After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

Xia Ling interrupted her conversation with Xiao Jin, got up and opened the door.

After a slight creaking sound, the yard was empty.

I clearly felt the presence of the senior brother...

Since she reached the Nascent Soul stage, the range of her spiritual sense has expanded a hundred times than before.

If they didn't deliberately hide their aura, she could easily detect it.

She was sure that it was not an illusion. Xia Ling raised her head slightly and glanced at the dark sky.

In the middle of the night, where was the eldest brother going as he passed Huaixi Pavilion?

After thinking for a moment, Xia Ling decided to find out what was going on.

Following the scent, we left Huaixi Pavilion and came to a wasteland far away from the residence.

As soon as I passed through a bamboo forest, I saw Yue Chenzhi practicing sword alone.

The moonlight was bright, and even though it was late at night, the surroundings were still quite bright.

His sword energy was less steady and more agitated than usual.

The same is true for those who wield swords.

The vigorous sword energy condensed, the ground and branches were gradually covered by layers of ice, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

The way he swung the sword seemed gentle, but it was actually full of murderous intent.

Xia Ling vaguely recognized it as the Yue clan's unique Qianyue sword technique, but after the Yue clan was framed, this sword technique was banned and burned.

He came here in the middle of the night to practice swordplay, and his intention was obvious.

He is indeed the dull type. Even though he is eager to find out the truth, he won't take the initiative to mention it.

Suddenly a hand came onto my shoulder.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air, and Xia Ling knew who the visitor was without even looking.

"Second senior brother."

"I'm here." Si Mufeng responded.

His long hair was spread out behind him, and he was wearing a thin light blue gown. His eyes were fixed on Yue Chenzhi, who was alone in front of him using his sword to relieve his worries, and he watched his every move quietly.

Xia Ling glanced sideways, "Why are you here?"

Simu Feng smiled lightly, his hair messed up by the wind, "My brothers and sisters all came to the wasteland in the middle of the night, so naturally I have to join in the fun."

"..."Xia Ling didn't say anything.

Si Mufeng didn't care. He snapped his fingers, and the tiny sparks of fire gradually condensed. The surroundings suddenly lit up like daylight.

Xia Ling glanced at the firelight around him and was about to ask him what he was going to do when he suddenly suggested, "Xiao Liu, go practice with Senior Brother."

"Why?" Xia Ling was puzzled.

"Why so many questions?" Si Mufeng winked at her, "I just want to see if your swordsmanship has improved."

Without waiting for her to answer, Si Mufeng pressed her shoulders and pushed her behind the tree.

Xia Ling quickly steadied himself and silently made a friendly gesture towards him.

Simu Feng pretended not to see it, shook his fist with one hand, smiled ostentatiously, and whispered: "Come on~"

The noise was too loud, Yue Chenzhi retracted his sword intent slightly, and just when he was about to stop, Simu Feng fanned the flames from behind, "Brother, Junior Sister said she wants to practice with you."

Xia Ling met Yue Chenzhi's gaze, was silent for a moment and finally nodded, "Yes."

She really wanted to practice with some of her senior brothers, but the timing didn’t seem right… But now was the end of it, so she didn’t care whether it was right or not.

It’s not that Yue Chenzhi didn’t notice the two of them, but he was in an unstable mood and it was not appropriate for him to chat with them at the moment.

He wanted to pretend that he didn't know they were coming, but he didn't expect Xiaoliu to take the initiative to come out and ask to practice with him.

Seeing her sincere attitude, Yue Chenzhi did not refuse in the end, and his drooping eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He took two steps back and pointed his sword at Xia Ling, "...Okay, let's see how much you have grown."

"I will definitely not let you down." Seeing him accept the challenge, Xia Ling summoned Wuyou, and his words showed his absolute trust in himself, "I hope you will not show mercy, Senior Brother."

"Yeah." Yue Chenzhi responded lightly, and the next moment his figure disappeared from the spot, and his breath also disappeared instantly.

Xia Ling got into the state instantly. When the sword attacked from behind, he quickly stepped back and held Wuyou tightly to block the blade of the Bingpo Sword that was as transparent as frost.

Yue Chenzhi saw that she was blocking it and exerted a little force.

Just as she was about to block it forcefully, Yue Chenzhi withdrew his strength and attacked Xia Ling's neck and shoulders with lightning speed.

Xia Ling didn't expect that he would react so quickly, and he barely dodged it by using the Wind Spirit Technique.

Seeing that both of them were gradually getting into the state, Si Mufeng casually threw the several barrier talismans that he had been holding on his fingertips to the surroundings.

Instantly, the surroundings were covered by an invisible barrier, turning into a sparring arena.

He himself leaned lazily on the branch of the ancient tree, holding a wine jug in his hand, sipping and watching the show leisurely.

Yue Chenzhi no longer hid his abilities. With a flash of sword, he performed the Wangyue Sword Technique of the Zhanyue Sect.

The Ice Soul Sword complements his own ice spiritual roots. Every move is filled with endless coldness, making people feel like they are falling into a glacier.

After approaching Xia Ling, the sword style suddenly changed and moved sideways.

Xia Ling was unwilling to fall behind, and his sword energy gradually unfolded. The silver-white sword body reflected a sharp cold light.

He raised his sword and thrust it quickly, while his right leg coordinated with a side kick.

Yue Chenzhi blocked it skillfully. At this moment, the two were in a very balanced state and neither could do anything to the other.

Seeing that close combat was not working, Xia Ling simply kept his distance, turned his wrist slightly, and the Worry-Free Sword flipped in his palm.

Then, Xia Ling raised his sword and chopped it down. The silver-white sword energy turned into feathers, hissing through the wind, and rushed towards Yue Chenzhi in front like a poisonous snake.

Yue Chenzhi had never thought that she had grown to such an extent that she was unable to avoid it completely. Her face and limbs were cut by the sword energy, and blood flowed down.

"Big Brother!" Xia Ling didn't expect that he would actually be hurt. He panicked for a moment and was about to put away his sword and go forward to heal him.

Then Yue Chen said, "It's okay, just continue."

"...Okay." Xia Ling was a little conflicted, but the moment the Bingpo Sword stabbed over, he gave up the idea of ​​retracting the sword.

The two swords crossed, and a faint smile flashed across Yue Chen's eyes.

After not seeing you for a long time, Xiaoliu has indeed made great progress in swordsmanship.

Unfortunately... still a little short.

Yue Chenzhi chuckled, pointed his sword and rose up. The Bingpo Sword drew a streak of snow-white light like moonlight in the dark night.

The sword light is like a shadow and cannot be seen clearly.

The sword energy surrounded everything like a tide, the wind blew and the clothes fluttered, the sword rang in the air, and the sword light went straight to Xia Ling's heart.

Xia Ling was about to hide when he was blocked by protruding ice walls on his left and right and surrounded by ice spikes from above.

If it were just this extent, she could have forced her way out of the ice.

The key point is that her body seemed to be suppressed by something, and she felt as if she was restrained and unable to move.

His body was gradually covered by a layer of frost, and Xia Ling realized something.

...Sword Domain.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Yue Chenzhi's Ice Soul Sword had already forced its way closer to him, and Xia Ling raised his sword to try to block it.

But at this moment her speed was not even half as fast as his. She was about to use talismans, but finally suppressed the idea.

In terms of swordsmanship, she had already lost, so there was no need to win by using poison, talismans or other methods.

The tip of the sword, carrying endless chill, moved up from the heart and finally touched the side of the neck.

Xia Ling glanced at the sword blade facing her, took Wuyou back into space, raised her hands high, and surrendered: "I lose."