The wind and snow suddenly appeared, instantly swallowing the silver thread. However, the next moment, the slender silver light surged, turning into a waterfall-like silver light, dispersing the wind and snow. Then the silver light rushed towards Aning like a meteor, rushing towards Aning again.

In the silver light, Aning was like a catkin ride on the wind, and lightly walked around the edge of the silver light. Then he stabbed the sword straight, and a white dragon fish suit counterattacked the opponent's chest.

Cheng Hua looked at the Bai Xue Sword that was stabbing straight in expressionlessly, then his wrist was swirled lightly, and the silver light drew an arc, turning the sword edge behind Aning, stabbing Aning's back.

At the same time, she stretched her left arm forward, held her index finger with her thumb, and gently flicked it.

The wind hit the snow-white sword body like an arrow, and immediately knocked the sword body to the side and stabbed it into the empty space.

The sword wind that came from behind was already close. Aning hurriedly rushed forward, passed by Cheng Hua, and narrowly avoided the deadly sword wind.

But as the two intersected, Cheng Hua stuck out his finger and swept Aning's ribs. Half of Aning's body suddenly became numb and he almost fell down on the spot.

Cheng Hua's long sword arrived in an instant, and the lateral sword light woven into an airtight net, which was facing her as a hood.

Flying snowflakes rose around Aning, spinning to meet the sword net falling from the sky. The little bits of snowflakes seemed as light as feathers, but every time they touched the sword light, the brilliant sword light would dim a little.

When the last snowflake was exhausted, the sword net had become fragmented. Aning waved his hand and cut it into two pieces.

"Okay!" Cheng Hua praised, his arms undulating, and a sword shadow danced out. The sword shadow was like clouds and fog. In a blink of an eye, he surrounded Aning in it, like a swarm of bees standing up, pressing towards Aning step by step.

The white light was like a training, sprinkling out of Aning's hands, turning into bright moonlight, facing the sword energy like clouds.

Under the moonlight, the clouds gradually faded and thinned, and soon disappeared. Aning took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, and his long sword slashed towards Cheng Hua's waist like a jade hook in the sky.

During the days when she was studying the joint attack technique with 6 feathers, Aning had already transformed this move Yuebai Fengqing into two changes in terms of hardness and softness. At this time, she first used softness to dissolve Cheng Hua's sword energy, and then used hardness to counterattack, instantly reversing the offense and defense momentum.

Cheng Hua's face was no longer expressionless. She originally thought that it only took three moves and two moves to subdue a young woman like Aning. But now it seems that Aning's sword technique is even better than her.

So she gave up her plan to subdue Aning with her moves. She shook her wrist and the silver sword crossed the river like a dragon, stabbing Aning's chest!

Cheng Hua used 100% of his internal strength in this move, and the purpose was to defeat Aning with his absolute internal strength advantage.

Cheng Hua originally disdained this way of using brute force. But at this time, in order to fight, she could only use this last resort.

Faced with this straight attack, Aning was stunned at first, and then could only raise his sword to greet him.

The two swords collided with each other, and a "defying" sound. Aning took two steps back and a bloody red look on his face.

The surging internal force rushed into Aning's lungs like a rolling wave. In the face of this overwhelming force, all skills were discounted. No matter how clever the golden and jade skills passed by Aning were passed down by Gao Lishi, it was difficult to make up for the absolute gap in the realm of both sides.

Aning tried his best and could not force Cheng Hua's internal force out of her body in a moment. And at this moment, Cheng Hua's second sword arrived again. The sword light was as thin as a thin sword, but the sword force was like a huge wave. Aning tried to lift the sword to meet him. With the touch of the two swords, the Baixue Sword was bounced high.

Another sharp internal force flowed upstream along the sword body and pierced into Aning's lungs.

The internal force that had previously invaded Aning's body was still rushing. When the two internal forces encountered one, they immediately rotated and merged into one, like a poisonous snake with a venomous serpent, and suddenly collided towards Aning's heart vein.

A severe pain came from his heart and Aning opened his cherry lips and spewed out a hint of vermilion. Her body shook violently and almost fell down.

However, it was this moment that made her avoid the oncoming sword edge and avoid the trouble of piercing her chest.

The next moment, the silver light that fell swept across, and Aning hurriedly swung his sword and slashed it horizontally. Two thin sword lights met in the air, but the momentum was like two roaring dragons.

After the internal force entered the body, Aning spurted out a mouthful of blood again, but he also took advantage of the opportunity to jump to the side and escaped from Cheng Hua's sword circle.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded from all around. The guards of the East Palace heard the sound of fighting and rushed here. They struck one after another, then surrounded Aning and Cheng Hua.

The guards all recognized Aning, but Cheng Hua was Zhang Sheng's face. So people drew their swords in their hands and rushed towards Cheng Hua.

"Stop!" Li Heng shouted in a deep voice.

Seeing the master's words, the guards naturally stopped. They looked at each other, and all they saw in their eyes were doubts.

At this time, Aning was coughing violently. She barely forced Cheng Hua's internal strength out of her body, but also coughed the collar of her chest so hard that it was covered with blood.

If Cheng Hua took advantage of the victory at this time, Aning would have been defeated. But she felt ashamed to defeat others with her strength, so how could she take action at this moment?

So she stood there quietly, waiting for Aning's cough to gradually stop, and her spine was slowly straightened.

The eyes of both sides converge together, and both of them know that as long as the previous process is repeated once, Aning will definitely lose.

Taking a deep breath, a decisive light flashed in Aning's eyes. She stretched her left hand to her waist and slowly pulled out a flashing dagger.

