It was even more intense than the surprise when he saw Yaoyao being the Spirit Lord just now, because he felt the same aura as him in Murong Ningyue.

He has always been obsessed with swords. Swords are the thing he is most proud of. If it comes to strength, there may be many people who are stronger than him, but when it comes to the realm of swordsmanship, he has absolute confidence, but now he feels threatened in Murong Ningyue.

At this time, Murong Ningyue was motionless like a statue, her delicate face was covered with coldness and solemnity, and the icebreaking in her hand was shining with a faint blue light, as if she was about to burst out and take out her life in the next moment.

Wuming narrowed his eyes and the sword intent flowed around him. He was looking for Murong Ningyue's flaws. As long as there was a trace of flaw, his long sword would take advantage of the situation, but he was disappointed.

Murong Ningyue has no flaws!

Wuming could no longer hold back, and a cold light flashed by, and the light pierced Murong Ningyue's face like lightning. Murong Ningyue seemed to have not realized it. It was not until the tip of the sword was about to stab her that she blocked the icebreaker in her hand. In the eyes of others, Wuming took the lead in attacking. Murong Ningyue hurriedly resisted, but Wuming's heart was filled with storm.

She simply knew where her sword was about to stab, and Biaobing had been waiting in advance!

After Murong Ningyue blocked Wuming's sword, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and also stabbed Wuming. The sword was light and had neither strength nor speed, but Wuming just felt like he had nowhere to hide. He only felt that he was in the center of the storm, surrounded by fierce sword intent, which hurt his skin.

"You won!"

Wuming finally couldn't bear such pressure and screamed. Murong Ningyue's icebreaking was only one centimeter away from Wuming's throat at this time. If Wuming had been slowing down for a moment, he would be in a different place.

"How did you do it? How did you practice such a sword intent?"

Wuming was not grateful for escaping from death. He had long put life and death aside. In his eyes, there was only that sword. At this moment, he only wanted to know how Murong Ningyue had developed a sword intent that was stronger than him.

Murong Ningyue put away the icebreaker and said proudly: "I heard that you even forgot your name to practice swords. You are extremely stupid. Do you think that being addicted to swords means forgetting everything? The ruthless sword will never beat the ruthless sword!"

Wuming's face suddenly became dull, and countless thoughts rolled by in his heart. After a long time, he finally replied, clasped his fists at Murong Ningyue and said, "I've been taught!" After that, he left, leaving only a lonely figure.

"Next!"

Seeing Wuming retreating, Murong Ningyue stood on the ring and said loudly. At this time, she was like a female god of war, majestic, with arrogant domineering and arrogant.

Mei Niang slowly walked onto the ring, but she no longer had the calmness of the first time. When she saw Murong Ningyue's peerless face, she felt a wave of frustration. This was the first time she was so lacking in confidence in her appearance.

"You are Murong Ningyue?" Mei Niang asked carefully with a frown.

"Yes, I am!" Murong Ningyue didn't know why Mei Niang asked this, but she still replied firmly.
Chapter completed!