Feng Ru, a woman who rarely speaks on the ice surface, reads the campus all-round master. She was wearing a white dress with a melancholy expression on her face, giving people a very cold feeling.

Xiao Ling looked at Feng Ru, and a lot of sadness poured out inexplicably in his heart. The whiteness, the coldness, hides perseverance, and also hides the pain that people can't touch.

Xiao Ling took out the Seven Emotions and expanded them to use them as a shield. Then Xiang Fengru made a gesture of invitation and said, "Fengru Daoyou, make a move!"

Feng Ru frowned, stared at Xiao Ling's shield, and offered a long sword in his hand, and then the whole person rushed towards Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling saw this Feng Ru rushing towards him with a sword, the light on the sword body flashed, and all the true elements were concentrated at the tip of the sword. The deterrent power coming from the tip of the sword is very strong.

Xiao Ling held the shield in front of him, and with a decisive shot in his hand, two pillars of fire were generated in the air out of thin air, rushing towards Fengru.

Feng Ru didn't pay any attention to the onrushing pillar of fire, and only controlled the long sword to stab towards the shield.

Xiao Ling saw two pillars of fire rushing towards Feng Ru's body, and instantly penetrated into his body. After a few hoops, the pillar of fire disappeared from Fengru's body. A burst of white light flashed from within Fengru's body. Fengru, who was dressed in white, was unharmed, and kept the posture of starting to attack and hurried forward.

The tip of the long sword stabbed on the shield, and the huge force came, Xiao Ling retreated again and again, and his body moved in the air several times before he got rid of the attack of the long sword and flew away.

Feng Ru settled down, and saw that the gray-black shield in Xiao Ling's hand was not damaged at all, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Feng Ru's natal spirit weapon is a high-quality high-grade spirit weapon, and under the full attack of this spirit weapon, many talisman spirit weapons and magic weapons have been destroyed. There are very few talisman artifacts that are intact under the full force of this long sword's attack. But the shield in Xiao Ling's hand did not change in any way under the full force of the long sword.

Fengru's competition has always been an all-out and desperate style of play. After a little hesitation, Feng Ru held the long sword and rushed desperately.

Several swords slashed violently, and Xiao Ling's hand holding the shield was numb. This Fengru's crazy attack made Xiao Ling smack. Really completely disregard for their own safety, an all-out attack. When Xiao Ling resisted, he used attack spells of various attributes in turn, and each spell acted on Feng Ru's body. However, after the white light flashed on his body, all the spell attacks did not work at all.

After dodging Feng Ru's fierce attack again, the spell in Xiao Ling's hand changed, and he no longer used attack spells. Instead, he picked out the dust and hit it quickly.

Suddenly, dust was generated in the air, and the earth attribute realm was quickly formed. Xiao Ling was in the dust, constantly avoiding Feng Ru's pursuit.

After Feng Ru broke out of the earth attribute realm in Xiao Ling, Zhenyuan revealed through his body, forming a blue shield, covering his white clothes inside the shield.

After Xiao Ling hit the earth attribute realm, the magic in his hand changed, and the water mist technique was used, and a large amount of water mist was suddenly mixed in the dust. When the dust gets wet, it turns into a muddy paste.

After the water mist spell was cast, the spell in Xiao Ling's hand changed again and again.

Plants and trees grow in muddy water, wither, and decay and seep into the mist. The mud turned into silt, and the yellow mud turned black.

Then there are black water rotten grass entering the silt, making the silt thick.

With the continuous change of the law in Xiao Ling's hands, this black viscous silt became more and more, Xiao Ling shuttled through these silt, adhered to his body by the silt, and suddenly the whole person turned into a black mud man.

Xiao Ling's hand was resolute, and his body moved to dodge Feng Ru's sword attack.

Feng Ru's brows furrowed more and more after Xiao Ling had unearthed so much silt. Even though she knew that the sludge was just an illusion made by magic, not a physical object at all. But between the walks, he still didn't allow the mud to stick to the white dress on his body.

