The World of Martial Arts Begins with the Ability of Quicksilver

And Zhao Qin, who was opposite Lei Xueyao, stared at Lei Xueyao expressionlessly.

Zhao Qin's face was so calm that no one could see her emotions. At this time, she seemed to have truly turned into a heartless swordsman.

A swordsman, the moment he picks up his sword, his whole heart is to kill the enemy!

The wind seemed to be slowly picking up.

The breeze blew Zhao Qin's hair, and the hair swayed with the wind.

The breeze blows a leaf, and the leaf slowly falls from the sky, when the leaf falls to the ground.

Zhao Qin's eyes flashed, and then her sword moved.

Jian Guang took Zhao Qin towards Lei Xueyao like an erratic wind.

The wind blew Zhao Qin's hair, her face was blank, still expressionless, but her eyes reflected Lei Xueyao's shadow.

And in her eyes, the shadow belonging to Lei Xueyao also moved suddenly at this moment.

Zhao Qin's figure is still light, Lei Xueyao's body is still fierce, one flickering, the other rampaging.

The only change is that the speed of the two is faster!

Moreover, the moves became more dangerous from move to move. Every time the two attacked, they brushed past each other's body.

Swords and daggers flew around, dazzling the eyes of those who watched.

呲!

Zhao Qin's sword cut Lei Xueyao's clothes

呲~

A strand of hair also fell from Zhao Qin's head.

The two figures collided violently, and then separated.

"Humph~"

Lei Xueyao caught the clothes that fell from the sky, and looked at Zhao Qin with eyes full of fire.

Her hair blew in front of Zhao Qin's eyes, and she held the sword, indifferently, as if she had put life and death aside at this moment.

Lei Xueyao's breathing was a little short, and her chest was heaving. She glanced at the clothes in her hand, and threw it away with a contemptuous smile.

"Ah ah!"

Then with a loud roar, Lei Xueyao immediately rushed towards Zhao Qin again.

Lei Xueyao's originally delicate face unexpectedly had faint bloodshot spots, and the whites of the blue eyes also had a few traces of red.

"Zhao Qin, you are ready to accept your broken face!"

The muscles of Lei Xueyao's limbs contracted and swelled, revealing a cruel smile.

For the members of the Demon Sect, it is commonplace to replace them with injuries.

And the more dangerous it is, the more it can stimulate their fighting spirit!

Seeing Lei Xueyao's figure rushing towards him, Zhao Qin slowly put the sword in front of him.

This is the first time she's turned offense into defense

She didn't rush forward, but waited intently.

"what!"

Lei Xueyao charged forward, stabbing Zhao Qin viciously with the dagger.

Keng!

Zhao Qin's sword slashed across the dagger, offset the momentum of the dagger, and then deviated.

But what followed was Lei Xueyao's attack like a storm!

The dagger completely turned into a nimble butterfly, dancing around Zhao Qin, every dance was a death brush.

The dagger, in short-distance confrontation, has become the king of weapons!

Zhao Qin quickly backed away.

Lei Xueyao's power was too strong, every time he collided with it would make Zhao Qin's body tremble.

And the distance he just retreated will be overtaken again in an instant.

“Dang Dang Dang Dang!!!”

The rapid blocking sound resounded non-stop in the training ground.

Lei Xueyao raised the dagger high and slashed at Zhao Qin's blade one after another.

The voice became more and more urgent.

"Ah! Break it for me!"

Lei Xueyao yelled up to the sky, the veins in her hands were violent, and with all her strength, she slashed fiercely on the same blade again.

"Crack!"