The wind blows gently, and the fallen leaves all over the sky fade away with the wind. The cold wind kills, and the fallen leaves can be heard. The two figures emit a burst of air pressure, and the eyes are like swords when confrontation.

Sheila's dark purple hair fluttered in the wind, her bangs swept in front of her, her delicate facial features were brilliant, her lavender eyes showed laziness and arrogance, her straight nose bridge, and her stubborn eyebrows were raised high.

Sheila danced a sword flower and put the sword into the sheath. "Have your grandfather promised you to take the risk?"

"Yeah, but it will take some time. Today I want to compete with you, but I have never had a chance."

The cold wind turned the double daggers in his hand to find the best feeling. His smooth and fair face was cold and handsome, his thin lips were tightly closed, and the angular outline of his face looked so charming.

The transparent ear drill on the right ear is shining with a cold light, making people feel noble and indifferent. The short blue hair is gently whispered by the wind, and the fine bangs on the forehead have just dropped above the eyes, and the dark and deep eyes are full of charming colors.

"Haha, by chance, I have this intention, just take it as a test for the adventure team, let me see where you should be given." Sheila said confidently, and the two swords that had just been sheathed were unsheathed again, and vigorous momentum gushed out.

Han Feng was extremely excited when he saw Sheila's fighting spirit, and he turned his two daggers several times in his hand.

Han Feng flapped his arms, and he rushed forward, and his body flashed in front of Sheila. He took Sheila's throat and face with her two daggers. He showed the true nature of a wanderer, showing no mercy, and was inseparable from the key points. As long as he hit, he was either dead or injured.

Sheila's two swords casually held the cold wind's two daggers, and the red and green fighting spirit lights continued to collide in the martial arts field.

The power of Han Feng's double daggers was obviously insufficient. Although he used the unique dagger technique, he still could not shake Sheila's figure, which only caused Sheila a little trouble.

Sheila is worthy of being the strongest master of the younger generation among all the mercenaries in the city of Late Winter, and soon adapted to the attack method of cold wind.

When Han Feng met a master like Sheila, the rhythm that was originally under control gradually became unbalanced. Two long swords hit the short dagger in Han Feng's hand, which made Han Feng's hand tremble a little.

Sheila was actually a little surprised. Han Feng attacked just right every time, and he always hit the center of his sword.

There was also the unique dagger technique, which even he felt a little tricky. He suffered a little loss at the beginning. Fortunately, Sheila's basic skills were solid enough, otherwise he might not be able to suppress the cold wind.

Han Feng sighed, increased the output of Dou Qi, and slowly began to find the feeling of controlling the dagger. The dagger technique of light and heavy attack appeared from time to time, slowly disrupting Sheila's rhythm.

Sheila was speechless about Han Feng's dagger technique, which would have a great impact on her psychology, body technique, and sword technique.

Sheila has more and more flaws. Hanfeng even made several holes on Sheila's clothes, but Hanfeng has only more.

"Do!" A continuous sound of metallic attack echoed in the martial arts field, and the cold wind was shaken back a few steps.

"I'm going to use my fighting skills, I'm so uncomfortable!" Sheila waved her two swords impatiently, as if adjusting her sword-waving feel. "Wow! A sneak attack!"

"Please gather together according to my will and form a magic ice hockey; please burst out infinite power according to my needs and disperse into endless blades. Ice explosion!"

As soon as Sheila spoke, Han Feng's ice magic took the lead. As the battle escalated, Han Feng could not help it anymore.

Han Feng's speed of chanting the mantra was almost completed in the blink of an eye. By the time Sheila reacted, the magic ice hockey was already on the verge of launch.

Countless ice crystal fragments flew out in front of Xila, drew gullies on the ground. It was hard to imagine what the consequences would be if they hit him, but then a scene that made Han Feng dumbfounded.

Sheila's two long swords kept swinging at an extremely fast speed. Each sword could shoot down several ice crystals, just like countless swords attacking at the same time. A sword wall was formed in front of Sheila, and no ice crystal broke through Sheila's sword wall.

This was the first time Han Feng saw someone cracking the ice explosion like this, and he was inevitably a little surprised. Sheila had already offset the impact of the ice explosion and bullied her.

"The vortex of the anger flame!" Sheila's fighting skills were angry, and the fiery red fighting flames rose into the sky. Sheila's whole body merged into the vortex and began to rotate around the cold wind. The cold wind in the center of the flame was occasionally attacked by swords from all directions.

Sheila's anger has even crystallized the ground of the martial arts field. You can imagine how cold wind feels. If this continues, cold wind will undoubtedly fail.

Four ice walls suddenly appeared, surrounding the cold wind. They temporarily resisted Sheila's attack.

At this moment, the face of a mercenary group viewer was clearly reflected in the ice crystal, with nervousness on his face, full of concentration and anxiety overflowing with anxiety. Tension and shock combined. As soon as his face twitched slightly, the ice crystal gradually scattered with his nervous mood.

The ice wall only delayed for a moment and then dissipated. A moment was enough for the speed of the chanting of the cold wind.

"The water element located in the clouds condenses into ice. Please put me as the center to lower your and my cold anger and extinguish the enemy's vigorous vitality. Frost Storm!" This is the first time that the cold wind has used the "Frost Storm" in actual combat. The sky slowly snowed, and the snow became heavier and heavier, and it turned into fist-sized hail. The ice and snow melted rapidly when it encountered flames.

