I conceded."

After that, he looked at Ning An with a smile.

Ning An's face stiffened.

Very good, she was mentally prepared to be beaten, but the senior brother released water for her.