Xia Wan can be sure that as long as she directly uses the three tricks that Ding Ningxin teaches her, she can easily beat the Chen Bell in front of her.

But can I fight all the wrong hands?

In her opinion, this kind of cross-border battle, as long as someone can do it before, then she can try, and there may be many such moments in the future.

Moreover, the other party let her a trick, but she still had the sword brought back by the mountain sword in her hand.

So she wanted to win this one more than a sword in her own way.

A “sniff” of a crack.

Just at the same time that Chen Ling's figure suddenly regressed dozens of feet, Xia Wan had moved forward sharply, and her second sword had come out.

There was a white sword in the air, and countless small swords like silk fell to the body of the bell.

This sword is the "cold heart" of the heart of the sword.

This sword is not a special secret sword, and many people present will use it, but everyone present feels that the sword of Xia Wan is more perfect than they can do.

All the people present felt that this sword was the inner expression of Xia Wan.

I am enough to rank in the top ten geniuses of the Great Tomb, willing to live in the heart of the sword, just because this is the door, but the master of the door, but the master of the door, but enough to make people cold.

“Push”

In front of Chen Lin's body lit up a sharp red sword light.

This sword light is very good, but also very dangerous, only in the moment of sound, accompanied by a strong breath of life, it will be the white sword spirit out.

But almost at the same time, Chen Lin also came out of an angry smug.

There was a lot of blood on her body.

There were still a few sword lights that had not been swept away by her sword, and fell on her.

Although she was blocked by her strength, these swords could not penetrate deeply, and only a shallow wound was stabbed on her body, but after all, she was the master of Xia Wan, not to mention the cultivation of Xia Wan's cultivation and her feet.

A very humiliating feeling, let the anger and real yuan in her body are completely burned up.

All the awareness in her mind was to fight back.

However, at this moment, dozens of mirrors lit up in the air in front of her, just as suddenly dozens of mirrors stood in front of her, reflecting dozens of Xia Wan's figure.

“Enough is enough!”

The ringing roared, and a flat sword was cut across.

At this time, Xia Wan used it, and it was still the sword of the heart.This call "heart mirror" sword style, with the sword air rejuvenation, is used in this weak battle, so that the other side can not grasp their true position.

However, with the weak battle, is she only a little stronger than Xia Wan?

In the face of such sword tricks, she only needs to use the simplest sword style, relying purely on her own strong strength.

The real element in her body gushed away from the sword body, and the sword gas that was scattered from her sword became more and more large, becoming a rainbow of dozens of feet, sweeping away, and chopping all the mirrors.

This kind of sword, regardless of casualties, at this time angry, she thought, if this sword directly cut Xia Wan will be cut off, not too much scruples.

However, the sword bar passed, but did not see any blood.

What shocked her was that she saw that Xia Wan had retreated into the distance in a light wind, and was already standing still.

Looking at Xia Wan's posture, it even gives people the illusion that the two swords that were attacked earlier seemed to have nothing to do with Xia Wan at all, as if Xia Wan was a completely unrelated observer.

At this moment, Chen Lin felt cold on his back.

Because she felt that Xia Wan’s eyes fell behind her.

At this time, Xia Wan had no sword in his hand.

That in her subconscious, although Xia Wan retreated, the snow-white sword in her hand, I was afraid that it had become a flying sword and lurked behind her.

Her senses were naturally behind her.

But the back is empty.

She lifted it.

At this moment, the real meaning of the sword came from above her head.

Another thud.

The sharpness of the sword of the scarf of the red sword in her hand shot out of a solid sword, shining like a jewel-like glitter, and accurately grasped the sword path of the sword that fell in the air.

In the moment she looked up, she saw that the crimson red mango had struck a snow-white flying sword that had fallen sharply in the air.

However, apart from the fierce sound of her sword itself, there was no collision sound.

The snow-white flying sword was like a dream, and she was cut by her sword and disappeared.

The bell is cold.

In this moment of electric flora, she made a sad hissing, and the whole body sprang up with an astounding degree, and even the degree of terror brought two dragon-like airflows under her feet.

Her body almost directly hit the pine cypresses that were high in the sky.

A short snow-white sword swept back to the side of Xia Wan's body in her original place.

On the tip of the short sword of snow white, there is a wistle of red.

On the dress on Chen’s belly, there was a little bit of blood.

As long as this sword is further one inch deep, it can directly break the sea of Chenling.

Chen Ling's body was full of a feeling of fear after the death, and her back was sweating like slurry rolling down, and her heart was incredible.

This is the "fascination sword" of the heart sword, just a shape of the blinding method, the same is not a powerful secret sword, the terrible only is that this snow-white flying sword even hidden breath so that she can not perceive.

Another terrible thing is that Xia Wan, in the absence of any movement, seems to be just moving, so that her perception has deviated, thinking that the flying sword is behind her.It was only the difference in time that allowed her to completely flash the sword in the future.

"I really can't imagine that you're doing some miscellaneous labor here, you've developed these means, but I want to see what you can do to defeat me."

The bell fell.

She mixed with the sound of countless emotions trembling in the air.

Her five senses are somewhat distorted, but the vitality released from the body is pure to the extreme.

She clasped her sword and surrounded her with the sword's breath.

These pure swords formed a crimson light curtain on her body.

That’s how she fell to Xia.

This is the sword of life, the attack and defense are in one, abandoned all the tricks of the trick.

Looking at the falling bell, everyone felt helpless.

Because in the battle of practitioners who are close to cultivation, even the difference is not particularly large, no party will ever use such a method.

Such a means will consume a lot of real money and life in a short period of time, and the weaker party can find the opportunity to counterattack as long as possible to escape or delay time, even if it is injured.

However, the difference between the real Yuan cultivation between Xia Wan and Chen Ling is too different, that is, if you want to keep it, you can't escape and stay.

But no one thought it was unfair or shameful.

Because that in itself is what happens to cross the border.

Because such a thing exists, before the appearance of Wang Xian Meng, all practitioners also felt that there was no possibility of winning the cross-border battle.

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