What a handsome girl!

Yu Fan couldn't help but think.

Losing the cover of the veil, Fei Shuang's appearance finally appeared in front of him.

Feishuang looks very beautiful. She looks like she has a decade of beauty, with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and a sandalwood mouth and a silky nose.

The clothes are better than the snow and the dust is not stained with dust, and the black hair is flying as if you want to return by the wind.

He has a bit of heroic spirit, but he cannot hide his delicateness as a woman; his face is full of coldness and arrogance, but there seems to be a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

At this moment, her eyebrows were slightly frowning, and she was a little unhappy because of the destruction of the veil.

Seeing a flame containing violent spiritual power fluctuations floating in front of Yu Fan, I had to look serious.

"You actually mastered the technique of wind and fire, and I underestimate you."

She pressed her hands and interrupted the music that was about to reach orgasm.

"Why..." Yu Fan was a little puzzled. Seeing that her momentum was obviously the more powerful the song went to the back, why did she stop suddenly?

Before he could ask, Feishuang wiped the head of the piano with one hand and spitted out the spiritual power in his palm.

With a "scarlet" sound, a piece of light flashed out from the head of the piano, which was held by her in one hand.

"You are very strong and worthy of my real skills." Fei Shuang said.

The cold face was covered with solemn expression.

She pulled her right hand out and slowly pulled out a sword from the belly of the piano.

The sword is only two feet five in length, the hilt is ice blue, and the blade is almost transparent, looking like a work of art.

The sword body is less than two fingers wide, thin and sharp, with cold air everywhere, ice fog rising, emitting endless sharpness.

"The sword hidden in the piano." Yu Fan's pupils shrank, and he felt the huge spiritual power contained in the sword. He couldn't help but say, "What is this?"

Feishuang's foot was a little lower, and he flew out of the piano platform, landed at the original screen, and stood four or five meters away from Yu Fan.

She put the sword across her chest and said, "This sword is called 'Zhan Zhiyin', which is a middle-grade spiritual treasure. Brother Dao, be careful!"

After speaking, she bent her way forward, and Zhenyuan vomited and swept towards Yu Fan with a sword.

Her strength is already very strong, and with a great sword, the deterrence is imaginable!

Yu Fan did not dare to confront him head-on, so he pulled away quickly, and at the same time he took out a palm-sized gossip mirror from his arms.

"Fortunately I was ready earlier, otherwise it would be a big trouble today." He said intimately.

True energy is injected into the Bagua mirror, and the mirror becomes more than one foot in size, floating up and hanging behind him.

Fei Shuang raised his sword and chased after him, and the sword light spurted, and a wisp of cold mist hit her face.

Yu Fan's mind moved, and the Bagua mirror behind him shot out three feet of golden light, swallowing and dissipating the cold light.

At the same time, he made a gesture with one hand. The Samadhi True Fire floating in his chest divided into three lines of fire, turning into a fire python and wrapping it around Feishuang from the left, middle and right sides.

"What a great mirror!"

Feishuang couldn't help but say in surprise when she found that her attack had dissipated invisible.

When the fire python appeared, she was calm and calm. When she shook her jade hand, a jade bracelet appeared on her left wrist. She was immediately covered by cold mist, and her figure became blurred.

The fire python hit the ice fog formed by the magic weapon, making a "hissing" sound, but it did not cause any substantial damage.

"This is the Tianwei Bagua Mirror, and it is also a medium-grade spiritual treasure." Yu Fan explained.

The real fire of the natal body expands into a brilliant golden color, forming a three-petal flower.

One of the petals fell down and separated out, rising to a size of one meter in the wind, and instantly burned the surrounding gauze curtains, tables and other objects to ashes.

The golden flame petals rolled towards the flying frost.

Feishuang felt the amazing heat emitted by the flames and did not dare to resist with the "Mist Dew Ice Frost Bracelet". She waved the spiritual sword to "slash Zhiyin", and instantly shot out more than ten cold fog sword energy.

There was a constant sound of hissing.

Driven by Feishuang's unreserved true energy, the cold sword energy forced Yu Fan's samadhi golden flame petals back.