Then she moved like thunder, and in an instant she rushed to Cheng Hua like a ghost. The long sword in her right hand winded and danced, and the dagger on her left was like a bamboo. Two long and short sword lights were like two leaping dragons, rotating to form a fierce sword wind, sweeping towards Cheng Hua.

Now, Aning has confirmed that he has no chance of defeating Cheng Hua with his own Snow Eight Styles. If he wants to defeat the strong enemy in front of him, the only way is to rely on her combined attack skills with 6 feathers.

If 6 pigeons are not here, Aning can only use both hands and use his left hand to perform 6 pigeons moves to cooperate with his sword moves. Compared to cooperating with 6 pigeons, Aning's combined attack skills alone are naturally discounted, but this is the strongest method Aning can use now.

The sword wind arrived in an instant, and the bitter storm of the two dragons arrived in front of Cheng Hua in a moment, making her clothes rush.

Cheng Hua frowned slightly. If she wanted to break this move with force, it would not be impossible for her to break it, but in that case, she would inevitably be damaged.

Thinking of this, she pointed to the ground and gently lateralized backwards to avoid the spiraling sword wind.

But this hit Aning's thoughts. She used the combined attack technique alone, and one major flaw was that it was weaker when starting and was easily interrupted by the opponent. If Cheng Hua had less scruples and had a life-threatening attack, he could quickly resolve the battle even if he suffered some minor injuries.

However, from beginning to end, Cheng Hua treated Aning as an ordinary junior, so he felt that even if he was slightly injured, he would lose face, so he gave Aning the opportunity to use the second move.

With a turn of his wrist, the first move of energy condensed onto the long sword, accompanied by the snow-white blade turning into a crescent-like light, spinning and slashing towards Cheng Hua.

Xueliang's dagger flipped around in the air for a while, but was held in his hand by Aning, and hit it out with the palm technique of the Great Sun Tathagata's palm. The two moves of hardness and softness were hidden from each other, and it was difficult to tell the difference in order to reach Cheng Hua's eyes.

This time, the sword light like the sun and the moon is everywhere, and Cheng Hua is unable to dodge again. She could only dance the long sword and turn it into a covered net with the sword light. However, this time, the net was used by her to wrap herself up to resist Aning's move of sun and moon shining together.

However, no matter how dense the net was, it could not block the pervasive sword light. Accompanied by the sound of cracking silk, Cheng Hua's sleeve was cut out by the sword energy, and several of them were faintly bloody.

A few sharp pains came from her arm, and Cheng Hua's expression changed completely. She suddenly realized that if she did not do her best, she would probably be defeated by the little girl today. So her arm shook, and her long sword woke up like a hibernating dragon, roaring out. She first broke through the moon shadow to the left, and then smashed the sun halo to the right.

At the same time, because of the loss of protection, Cheng Hua's body was left with several scars by Aning's sword light. Fortunately, she took action like lightning and defeated Aning's sword light in an instant.

Then she took advantage of the victory and pursued the sword light, like a rainbow passing through the sky, rushed straight towards Aning's chest

However, Aning circled his arm inward, and the scattered sword energy gathered again, turning into a fierce wind and colliding with Cheng Hua's sword light.

When the two touch each other, a dazzling silver light burst out, and then they dissipate.

The situation of equalizing the scenery made Cheng Hua slightly stunned, while Aning did not hesitate at all. His right hand stumbled forward lazily, and his left hand swayed the dagger horizontally. The two qi were combined into one place, turning into an extremely rapid stream of light, tilting towards Cheng Hua's chest.

This move "the dead are like this", without too many skills, it is about winning with speed. With Cheng Hua's martial arts attainments, this can naturally be seen.

"Is it faster? Then let's give it a try!" At this moment, Cheng Hua completely put down his contempt for Aning, concentrated all his energy on the sword in his hand, leaned forward and swung a stream of light.

A silver light flashed, and the two of them passed by, and they remained still.

With a light "puff", Cheng Hua's clothes on his shoulder showed a long and narrow crack. The bright red blood flowed out of it and turned into a trickle of dripping to the ground.

The wound is less than an inch away from the vital part of the neck.

On the other side, Aning stood still and then shook it violently and fell to the ground. The white snow sword in her right hand came out and fell to the ground with a "clang".

His pale palm pressed on the hilt of the sword, and Aning tried to raise the sword. However, as soon as the hilt of the sword was off the ground, it fell to the ground with a "despite".

"Ah—" Aning let out a desperate roar, like a beast whose minions were pulled out.

Drops of blood were left from her wrist and penetrated into the soil.

Compared with the two, Cheng Hua was half way faster. She cut off Aning's meridian with one sword, and then used the sword energy to hurt her lungs.

He was obviously victorious, but listening to Aning's roar, Cheng Hua was not happy at all, only boundless loneliness. She pointed her finger around the wound a few times, stopping the blood. Then she said to Li Heng indifferently: "The meridians on her right hand have been broken, and most of her martial arts have been wasted. You can just find someone to watch her."

"Okay," Li Heng nodded, "Thank you."

Cheng Hua waved his hand: "I promised you to help you do three things, and the last one."

After saying that, she turned around and disappeared into the courtyard like a wind.

A burst of pain came from the lungs, and Aning felt salty in his throat and coughed up a pool of blood.

The things in front of him gradually became blurred. Aning raised his trembling right hand, looked at the blood marks on his wrist, sighed regretfully, and murmured: "It seems that there is no chance to use the remaining five moves again!"

After saying that, she fainted.

Aning's story came to an end. When she appears again, the world will be a different situation.

(End of this chapter)
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