Both worlds are like dreams

Xue Huang's eyes turned cold, and she held the Frost Sword horizontally, blocking Lan Ruofeng's attack. However, the Ruofeng sword energy he carried still cut through her forearm like a knife, blood oozed out, and pain followed, but Xue Huang ignored it.

Lan Ruofeng's swordsmanship is extremely high. Compared with his current strength, he is indeed better.

The reason why he interrupted his offensive and suppressed his Seven Killing Sword Intent was because he had seen that the continuously accumulated sword power of the Seven Killing Sword was unstoppable.

However, she remained calm. She waved the sword in her hand, and the falling snowflakes around her seemed to stop suddenly, and then kept growing, starting to freeze from stars, and countless flying knives flashing with coldness appeared in an instant, like countless hidden weapons.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Prince Xiyue was extremely shocked.

Fu Yunshen was also stunned, "I have never heard of this before."

This move shocked everyone present, only Mo Yunchen's cold eyes had a hint of meaning. His Ice Art could also suppress the opponent with cold air, but it couldn't do it to this extent.

The Snow Phoenix's powerful inner strength controlled countless icy blades, all of which were directed towards Lan Ruofeng.

Lan Ruofeng's face changed, and he immediately waved the sword in his hand, stirring up the clear wind in the sky to turn it into a sword to block the countless flying snow blades of Xue Huang.

"No matter how sharp the snowflakes are, they can only drift with the wind." Lan Ruofeng said coldly.

Xue Huang glanced at him and said, "You talk a lot."

"You?!" Lan Ruofeng twitched his mouth, and the sword in his hand became more and more unstoppable. If the wind was angry, it would be unstoppable.

Xue Huang only felt that the sword intent in front of her was sweeping towards her like a mountain pressing down on her head. Under this pressure, her internal organs seemed to be churning. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood gushed out, slid down the corner of her mouth to the ground, and instantly condensed into ice.

Lan Ruofeng struck forward again, and the sword in Xue Huang's hand shattered. Her body flew backwards, and the extremely sharp sword edge stabbed towards her throat.

Gu Qinglan, who had been watching the fight, was so nervous that he stood up without caring about his injuries. He saw an icicle leaping out from behind the Snow Phoenix. He reached out and grabbed it as the Snow Phoenix flew past, then used the force to spin around and avoid the sword.

Then, she condensed the Frost Sword in her hand again, tapped the ground with her toes to steady her body, turned around and stabbed directly into Lan Ruofeng's heart.

She was extremely fast, like a ghost, disappearing in a flash.

Lan Ruofeng's pupils shrank sharply and he quickly stepped back to avoid Xue Huang's attack.

Xue Huang did not give up. The long sword in her hand kept spinning, and each move was a fatal attack. Each sword carried a strong killing intent, as if to put him to death. Wherever the cold air reached, it was frozen, and the entire Xuanyuan Terrace was covered with ice and snow.

Although her sword intent was not as domineering as Wei Yunzhou's, it was chilling to the bone, as if one was in a world of ice and snow.

Lan Ruofeng's face was a little pale. The strength of this girl had exceeded his expectations. Up to now, he had used up almost 90% of his internal strength.

But he would never admit defeat. How could he, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, lose to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl? If the news got out, how would his Heavenly Sword Sect maintain its reputation?

Lan Ruofeng raised his sword again, and the third level of the Ruofeng Sword Technique, the Autumn Wind Realm, danced out. Compared with the second level of the Sudden Rain Realm, his sword intent also became extremely desolate, like fallen leaves drifting, and wanderers without clothes, which made people unable to help but feel a surge of grief.

This is an understanding of kendo, and more like a lament for life, like falling leaves in the autumn wind, bleak and sad.

This feeling made Xue Huang's heart tremble. This was the essence of Lan Ruofeng's Autumn Wind Realm Sword Technique. Her eyes gradually became blurred, as if she was trapped in a field of fallen leaves in the autumn wind. It seemed as if she saw yellow leaves falling all over the sky. She felt inexplicably sad.

"Concentrate!" Xue Huang heard these two words suddenly, and she reacted in an instant. But at this time, Lan Ruofeng's sword moves were getting faster and faster, like a thousand horses galloping and roaring. Every strike contained infinite murderous intent, as if to tear the opponent into pieces. In an instant, it was in front of her. Although she woke up in time and reacted quickly to resist, it was still too late.

Xue Huang was severely injured in an instant, with more than a dozen cuts on her body by the sword energy. Then her body slid several steps away. She barely inserted the sword in her hand into the ground to use the resistance to stabilize her body.

Xue Huang supported herself on one knee with the sword in her hand. The pain in her lungs was unbearable, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. The wounds on her body also continued to bleed, staining her clothes red. The blood on her left arm flowed down her wrist and dripped onto the ground, forming red plum blossoms.

She frowned, thinking back to Lan Ruofeng's Autumn Wind Realm sword intent, which had such strange moves.

At this time, the Crown Prince of Xiyue stood up and said, "This competition has already opened our eyes. Why not stop here?"

Lan Ruofeng glanced at him and said nothing.

Xue Huang stood up and pointed her sword at Lan Ruofeng, obviously refusing to recognize him.

It was Wei Yunzhou and Gu Qinglan who risked their lives to consume Lan Ruofeng's internal energy, which forced Lan Ruofeng to use almost all her strength to have this chance of winning, so she would never give up so easily!

\"Little girl, I admire your persistence, but is it really worth it?\" Lan Ruofeng asked.

"Senior, you are the leader of a sect. Is it worth it to risk your own reputation by distorting the rules of the competition?" Xue Huang asked indifferently.

This sentence expressed the thoughts of everyone in Beiling. They were obviously members of the Xiyue delegation and the prince's teacher. They just had to go on the battlefield. Why did they keep saying that life and death had nothing to do with diplomatic relations? They were really bullying others by taking advantage of their power.

Lan Ruofeng sneered, "You can't win against me just by talking fast."

"Of course, I'm not interested in verbal disputes."

"How many more sword moves can you make?" Lan Ruofeng asked.

"One sword is enough." Xue Huang said.

Lan Ruofeng's expression turned cold, "How about we decide the outcome with one sword? With one sword, life and death are determined by fate."

"Okay." Xue Huang said.

Lan Ruofeng growled, tightened the sword in his hand, and attacked Xue Huang again.

This time, his sword intent was filled with murderous intent, and the wind around him turned into invisible sharp blades all over the sky, as if carrying the momentum of a hundred thousand wind and thunder, bound to destroy everything in front of him. Flags and curtains that were closer were directly cut off by the wind, and even people were expelled.

This is the fourth level of Ruofeng Sword Technique, the Cold Wind Realm. The sword intent is as cold as the wind, like the snowstorm blowing from the top of a mountain, and its murderous intent is extremely chilling.

"Master is angry." Prince Xiyue frowned and looked at Xuehuang, "Miss Xuehuang, admit defeat."

"This is my last sword," Lan Ruofeng said, "If you don't retreat, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Gu Qinglan could no longer sit still and wanted to go on stage again with sword in hand.

Xue Huang noticed his actions and signaled Mo Ruilin to stop him. Then she stuck the sword in her hand into the ground and closed her eyes. Her slender figure looked very fragile in the cold wind.

Everyone was shocked. What was she doing? Was she going to give up?