Several strands of sword energy penetrated out, leaving bottomless pits on the wall.

"What a sharp sword move!"

Yu Fan said in surprise.

He was originally worried that Samadhi Jin Yan would be too domineering and would hurt the woman, but now it seems that he is too worried.

He no longer retained it, the flames swayed in the sky, and the remaining two petals flew out and turned into a size of one foot.

Three huge petals surrounded from three directions, and the huge heat had already ignited and burned most of the things in the room.

The air is distorted by high heat, and the ice mist around Feishuang's body is also compressed and contracted and gradually dissipated.

Seeing the petals surrounding, the flying frost retreated without any retreat.

She bit her lower lip, stretched her heart, and gently slashed her index finger on the blade of the sword of Slash Zhiyin, leaving a few drops of blood.

The sword instantly absorbed her blood and a large amount of true energy. The light on the sword blade was shining, and the cold air grew a little stronger.

"Slay Zhiyin, go!"

Feishuang knew that even if she shed more blood, she might not be able to suppress all the true fire of Samadhi, so she chose to take risks.

As her light shout fell, the sword of Zhan Zhiyin took her 40% true energy and turned into a cold light and flew out!

puff!

The flame petals were penetrated instantly. The flying sword casts no less and takes Yu Fan's right arm to control the fire!

"So fast!"

The flying sword was extremely fast, and Yu Fan had no time to escape in a hurry, so he could only activate the Bagua Mirror with all his strength to defend.

A misty golden light came out from the Bagua mirror, and a half-meter-sized Tai Chi diagram condensed in front of him, blocking it before the flying sword.

puff

The flying sword pierced the Tai Chi diagram, and its speed dropped sharply by 70%, but it continued to move forward.

Taking advantage of this moment of delay, Yu Fan moved away from his position.

With a swish, the flying sword flew past him and penetrated into the wall behind him, without any trace.

Although he did not directly stab him, the sharp sword light still cut off his clothes and left a very shallow wound on his right upper arm.

Moreover, the wound was soon frozen to purple, and many blood-colored ice crystals condensed.

"I was actually injured..."

He couldn't believe it.

I have been practicing in Taoism for more than ten years and have fought with others for countless times. This is the first time I have been injured and seen blood.

And it is also protected by the medium-grade spiritual treasure Bagua mirror!

This woman named Feishuang is more than twice as powerful as Lin Duantian!

In case, he endured the pain on his arms and continued to manipulate the flames to complete the encirclement, wrapping Feishuang up.

The terrifying high temperature forms a closed space, and the heat inside is no less than that under a volcano!

"Stop! I'm defeated."

A few seconds after the flames surrounded, Yu Fan heard Feishuang's rapid voice.

Under the burning fire of the true fire, she could only activate the fog and frost bracelet with all her strength to resist, and resist at a speed of more than ten times the true energy consumption to ensure that she is not burned to death.

But she couldn't last long for such a speed of true energy consumption, so she could only admit defeat.

Yu Fan did not hesitate. As soon as he heard her voice, he immediately put away the Samadhi Jinyan, took back the flame petals, and took the true fire of the natal world into his mouth.

Although she was injured by her flying sword, Yu Fan knew in his heart that the sword she had just tried to help her, and there was no intention to kill him. Otherwise, the flying sword would have pointed to it, but his right arm, but his head.

If Feishuang doesn't kill him, he won't kill him.

After the flames dissipated, Yu Fan saw Fei Shuang panting, and the white clothes on his body were soaked with sweat at some point.

Most of her magic power was used to the sword and the remaining power was almost used to activate magic weapons to resist the heat. At this time, the true energy was in deficit and even standing was a little reluctant.

"Are you okay?"

Yu Fan covered his injured right arm and circulated his true energy to evacuate the cold energy from the wound, and walked towards Feishuang.

Feishuang dripped sweat from her delicate chin, gasped in her small mouth, looked up at him, and replied: "Of course there is no..."

Before she could express the word "未" she suddenly felt exhausted.

Then his eyes turned dark and he fell softly.
Chapter completed!