It doesn't make sense to talk harshly to each other before the battle, and the final victory is real, which is clear to both of them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Han Yuan didn't say much to Han Ying, and the sword light had already bitten Han Ying like a spirit snake coming out of a hole. This time, Han Ying didn't use the previous Peacock Feather Treasure Fan, but instead changed to an azure blue low-grade spirit sword, which slammed into the frost sacrifice sword of the cold abyss.

Han Yingxiu's swordsmanship is called "Tidal Swordsmanship", and the azure blue aura seems to be soft and rippling like water, but in fact, it is as turbulent as a wave shooting, hiding needles in the cotton, endlessly. The power of the foundation building period came towards the cold abyss in an endless stream, and the waves rose again and again, not giving the cold abyss the slightest respite. Her spiritual power is not only a pure water attribute, but also has the unique power of demon cultivation, and there is a faint sharp aura in the coldness, hidden in the sword like a poisonous needle. Just like Han Ying herself, her beautiful face has a bewitching smile, but her eyes are more vicious than the serpent's letter.

Boom!

The sound of the two swords resonating was endless, and the blue light of the blue light flickered and flickered. Han Yuan's swordsmanship is fast and sharp, and it is also strange and tricky, and the sword is pointed directly at the point, while Han Ying's swordsmanship is a needle hidden in the cotton, flexible and vicious, like a fine net that locks the Frost Sacrifice Sword firmly in it.

Time passed minute by minute, and the pale cyan spiritual power was almost completely suppressed by blue, and Han Yuan's mood became agitated. If his Spirit Snake Sword Technique is a sensitive snake waiting for an opportunity to move, then Han Ying is a side of the Azure Coast that sets off waves, no matter how tricky his angle is, he can always be suppressed by Han Ying. This is not to say that Han Yuan's strength is insufficient, but Han Ying's tidal sword technique happens to restrain Han Yuan's spirit snake sword technique, and he is naturally at a disadvantage in battle. Han Yuan's body was still injured, and every time he swung his sword, he felt a dull pain in his chest, although it was not serious, but in such a battle of life and death, any point of poor state was enough to determine the outcome of the battle.

If you go on like this, I'm afraid that you will lose!

Han Yuan already had a prediction in his heart, and his face was a little difficult to look at. After all, his cultivation is two small realms lower than Han Ying, his spiritual power and heritage are at a disadvantage, plus he has injuries on his body, and he has just fought a battle with the gluttonous blood vine, no matter how you think about it, it is not a good time to fight for endurance. However, the Frost Sacrifice Sword really surprised Han Yuan, and he didn't know what grade this sword was, but it was able to fight with Han Ying's lower-grade spirit sword without falling behind at all. It's just that he is being suppressed by Han Ying right now, and a single Frost Sacrifice Sword can't save the entire situation. The most terrible thing is that his gray feather corpse eagle has turned into a corpse, even if he escapes, he can't escape Han Ying, who has a flying magic weapon in his hand, if he can't win this battle, only death awaits him.

Han Ying is not in a hurry, what she is playing is the idea of slowly grinding Han Yuan to death, but how can Han Yuan let her be wishful? At present, there is only a quick battle, take out the hole cards to fight a game, maybe there is still a glimmer of life!

Thinking about this, Han Yuan no longer left his hand, and with a finger of the Frost Sacrifice Sword, the Ice Blade Thousand Flashes immediately turned into an ice blade storm in the air. The sword glowed with frost, and the killing intent it emitted was enough to reduce the temperature within a hundred meters of the surrounding area, like a cold wind, which made people feel cold. Countless water droplets condensed into countless ice swords, and the sunlight provoked the ice sword storm, bursting/shooting/sending out wisps of sword light, stinging Han Ying's eyes. In the blink of an eye, countless fierce ice swords mixed with the cold wind whistled in, wanting to turn Han Yingling into slices of meat!

At the same time, the cold glass had turned into more than a meter long at some point, and he probed the snake's head in front of Han Ying, and a mouthful of miserable blue light sprayed directly into Han Ying's eyes! Han Ying's colorful Xia clothes moved with the wind, and a layer of rainbow-like brilliant spiritual light immediately appeared, but it was contaminated by this miserable blue light, and instantly melted down like spring snow meeting sunshine, and the colorful Xia clothes were also corroded to a dull appearance.

"Little magic spell! You really have your own fate, but it's a pity that after this battle, your fate will make a wedding dress for me!" Han Ying was beautiful, not surprised, and smiled more and more brightly: "Since I knew the methods of your little snake before, how could I be defenseless?" Now, you can also take a look at my little magic spell - Begonia Drunken Soul!"

Before Han Ying's words fell, she raised her hand, and huge begonia flowers bloomed around her, and a faint but magnificent flame of light radiated from the stamens, setting off her figure more and more delicately.

The pink begonia petals are delicate and delicate, scattered in the wind, and they are just right to paste the ice sword full of murderous power. The petals were so delicate that they seemed too weak to withstand the torment of a finger, and the moment they were swept into the storm of ice blades, they were as heavy as a thousand pounds! The ice sword stained with the petals swayed in the air as if drunk, and then fell to the ground with a clang and turned into ice water. The petals of the flower turned into a pink cloud with the wind, enveloping the dead wood of the cold glass, and finally the fog dispersed and disappeared.

The delicate begonias are still in full bloom, and as the colorful graceful brilliance is scattered with the charming fragrance, this piece of splendid begonias has become more illusory, and the color is getting lighter and lighter, like clouds.

Flowers reflect the beauty, this scene is extremely beautiful, but Han Yuan smelled this sweet fragrance, it was like drinking a sip of sweet wine, from the consciousness to the body are extremely comfortable, the whole person is fluttering as if stepping in the clouds, people are drunk before drinking. Obviously in the fierce battle of life and death, Han Yuan couldn't extricate himself from indulging in this sea of flowers. His originally pale face was stained with a drunken flush, and everything in front of him seemed to become hazy, Han Ying's smug smile, the petals flying in the sky, and the blue sword flower ...... The picture in front of Han Yuan's eyes seems to be flowing, every line is blurred, as if it is a flower in the fog, it seems to be far away in the sky, and it seems to be close in front of him, in a trance, the killing machine has come to the eye!

As if it was just a blink of an eye, a blue sword light had already crossed the layers of space and hit the heart of the cold abyss!

The sharp killing machine was like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, instantly stabbing the cold abyss to the bone and sobering up. Before he could react, he saw that the tip of the sword had reached half an inch of his chest. Even if he came to his senses at the critical moment, it was useless, the reaction speed of the human body could not dodge this fatal blow, and Han Yuan seemed to be able to only watch as the tip of the sword pierced into his chest!

However, in the next moment, surging blue light burst out from Han Yuan's body!

The tip of Han Ying's sword seemed to have pierced into a steel plate, and it was extremely obscure, unable to pierce the defense of the cold abyss at all. Before she could withdraw her sword after missing the blow, nine colorful poisonous mist suddenly erupted from the blue light, directly devouring her spirit sword!

Han Ying let out a miserable scream, and the hand holding the sword shook violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground.