Ling Ye knew that there would be no result if he continued to talk like this, so he stopped entanglement, said goodbye to Leng Rushuang, turned around and left.

Leng Rushuang looked at his back, and suddenly said, "Hey! Wait!"

Ling Ye stopped, but didn't look back: "I don't call for feeding." ”

Leng Rushuang said: "Ha! Midnight, I have fought with you several times, but I have not been able to tell the winner. Now it seems that you are fine, and it is impossible for you to go to the girl of the Que family in broad daylight. Why don't we have a game?"

Ling Ye still didn't look back, only said lightly: "The reason why the Sword Saint was able to become a Sword Saint was that in addition to his own hard work, the world-famous Ice River Divine Skill and the Heavenly Nine Swords were also the key to success. You are his personal disciple, you have naturally learned both of these kung fu, and you also hold the world's first sword, the Heavenly Death Sword, I definitely can't be your opponent, no need to compare. ”

Leng Rushuang glanced at his back fiercely: "How can I hear you say that you are sarcastic about me? No, no, no, you must compare!"

Ling Ye slowly turned around, looked at her and said, "I didn't mock you, I didn't want to ask for it." Miss Leng, you better let me go!"

Leng Rushuang snorted, casually folded two branches in his hand, threw one to Ling Ye, and raised the other one to Ling Ye: "The more you are like this, the more I have to compare with you." I don't take the Heavenly Death Sword, I just use this branch as a sword to fight, so that I won't hurt anyone! Okay, don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!"

She is really fast, as soon as the words fell, the branch in her hand shook, and the small green branch immediately conjured up countless phantoms, and lightning quickly attacked Ling Ye, instantly enveloping Ling Ye's upper body.

Looking at this posture, it is not possible to compare. Ling Ye took two steps back, staring intently at the frost-cold sword moves. Although I don't know what the name of this move is, looking at this thunderous momentum, I don't need to think about it to know that this is the trick in the Nine Swords of Heavenly Death.

This girl has taken out her life's best learning!

Although she practiced the Divine Shadow Technique, Ling Ye couldn't find her flaws for a while, so she had to retreat again.

Can the famous stunt of the Sword Master be comparable to leisure?

Leng Rushuang grabbed the first move, so he followed another move, and a large green shadow appeared on the branches, overwhelmingly pointing at Ling Ye's chest. Although it is just a branch, it is also powerful, if it is the Heavenly Death Sword, it is estimated that it is like a glacier rolling upside down, unstoppable.

Ling Ye knew it. Of course, if you get swept by a branch, you won't hurt much, but in terms of tricks, you lose.

He was not sure that he would be able to seize the opponent's branch under such a fierce attack, nor was he sure that he could completely parry, so he could only retreat again.

Leng Rushuang was so unforgiving, he recruited and forced, forcing Ling Ye to retreat, and shouted in his mouth: "Ling Ye! Take out your real talent and learning, don't know how to retreat! In this way, even if I win, I will still have to compare with you next time!"

Midnight: "......"

Leng Rushuang said: "If I think it's too annoying for me to compete with you, then defeat me in one go, and beat me until I don't dare to compete with you again!"

As she spoke, the branches in her hands kept slowing down, forcing Ling Ye to the wall behind her. Ling Ye took a step back, his back already against the wall.

I don't have to go back!

Cold as frost, the branches in his hands shook, and the whole person seemed to suddenly conjure up more than a dozen doppelgangers, blocking every direction in front of Ling Ye, each clone held a branch in his hand, and at the same time struggled to stab Ling Yeqian's heart.

The ninth sword of the Nine Swords of Heavenly Death, the nine swords are one!

To be able to conjure so many phantoms at the same time, the skill is naturally incredibly fast, otherwise it will not be possible at all. This girl is indeed a real talent!

Of course, it is impossible for people to really have so many doppelgangers at the same time, and among so many doppelgangers, only one is a real body, and the others are just phantoms. Although Ling Ye knew this truth, it was too difficult to distinguish which one was the real body from so many phantoms, and to block the branch in her hand in time.

There is no way back, you can only gamble!

Ling Ye looked at the phantoms who were holding the branches and stabbing them like lightning, gritted his teeth, raised the branch in his hand and slapped it at the arm of the phantom directly opposite.

His movements were also extremely fast, only to see the branches of the tree shake, turning into a green shadow, which passed through the countless green shadows quickly, and with a snap, hit the cold hand like frost.

In an instant, all the phantoms dispersed, and there was only one left in front of Ling Ye's eyes, still holding a branch in his hand, and his ice blue eyes stared at Ling Ye, with a strange look on his face.

With a click, something fell to the ground. Ling Ye looked at the sound and couldn't help but be full of apologies: "I'm sorry for hurting your hand......"

He had just slapped a branch on his frosty right forearm. Due to the extremely fast shot, the branches of the tree were naturally attached to the spiritual power. Leng Rushuang is a girl after all, the skin and flesh on her hands are very weak, and she was slapped by this rough branch, her skin was scratched, and blood flowed.

Leng Rushuang threw away the branch in his hand, rubbed his injured and bleeding forearm with his left hand, and shook his head: "Don't care." It doesn't matter if it's a small injury. ”

Ling Ye also lost the branch in his hand, and looked left and right in a little panic: "Your father-in-law will probably ...... when he sees it."

Leng Rushuang shook his head again, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his right hand in front of Ling Ye: "Look at it." ”

Ling Ye was surprised to see that the wound on her forearm, which was already small, was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, healing rapidly, and scarring...... In just a short moment, the small wound on her right forearm had disappeared, and the white arm was white and flawless, as if the injury she had just received was just a phantom.

Ling Ye was taken aback: "It's so amazing...... Is this the mastery of your Sword Saint Sect?"

Leng Rushuang lowered his sleeves and gave him a blank look: "What is the matter! This is something I was born with, and I don't know why, anyway, since I can remember, if I accidentally cut my hand or something, the wound will heal quickly on its own, and nothing will happen." ”

Midnight: "...... Born to be magical. ”

A hint of smugness appeared on Leng Rushuang's face: "Isn't it? Master said that I am a miracle that may not be possessed by one of thousands of people, so I should not show it in front of outsiders, saying that this is easy to arouse the covetousness of others, and maybe they will arrest me and drink my blood...... Tsk, it's disgusting to think about!"

Ling Ye nodded in agreement.

Leng Rushuang said again: "Ling Ye, I lost the competition just now." I'm not someone who can't afford to lose, and if you lose, you lose. I tried my best, but I couldn't hit you, and I was hurt by you. If all we had in our hands were real weapons, I might have broken an arm at this point. ”