I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

When Ning Ruan raised her head, she saw Zhao Ling, the man from Broken Cloud Peak who had wanted to challenge her many times, already standing on the ring.

This retard again.

To be honest, she really couldn't figure out why the seventh senior brother Li Yu always wanted to challenge her.

It's not that I want revenge.

It seemed like he really just wanted to fight her.

While thinking deeply, Ning Ruan flew onto the ring.

"Junior Sister Ning, I hope you can draw your sword!" As he spoke, Zhao Lingyue was the first to pull out the long sword in his hand.

Ning Ruan tilted her head slightly and asked seriously: "How many swords are out?"

Zhao Lingyue's face froze, yes, Ning Ruan had three swords and could control the perversions of the three swords.

"...You can give it all."

"Oh." Ning Ruan nodded, then slapped the sword box, and three long swords shot out of the air.

One red, one orange, one yellow, the colors are bright and neutral.

Of course, Zhao Lingyue didn't know what the second grade was.

But that didn't stop the corners of his lips from twitching. He couldn't even notice it from a distance. Now, looking at it from a close distance, the colors of the three swords were really exaggerated.

Take a deep breath.

He quickly calmed himself down, and the two of them quickly exchanged swords.

Ning Ruan didn't hold back.

The three long swords are probably from the same lineage, and they can work well together even without much practice.

In addition, from time to time she would whip out a few fireballs to harass the opponent.

Even without using her famous healing technique, Zhao Lingyue was quickly beaten back and forth. It was difficult to even defend, let alone counterattack.

It didn't take long.

Zhao Lingyue was successfully knocked away by a fireball.

Three long swords took advantage of the situation and flew above his head. Before they landed, the sword tips were not even half an inch away from his head.

It almost sticks to the scalp.

"Chitian Sect Invincible Peak, Ning Ruan wins." The referee spoke immediately.

Zhao Lingyue's injury was not serious, but what was worse than the injury was that at this moment, his life was in Ning Ruan's hands.

Losing clearly.

"You win." Zhao Lingyue lay on the ground, motionless except for his mouth.

Ning Ruan said "Oh" and took back the three long swords.

Turn around and jump off the ring.

Zhao Lingyue then stood up, and when he came down, he called out to Ning Ruan again, "...was it possible for me to defeat you when I first came back?"

"No, you will die." Ning Ruan answered cheerfully without looking back.

It's not that she's being alarmist.

If Zhao Lingyue dared to attack her at that time, she would kill him with a sword talisman.

It wasn't a serious competition anyway, so why did she have to fight in a serious way?

Zhao Lingyue: "..."

"Pfft." Cao Bai, the second disciple of the main peak who always remembered that it was Junior Sister Ning who saved his life when he was in the secret realm of Shangzong in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, laughed out loud, "Junior Brother Zhao, Junior Sister Ning didn't lie to you, you really know how to do it. dead."

Senior Sister Ning, who was not restricted by the rules of the Canglan Conference, could be killed in ten realms.

No.

Perhaps there were more than ten realms. Junior Sister Ning was kidnapped by the ancestor of the Meng family who had been dead for who knows how many years.

But she came back safely.

This ability is not something ordinary people can achieve.

Zhao Lingyue, who didn't want to talk because he was autistic, said: "..."

Fortunately.

Ouyang Jian, the chief disciple of Chitian Sect, also spoke at this time: "Junior Brother Liang, can I challenge you?"

His tone was gentle, probably because he had seen Liang Xiuxiu's introverted and timid temperament, so he tried to keep his voice as low as possible.

Even though it was an inquiry, Liang Xiuxiu knew she couldn't refuse.

He nodded and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Senior Brother Ouyang is a relatively familiar person.

The two flew onto the ring one after the other.

Before the fight, Ouyang Jian did not underestimate Liang Xiuxiu at all.

He had also witnessed with his own eyes how terrifying the frightened and timid man in front of him could be when he hit someone.

However, after the fight, Ouyang Jian deeply felt that he probably underestimated the opponent.

Liang Xiuxiu, so fierce!

This was Ouyang Jian's only thought when he was severely knocked off the ring.

As a sword cultivator, Ouyang Jian had already broken through to the seventh realm, but Ouyang Jian lost before he could forge his natal flying sword.

Seeing the young man on the ring with his fists full of blood and an introverted and scared face, Xi Zhou was completely silent: "..."

"Junior Brother Liang, I am convinced of my defeat." Below the ring, Ouyang Jian reluctantly stood up, enduring the pain that was all over his western limbs, and spoke seriously.

Liang Xiuxiu wanted to scratch her head in embarrassment, but she calmed down after seeing her and Senior Brother Ouyang's blood mixed on her fist.

Jump off the ring.

His tone was soft, introverted, and a little embarrassed, "Senior Brother Ouyang... is also... very powerful."

Ouyang Jian with a complicated expression: "..." Yes, he was powerful, but in the end he was punched away.

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