With each impact, Feng Ru had to use his true yuan to break up the mud around him, and then raise his sword to move forward, so that his speed was greatly reduced.

Xiao Ling saw that this Feng Ru had repeatedly broken up the silt, and when the spell in his hand was cast, he deliberately pushed a lot of silt towards Feng Ru.

Xiao Ling's spells continued, and the range of the mud he brewed became larger and larger, slowly covering the entire war zone.

Later, this Feng Ru could no longer care about attacking Xiao Ling, and his true yuan continued to shoot out from his palm, striking out the violent wind, blowing away the sticky mud that was constantly drifting towards him.

Xiao Ling, who was covered in black mud, was mixed in the mud, and it was difficult to distinguish his body as he swam. After a night of spell research, the sticky mud that came out of it really had a special effect.

This Fengru has a habit of cleanliness, and her white clothes are always spotless, even if the viscous mud that comes out of this illusion does not allow it to adhere to it.

Xiao Ling's body swam in the mud, quickly approaching Fengru, who had retreated to the edge of the war zone. Xiao Ling's hands were full of true yuan, pushing a large piece of silt towards Fengru quickly.

Feng Ru slammed forward with both palms, scattering the mud and leaving only two black hands to meet him.

The black hands were gray, and there was still a lot of sticky mud hanging from them.

Feng Ru saw the pair of black hands rushing towards him, and saw the sticky mud, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying object, the whole person turned around instantly, and his hands struck through the prohibition on the edge of the war zone, and he dodged out.

Feng Ru's speed was very fast, Xiao Ling's speed was not satisfied, and his hands rushed into Feng Ru's True Yuan Cover, and the viscous mud was thrown out quickly, landing on Feng Ru's white skirt.

When Feng Ru dodged away, she saw the sticky mud that was gradually on her skirt out of the corner of her eye, and her face suddenly changed greatly, and the whole person was committed to the air. Feng Ru quickly wiped the mud off the white dress with both hands. It's just that the sticky silt is very sticky, and under the careful wiping of Fengru's hands, the remnants of the silt are still there, and the black marks are extremely obvious.

Feng Ru's hands caressed the black marks quickly and gently, her face showed an anxious look, tears welled up in her eyes, and her mouth sneered: "What to do, what to do?"

Feng Ru's anxious move fell in Xiao Ling's eyes, and Xiao Ling felt a sense of guilt in his heart for no reason. Immediately, he pinched the magic in his hand again, and said loudly to Feng Ru: "Fellow Daoist Feng Ru, your clothes are not dirty, they are just spell illusions, not real dirt. ”

Under Xiao Ling's decision, the surrounding black silt disappeared, and the war zone returned to a transparent space. The black marks on Fengru's clothes also disappeared, and they returned to their spotless state.

Feng Ru saw that the marks had faded, and the anxious expression on her face faded, revealing a rare smile: "Fortunately, it's not dirty, and when Chenxuan sees me, it will still be the same as I used to be." He said he would always love the way I looked in this dress. When I see him again, he'll be sure to like me as much as he used to. ”

Feng Ru stood up, and when he raised his eyes to look at Xiao Ling again, his expression returned to a cold color.

Xiao Ling bowed to Feng Ru and said, "Daoist friend Feng Ru, let's rematch this one!"

Feng Ru shook his head, a trace of fear flashed on his face and said, "Since I went out of the war zone first, I will naturally lose." As long as I can get into the top seven, I can go to the Mu Shengxing, and losing one game will not affect me. ”

After Feng Ru finished speaking, she turned around and stepped on the spirit sword and flew away.

Xiao Ling looked at Feng Ru's back, and his heart kept conjecturing. Jupiter, first seven. This Fengru, like herself, also wants to go to the Wood Saint Star. Could it be that the person called Chenxuan in her mouth is also in the Mu Shengxing like Yisu?

When Xiao Ling saw this Fengru leaving, he felt uncomfortable in his heart about winning by this means.