Dou Po: After dressing as Xiao Yan's sister, I was favored by the group

"Ice Goddess! Interesting, this girl didn't expect to have such a nickname."

Elder Su Qian stroked his beard, seeming to be interested.

The elders of the arena at the side came to Elder Su Qianda and said something in Elder Su Qianda's ear, and Elder Su Qianda suddenly laughed without any scruples.

This surprised the elders of Arena, who had never seen Elder Su Qianda lose his composure before. The elders of Arena turned to Elder Qing for advice. Elder Qing spread his hands, expressing that he did not know.

Qin Lang on the stage stabilized his figure, and the fiery gun in his hand drew a long gun mark on the ring. Wherever the gun mark passed, there were traces of flames.

"You are really strong." This was the first sentence Qin Lang said after he stood firm, and it was also the greatest affirmation to Xiao Xue.

Holding the Frost Sword in her hand, Xiao Xue put her backhand behind her back, and smiled calmly: "You are also very strong, it seems that your progress has not been small in the past few months."

Qin Lang shook his head and smiled wryly: "But facing you, I suddenly feel that my progress is nothing. I really don't know if I am not diligent enough or you are too perverted?"

The corner of Xiao Xuewen's mouth smiled very charmingly. In fact, he had to thank Hailao for all this, otherwise how could he control Bing like this?

Especially the understanding of his own ice attribute, Xiao Xue swung his Frost Sword.

"Leave this question to yourself to think about. Now our question is who can stand up and step down."

The tip of the Frost Sword exudes a white icy mist, just like the icy mist that emerges from ice cubes under liquid nitrogen.

"You're right." Qin Lang was holding a musket in his hand, his eyes were still sharp, and he was not discouraged by the fact that his fighting skills were broken just now, but he had a posture of getting stronger as he fought.

Xiao Xue held a sword flower, tapped her toes lightly, her body was like a flying swallow, and attacked Qin Lang.

Qin Lang waved the Flame Gun in his hand to block, the collision of the Frost Sword and the Flame Gun was the collision of ice and fire.

The Frost Sword slashed across the barrel of the Blazing Gun, and the barrel of the Blazing Gun instantly had a layer of ice left by the erosion of ice.

Qin Lang clearly saw Xiao Xue's figure passing in front of his eyes, turned around and stood with his sword in his hands, his clothes fluttering, Qin Lang's left foot was forward, his legs were bowed.

The two are on the field, you come and go, every collision between the fire gun and the frost sword is to determine the outcome of the game.

Qin Lang never imagined that the Frost Sword, which is obviously light and light, also has the momentum of opening and closing.

In the blow just now, the Frost Sword was as heavy as a thousand catties, and the Frost Sword was like a giant knife weighing a thousand catties slashed on the Fiery Spear. Qin Lang tried his best to meet it.

Cracks appeared in the ring under the feet under the gravity, and even the ring under the feet was shaken to pieces, and small stones were born like that.

Qin Lang's legs were bent, and the sweat on his forehead kept oozing out, one drop after another, rolling down on the ground. The temperature of the ground instantly evaporated the sweat, and turned into small white gas that floated into the air.

The Frost Sword firmly suppressed the Fiery Spear. It seemed that this blow was enough to destroy Qin Lang's will to fight. So far, Xiao Xue has not taken the initiative to use any fighting skills against Qin Lang.

Already able to suppress Qin Lang, Qin Lang watched the Frost Sword go down bit by bit, but his Fiery Spear seemed to be struggling under the gravity of the Frost Sword.

At this time, Qin Lang's body was covered by a layer of grudge, his hands holding the fiery gun were already bent, and the Frost Sword was only an inch away from Qin Lang's head.

Qin Lang could clearly feel the icy aura coming from the Frost Sword, and those pair of moving eyes appeared in front of him, and Xiao Xue's girlish aura rushed towards him.

There is a voice in Qin Lang's heart: I can't just lose like this.

Suddenly Qin Lang yelled loudly, burning the fighting energy in his body, with the help of fighting energy, Qin Lang's strength was obviously much stronger.

Qin Lang waved upwards fiercely, and the fiery gun wrapped in a huge fighting spirit attacked like a fire dragon. Xiao Xue retracted the Frost Sword, retreated quickly, turned a few times in the air, and then landed slowly and steadily.

Xiao Xue's attack just now was just a tentative attack, wanting to know whether Qin Lang really lost his fighting spirit.

Qin Lang's slightly pale face and the trace of disorder in his breath after repelling Xiao Xue all showed a problem. Qin Lang had already spent a lot of battle energy.

The people in the stands didn't understand, Xiao Xue had already suppressed Qin Lang, why didn't he quickly defeat Qin Lang?

"I'm afraid my little sister is playing with it."

Xiao Yan said to himself, with Xiao Xue's personality, she doesn't really like any one-hit special moves, unless it's the kind of life-stricken time, for such a match, Xiao Xue enjoys the experience it brings and fun.

"Or maybe sister Xue'er deliberately showed weakness. After all, this is only the first match, and the subsequent matches will become more and more difficult."

Xiao Xun'er has a different opinion.

"I'm glad she's my sister now, otherwise I'll be tricked by her."

Xiao Yan showed a hint of cunning, Xiao Xun'er covered her mouth and smiled: "Brother Xiao Yan, are you not afraid that I will tell Sister Xue'er that you speak ill of her behind her back?"

"Uh, Xun'er, how can this be a bad word? I'm just praising my sister."

Xiao Yan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, saying that what he said just now was really praising Xiao Xue.

You can't wrong him at will, Xiao Xun'er's charming smile is also infectious.

Qin Lang didn't think that way, Xiao Xue just stood still, and Qin Lang quickly waved the fiery gun in his hand.

She actually used the pebbles under her feet just now as an attacking weapon. Xiao Xue saw a lot of pebbles engulfed in a gust of wind, not to mention the burning flames attached to those pebbles.

It seems that I don't know much about this Qin Lang.

Xiao Xue's Frost Sword held a sword flower, forming a vortex of ice, and all the flying pebbles were sucked into the vortex.

Xiao Xue could clearly see that Qin Lang's Fiery Spear was already in front of him.

Compared with the previous battle experience, Qin Lang seems to have a lot more experience, knowing when to attack is more advantageous to him.

Xiao Xue lowered her waist, her upper body was parallel to the ring, and the tip of the Blazing Gun passed an inch above Xiao Xue's nose.

Xiao Xue didn't stop either, and with a swipe of the Frost Sword in her hand, the Fiery Gun was stripped from its original trajectory.

Taking advantage of the power of the ring on the toes of the trend, the body retreated backwards, and at the same time, a phantom of an ice sword pierced through the void.

The target is of course Qin Lang. Qin Lang wanted to take advantage of the victory to chase after him, but saw an ice sword coming towards him.

Qin Lang was shocked, and he did a continuous backflip. The ice sword just now landed on the place where Qin Lang was standing less than one meter away. When the ice sword fell, the surrounding arena was instantly covered with a layer of ice.

Qin Lang was stunned, this coherent action was completed in an instant, from defense to attack was just a short moment.

Especially his own feet were also sealed by the spreading ice.

Qin Lang didn't have time to think about it, the musket was like an ice layer, the ice layer broke open, turned into countless ice particles and flew away.