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A gray and faint shadow rushed from the opposite side of the clear mountain stream, floating without traces, and it was like a ghost. When I stepped on the stream, I didn't even see a splash of water, and just passed by in a flash. It fell to the place where Lei Qing was lurking, only a dozen feet away.

Lei Qing twitched and cursed in his heart. I said, "You idiot Situ Nan, haven't you said you've tried hard?" Why did you run to me? He was holding a crossbow with a Qianji crossbow in his hand, and he had the urge to shoot him to death. Of course, this was just a bit of fantasy. A strong man of Situ Nan's level has a very sensitive perception. If he aims at him with a crossbow, he will definitely feel it. He may not come to settle himself first.

Then, the shadow swayed slightly, and with the help of the cliff shadow, his body merged into the shadow, and disappeared from Lei Qing's eyes alive, unable to even notice a slight fluctuation.

Lei Qing's pupils shrank. Situ Nanchang was still free and easy for so long. He was indeed very capable. That move was similar to the shadow step of the shadow step that Zuo Qianqian learned, had been practiced to the point of being superb. In broad daylight, just by relying on the shadow of the cliff, he could escape without any trace.

I also understand why Situ Nan chose the battlefield here, and it turned out that he wanted to use the shadow of the cliff here.

Just as he was sneaking away, a woman floated from the mountain stream opposite him. She saw that the woman was as white as snow, with long hair and long hair. Although her face was covered with white veil, she could not see her true appearance, but she could feel the strong cold and unrestrained breath from afar. Her feet did not touch the ground, nor did she step on water. She floated over dozens of feet, floating, and she really looked like a fairy in the Moon Palace descending to earth.

Her movements seemed slow and fast. In a daze, she pointed her toes and landed on a clean pebble next to the stream. Her figure was tall and slender, with a dignified temperament. The white gauze skirt was blowing with the wind. The pair of eyes on the white veil were as deep as a cold pond, and vast as a starry sky.

The cold light in his eyes became loud, as if he had discovered something. A translucent long sword came from nowhere, exuding an aura like ice. He tapped his feet and had already swept out a very faint white shadow. The long ice sword turned into a remote thorn at a speed that Lei Qing could not perceive. Leng Yuewu is known as the Ice Sword Saint, and his fighting spirit is of course a cold ice-based cultivation. The Hanyue Divine Art he practiced is also one of the top and most famous fighting spirit techniques on the continent.

The calm space stirred up an invisible fluctuation like a throwing stone. Situ Nan's vulgar body appeared, and his expression was panicked, trying to escape in panic.

"Situ Nan, if you do many evil things, I will follow the way for heaven and send you into the cycle of reincarnation." Leng Yuewu's cold voice, like a clear echo, drifted in the mountain stream. The momentum suddenly increased a little, and a scent of ice, followed by her sword and her people.

Hiss~ The long sword filled with ice aura extended a three-foot sword light with the blessing of the ice fighting spirit, and broke through the air with a hissing, directly slashing Situ Nan's sword into two pieces. The two pieces of body did not shed a trace of blood, but instead spread like particles.

Lei Qing, who was lurking more than ten feet away, felt a sudden slap in his heart, and he thought to himself that Leng Yuewu was deceived.

Sure enough, behind Leng Yuewu, a space fluctuation suddenly arose. Situ Nan rushed out of it. A black dagger burst out with a black light, stabbing Leng Yuewu silently. At the same time, Situ Nan laughed proudly: "Ice Sword Saint, go to death."

Although Situ Nan is not good at character, he is one of the top assassins in the world. Perhaps he is not Leng Yuewu's opponent when fighting head-on. However, when it comes to assassination, Leng Yuewu can't catch up with it. The ghostly thorn was fast and fast, and Leng Yuewu was in a state of rushing in the air.

