I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

cold!

Extreme coldness swept around in an instant.

It was as if everything was about to freeze.

Even Ning Ruan's five spiritual swords were quickly covered with frost at this time.

Ning Ruan has seen many ice-type cultivators.

But I've never seen anyone who can use the ice element to this extent.

This is simply not something that can be achieved through cultivation.

Ning Ruan looked at the iron pan in her hand.

Just in case, she chose the latter between the iron pot and the magic weapon.

So when frost had already condensed on her skin, she entered the interior space of the magic weapon without hesitation.

At this moment, the female general and the powerful Feather Clan members who were fighting fiercely in the distance all stopped.

He cast a puzzled look over here.

But in just a moment, the confusion on the Feather Clan cultivator's face was replaced by anger.

"Damn it! If anything happens to my Feather Clan's destiny, I will kill Ning Ruan one day and bury him with him!"

The female general sneered without any courtesy, "My human destiny can die, but your feathered destiny cannot die?"

"A destiny born with the power of blood is indeed good, but he died at the hands of Ning Ruan with the cultivation level of the initial stage of the thirteenth realm. This only proves that your Feather Clan's destiny is still not strong enough."

"What's the use of impotent rage?"

The strong men of the Feather Clan were speechless.

I can only attack with all my might.

And the other side.

Bai Yi was spitting blood from his mouth, his face was pale, but he was smiling.

He looked around and saw everything was covered in frost.

Human monk.

Feather Clan monk.

Various spiritual weapons.

Even the natural elemental spiritual power in the air is no exception.

The power of ice swept across all beings within the range.

Whether it is a dead object.

Still a living thing.

But soon he stopped laughing.

Because Ning Ruan...is missing!

He was standing right in front of me just now.

Suddenly the person disappeared.

He raised his head with difficulty.

The five long swords above his head are still there.

The sword formation can no longer function.

The five long swords that were one of his main targets were all covered in ice.

Bai Yi watched coldly, gritting his teeth and spitting out a word: "Break!"

The five long swords remained unchanged.

He was breathing heavily, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak.

The light of the golden mark above the head gradually dimmed, as if it would go out at any time.

He didn't give up and spat out another word towards the five swords, "Break!"

The long sword remained unchanged.

The five long swords were not damaged at all.

"No...how is this possible?"

"How can it be okay?"

"break!"

"break!"

"break!"

After three consecutive sounds, the mark on his forehead completely dimmed.

Bai Yi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible! Ning Ruan? Ning Ruan!"

He roared like a madman.

"puff--"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I'm coming."

The girl's clear voice came from behind him.

Bai Yi turned around suddenly.

Ning Ruan, who had suddenly disappeared just now, was holding an iron pot and looking at him with a smile.

"That just now... was really powerful. Can you do it again?"

Ning Ruan asked seriously.

Bai Yi: “…”

He gasped for breath, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ning Ruan, "Just now... there was no spiritual power fluctuation... you..."

Ning Ruan raised her hand.

The five long swords suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The ice covering the sword began to crumble inch by inch.

Five swords flew over at the same time.

Stop in front of her.

"You want to know?" Ning Ruan smiled and blinked, "I won't tell you."

The words fell.

She casually extended her index finger and pointed lightly at Bai Yi, "Go."

A crimson sword light suddenly shot out.

At such a distance, Bai Yi didn't even have time to activate his defensive spiritual weapon before the sword light pierced through his chest.

At this moment, he seemed unable to feel any pain.

The only thing he was aware of was that he didn't understand why Ning Ruan suddenly disappeared.

Why is her natal flying sword still intact?

"go."

Ning Ruan gently tapped her index finger again.

The remaining four sword lights flew out together.

Bai Yi could only look at the girl in front of him with a faint smile in despair and unwillingness.

"Why……"

"for……"

The words have not yet fallen.

He eventually lost all consciousness.

Staring eyes.

The body drooped limply.

Ning Ruan raised his hand again and retracted the five flying swords.

The spirit-binding rope in his hand flew out.

Bai Yi's body was tied up in an instant.

He then skillfully took out the storage space sensor made by the eldest brother.

Plunder the opponent clean.

Only then did he retract the soul-binding rope and let the other person's body fall.

After all, it is the destiny of the Feather Clan.

Upon seeing this, the Feather Clan monks rushed forward to catch the other's body.

Ning Ruan didn't care.

She flew to the group of human monks covered in frost below.

Although Bai Yi is dead, everything covered by his frost has not disappeared yet.

"They are beyond help."

The Thirteenth Realm Team also approached here at some point.

The speaker was Lu Ming, a peak summoner at the thirteenth level of the Royal Academy.

Li Ningjing also said, "It seems there's really no hope. Although they're not dead yet, this ice is unusual. Breaking it forcibly would damage their heart meridians. Unless there are several extremely powerful light-type spiritualists here... they might be able to save them if they work together."

Ying Yichun, a Light School disciple from Qingyun Academy, scratched his head. "But on the battlefield, there seems to be only one Light School senior this strong, and he seems to be with the vanguard in the Small Remnant Realm."

Mu Yiqiu looked at Ning Ruan, "Can she be saved?"

"Should be okay, right?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes and looked at the rest of the team, "You guys help break the ice."

Li Ningjing said: "I am a fire element, breaking the ice is not difficult, but what about them?"

Ning Ruan didn't say much.

He took out more than a dozen jade bottles with a flick of his hand.

"Here is a spiritual liquid made from a substance of extreme fire, which can resist the cold that erodes the heart meridians. There is also a spiritual essence that can directly protect the heart meridians. I don't know the name, but it tastes very good."

"Can this save you?"

"If that's not enough, I have other options. You can try them all."

Ning Ruan said this and was about to take out more.

After all, these people suffered because of her influence.

Since it can be saved, of course we should try to save it.

"No, no need!" Li Ningjing's voice trembled, "That's enough, that's enough!"

This is a battlefield!

Is it reasonable to take out so many treasures with just a flick of the hand?