Meng Yanshuang just glanced at Zhu Hong, who was transformed by Nanming's fire sword, then lowered his head and said softly: "Just with a sword?"

His voice was very small, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was asking Xiaoxiao.

With Xiaoxiao's cultivation, it was impossible not to hear Meng Yanshuang's words, she said sarcastically: "Just with a sword? The reason why you were able to defeat your brother in the first place was not because of the frost and snow sword in your hand!"

Meng Yanshuang was silent, and he didn't know if he was hit by Xiaoxiao, or if he didn't bother to explain.

Both sides stopped talking, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant.

At this moment, Meng Yanshuang seemed to have discovered something, his expression moved slightly, his toes volleyed a little, his body suddenly burst back, and at the moment when he just left, a long pillar of golden-red flames rushed up from the bottom to the place where he was standing, if Meng Yanshuang reacted a little slower, I am afraid that he would put himself in flames.

Meng Yanshuang stabilized her body and looked at Xiaoxiao, but saw that Xiaoxiao had already disappeared and disappeared, Meng Yanshuang's heart tightened, and she suddenly turned around and took out her sword, and the wind and snow suddenly appeared, and Meng Yanshuang's body was wrapped in white snow petals as sharp as a blade.

In the wind and snow, a red light lit up suddenly, and the next moment, the wind stopped and the snow dispersed, only to see that in the middle of the air, two long swords, one red and one blue, converged together, and the sword holders were Xiaoxiao and Meng Yanshuang.

"Follow the clouds!" Ling Yun below exclaimed, he could see clearly, and with Xiaoxiao's moving distance and dodge speed, her steps with the clouds were probably already complete.

In the air, the frost and snow sword of the seventh of the heavenly soldier list and the eighth of the heavenly soldier list of the Nanming Lihuo sword collided for the first time in history, the whole sky was blue and white on the one hand, and golden red on the other, at first glance, it seemed to be cut from it, divided into two, the two heavens of ice and fire, particularly beautiful.

Nan Ming's sword hilt was very long, Xiaoxiao held it with both hands, and the sword body was burning with three-color flames, and he frantically pounced on Meng Yanshuang and Frost Snow Sword.

Looking at Meng Yanshuang again, he condensed the sword finger with his left hand and pointed at the hilt of the frost and snow sword, if you look closely, Meng Yanshuang did not let the sword body directly contact Nanming Lihuo, but did not hesitate to consume several times the true yuan to wrap the Shuangxue sword and forcibly resist the power of Nanming Lihuo.

Ling Yun frowned after observing this detail, his heart was full of questions, this Meng Yanshuang seemed to be taking care of something.

It is said in the general outline of Shushan Kendo that the swordsman should be like a sword, go forward bravely, and the most taboo is to look forward and backward, Meng Yanshuang's performance at this time is very unfavorable to him.

Could it be that he was afraid that there would be a problem with the sword, ice and fire were incompatible, and the frost and snow sword itself was restrained by Nanming Lihuo, if the two sides clashed, it was difficult to imagine what the consequences would be. Ling Yun began to analyze, and was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a thought came to his heart, Ling Yun's face was uncertain, and he muttered in his heart: Born because of the sword, the sword idiot is not his sword heart is love, no wonder he is so cold and arrogant, I didn't expect to see a person who is dedicated to swords today.

Sword idiot, if put in modern times, it is perverted, fetish, but in Shushan Kendo, it represents unlimited potential, it is a kind of sword heart called sword soul, and it is also the kind of top-level sword heart that is three levels higher, than Lingyun's sword is a level higher than that friend, and Lingyun's sword is me, and the sword of Youlong is not the same fate.

Swordsmen with this sword heart are generally more withdrawn, but their sword cultivation is amazingly fast, and their combat power is extremely powerful, and the sword cultivation with the upper level of sword heart is called the sword cultivation of sword cultivation, Ling Yun is like this, Youlong is like this, and Meng Yanshuang is the same.

In fact, Ling Yun only guessed three points, and Meng Yanshuang's sword heart actually had another hidden secret, which is all a story for later.

The fire on Xiaoxiao's side was raging, and Meng Yanshuang was faintly suppressed without completely liberating the Frost Snow Sword.

"Blazing Flames!" Xiaoxiao's face suddenly turned red, and with her coquettish shout, Nan Ming's flame outside the fire sword rose to a high level, as if it was about to burn the entire sky, and the fire spread, falling from a high altitude, surging towards Meng Yanshuang.

In just an instant, Meng Yanshuang was swallowed by the monstrous flames in the sky.

Because the situation changed so quickly, Ling Yun didn't have time to react, he could only watch Meng Yanshuang's body disappear into the sea of fire.

"It's over, let you do it, now it's good, you didn't save the sword and took your life. Ling Yun was speechless, but soon he realized that things didn't seem to be as bad as he had imagined.

I saw that after Meng Yanshuang was engulfed by the fire, the expression on Xiaoxiao's face did not relax, but became more nervous, she seemed to sense something, and her feet moved, and she responded with the sound of Yun Jinghong's steps.

And at this moment, a bit of cold light suddenly flashed in front of Xiaoxiao's body from the flames, Xiaoxiao had already taken a step with the clouds, and her body suddenly disappeared, but she didn't completely avoid it, only to see wisps of blood sliding down in the original air.

Han Mang, it was Meng Yanshuang's sword, he didn't know how to use it, he actually rushed out of the flames, and when he looked at it, there were no traces of scorching all over his body, and his clothes were still neat, but his hair was a little messy.

Xiaoxiao appeared ten meters away from the position where Fang Cai was standing, she covered her left shoulder with her right hand, and saw that the clothes on her left shoulder were cut out of a clear crack, and a half-inch sword mark appeared on the white and greasy skin in the crack, and blood continued to flow out of it, soaking into the red clothes, so that Xiaoxiao's left shoulder was crimson.

"How can you" Xiaoxiao looked at Meng Yanshuang in disbelief, her face was full of incredulity, if she hadn't reacted quickly, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been a small shoulder, she obviously felt that Meng Yanshuang's target was her heart, without any pity, both fast and ruthless.

"You're too dependent on foreign objects. Meng Yanshuang said, for some reason, when he spoke, his expression was a little dazed.

"Arrogant, you haven't won against me yet, don't put on a teaching look!" Xiaoxiao seemed to be angered by Meng Yanshuang's attitude, she didn't care about anything else, she casually pointed at the meridian of her left shoulder, stopped the bleeding, and then held the sword with both hands, raised it high above her head, and slashed vigorously from top to bottom, accompanied by a coquettish shout: "Burn the Eight Desolations" At the same time, the temperature around him became extremely hot, and the entire sky was obscured by red light, and even the hanging sun was nowhere to be seen, as if it had been assimilated.

Meng Yanshuang stood in place, the sword yuan on the surface of his body was sizzling, and he clearly felt that the air was filled with a huge fire element, and at this time, there was only one ignition point left, and the entire area would be ignited.

The red light spread, and soon it came into contact with the forest below, the tallest trees had already begun to burn, the fire spread, the entire forest was set on fire, Ling Yun didn't care about being exposed, he kept moving between the treetops, trying to avoid this deadly fire.

And Meng Yanshuang, who was in the center, quietly watched Zhu Hong getting closer and closer to him, his expression was a little melancholy, and his eyes were deep, as if he was recalling something.

"Don't pretend to be cool and daze at the critical moment!" Ling Yun jumped while paying attention to the situation above, and when he saw Meng Yanshuang still standing in place stupidly, putting on a lonely look, Ling Yun felt as if there were 10,000 Australian alpacas galloping by. (To be continued.) )