But Leng Yuewu is also one of the experts in the world. She has abundant combat experience and is extremely pure in ice fighting spirit. In the air, the fighting spirit around her body turned around, and her delicate body forced to turn over in the air. She slashed away with a cold look, and the ice sword energy that was like a training-like one was very fierce. She actually had a posture of dying with the enemy and never ending.

"Crazy Woman." Situ Nan's smile was gloomy, and the two daggers turned into attacks and defenses, dancing black lights, like a brilliant black lotus.

Dingdangdang, in a blink of an eye, hit Leng Yuewu's killing sword for more than ten times, unraveling all the offensives.

Unfortunately, if the sneak attack fails, he has lost his greatest advantage as an assassin. Under the locked by Leng Yuewu's qi, no matter how strong he is, he will never disappear from Leng Yuewu.

However, Situ Nan was so awesome. In such adversity, he did not lose his fighting spirit. He restrained his expressions and danced the two daggers as bright as flowers and had a variety of trajectories. Especially his body movements were as illusory as real and vague as uncertain.

In just over a dozen breaths, the two of them had already passed dozens of moves. Although the assassin was not good at attacking head-on, it did not mean that he could not. Situ Nan's pure and thick Netherworld Fighting Aura burst out completely, making him hazy, as if he was covered with a layer of black fog. At the critical moment of life and death, he also made him burst out with strength beyond the past. For a moment, he fought with the ice sword saint Leng Yuewu, regardless of Xuan Ze.

Lei Qing, who was hiding from a distance to watch the battle, was also fascinated by the holy master. He was worthy of being a holy master. Whether in terms of body skills, tricks, or fighting spirit, he had reached the level of superb level. Lei Qing replaced himself and felt chilled, and he thought that if he couldn't hold on to a few moves, he would lose.

Originally, Lei Qing was afraid that their battle would affect him, such as accidentally cutting him off with a sword energy. But now it seems that he was over-concerned. Those who practiced to Leng Yuewu and others had reached a level of slight control over their own power. There would never be any phenomenon of sword energy flying around and fighting energy explode. Although the fighting energy of the Saint-level powerful people was extremely pure and profound, their rich combat experience told them that squandering the fighting energy casually was a luxury or waste, or even a self-destructive act.

After watching for a while, Lei Qing felt that the strength of the Saint-level powerhouse was terrifying, and he also benefited a lot.

The two of them continued to fight. Perhaps because they could not conquer for a long time, they lost their patience. Leng Yuewu's eyes suddenly shook, and he used the Hanyue divine power to the extreme. The ice fighting spirit in his body spread like a snow-white mist, and in an instant it covered several feet of radius.

Within these few feet, the temperature, which was originally not high, dropped rapidly. When it reached the extreme, the water vapor in the air actually condensed into snowflakes, and continued to rotate along the cold moonlight.

Situ Nan's body movement, which was originally quite smooth, was slightly frozen by the sudden extremely low temperature, and his speed was instantly slowing down a little. His face turned pale and he screamed: "Have you actually practiced into the extreme cold realm?"

When masters fight, the sky is everywhere. In the extreme cold realm, Situ Nan's elusive body movement was forced to appear. Leng Yuewu grabbed this flaw and pierced Situ Nan's thigh with a sword wrapped in crystal snowflakes.

Situ Nan screamed in terror. Not only did his thigh be seriously injured by a sword, but his entire thigh had frozen into ice cubes and fell to the ground due to the ice fighting spirit. He was extremely panicked in his pupils: "Fairy Leng, fairy, please spare me, spare me. I will never dare to do it again. Please give me another chance."

With the forceful use of the ultimate cold field, Leng Yuewu's eyes were also a little weak and tired. But she still said coldly: "Stu Nan, if you repent, please leave it to hell and tell the women who have been harmed by you. Go and die~"

When he stabbed Situ Nan's heart with a casual sword, he didn't notice that Situ Nan's terrified eyes showed a faint and invisible look of a trick that was successful.

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