The sound of "Shit!" was endless, and a large stream of steam spread around. The people around the martial arts field could no longer see the duel between the two inside.

Suddenly, the cold wind bounced out of the water vapor with several backflips, and it was covered in water. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or water condensed by water vapor.

Two consecutive green crosses flashed in front of the cold wind's chest, "Green light raid!" "Cross Judgment" A green light rising into the sky was dazzling, and the green cross marks quickly collided with Sheila in the steam.

"Fire Dragon Diamond!" A red dragon head was rotating against the sharp corner above the head, facing the green cross mark in the sky and hitting it head-on. Sheila turned into the main body of the dragon head, and the two swords in her hand were the sharp corners that kept rotating and rushing upwards.

The two major fighting skills made violent collisions in the air, and the powerful airflow retreated several meters to the audience. The crowd was shouting and scolding, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Sheila actually penetrated the "Cross Judgment", turned over in the air, and the shrinking dragon head was pressing against the dragon horn and pressing down on the cold wind with force. The momentum alone had already made Han Feng feel a little uncomfortable. If this shot was implemented, Han Feng would inevitably be penetrated by Sheila's sword.

"Green light raid!" The cross mark hit the dragon's head again, and the red dragon's head dissipated, revealing the energetic Sheila inside.

After Sheila then rushed backward, she rushed forward and rushed towards Hanfeng quickly. Her swords attacked quickly like a whirlwind, and her speed was so fast that even Hanfeng could not resist it.

Sheila became more and more excited as she fought, and the cells in her body were restless. This made the cold wind bitterly. Although each of Sheila's attacks was not heavy, Sheila's sword was too fast. Although each sword slashed to a different position, it forced you to use the same position as the dagger to receive the sword.

Han Feng's forehead was sweating constantly, and the tiger's mouth was also hurt. The originally bright green fighting spirit is now a little dim. Sheila is still using some basic fighting spirit skills and sword skills from time to time. Han Feng understands that Sheila is actually showing mercy and treats herself as a sword test stone for honing her skills.

The four blades attacked again, and Hanfeng quickly retreated with the power of Sheila.

"The last move, what I understand is not perfect, let's try it." Sheila didn't chase after hearing this, and stood quietly in place, waiting and seeing.

The cold wind closed the blade and returned to the sheath, held the ice touch with both hands, and closed his eyes and carefully felt the emotions coming from the ice touch. The water elements in the surrounding air seemed a little irritable, just like boiled water, "Blublu" sounded.

Gradually, the ice touch seemed to be sounded by wind and thunder, and it was faintly like a wild beast roaring. All the ice magic power in Han Feng's body gathered on the ice touch at once, and the water elements around it seemed to be sucked away, attached to the ice touch. The ice touch was slowly covered by the frost, gathering bigger and bigger, and gradually even the cold wind was wrapped inside.

A moment later, the figure of Han Feng was lost in the martial arts field, and replaced it with an ice python that was nearly ten meters long and thicker than a person's waist. The location of the ice touch was Snake Xin, and Han Feng was the head of the python.

The ice python, nearly ten meters, swung its tail and appeared vividly, like a living creature, swinging its tail and spitting out snake letters. The ice-blue snake eyes also opened and merged from time to time.

The temperature around was dropping rapidly, and the onlookers took a breath. This was a legendary monster, Cold Ice Kyu Python, which broke through level 9. It was effortless for legendary monsters to destroy the entire mercenary group.

The ice-blue snake eyes swept across the crowd, and the crowd panicked. The godless snake eyes finally locked on Sheila, and the gray-blue snake letter stretched out at Sheila.

Sheila felt the temperature around her rapidly dropping, frowned, and looked solemn. The cold poison in her body was in a faint attack. If she could not resist this attack, the consequences would be unimaginable. The flame fighting energy suddenly increased, and a flame armor formed around her body, wrapping her whole body in the flame fighting energy.

"Roaring Frost!" Han Feng's voice came from Han Bing Kui Python's mouth. Kui Python did not attack with its huge body. Kui Python let out a roar that looked like a dragon's sound, "And!"

The entire mercenary group was shocked, and several figures soared into the sky.

The Shekou opened wide and slowly gathered a royal blue light ball in Shekou. The Han Bing Kui Python slowly began to disappear from its tail, until it reached its neck, slowly revealing the Han Feng's figure, but the snake's head no longer disappeared. The sapphire-colored light ball in the Shekou did not grow bigger, but became more and more solid, like a royal blue gem, until the entire Kui Python's body disappeared, and the sapphire-like light ball in the Shekou emitted a dazzling light.

"Go!" Han Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and his whole body was buzzing. Kui Mang's phantom appeared again in the martial arts field. The light ball in the snake's mouth turned into a thick beam of light dragging a blue light toward Sheila. Wherever the beam of light was reaching, there were ice and snowflakes floating in the air.

Sheila danced gracefully on the spot. Her swords carried a red light and left red marks in the air, like ribbons in the hand of a warrior. Slowly, the red marks wrapped all of Sheila, like a burning flame dome.

"Bang~" The two made no earth-shaking sounds. The blue light column gently passed through Sheila, continued to shoot backwards, through the crowds and buildings behind, and disappeared into the distance.

But everything touched by the light column is frozen in the crystal ice, even Sheila's flame fighting spirit, which is very strange.
Chapter completed!