Pinnacle Crazy Concubine: Gold Summoner

Chapter 184 If (4)

Knowing that Yun Xiange is a combination of water and fire, Pan Yu'e practiced soft sword hard.

The advantage of spiritual power attacks lies in long-distance attacks, while soft swords are good at melee attacks.Yun Xiange couldn't use her spiritual power, so she was naturally not her opponent.

As for Yun Xiange's clone illusion, she guaranteed that Yun Xiange would never be able to use it.

Pan Yu'e glanced at the iron chain where Yun Xiange was lying, and the arc of her mouth kept rising.

Seeing that Pan Yu'e's sword tip had touched her ankle and was about to hurt her skin, Yun Xiange grabbed the iron chain with her backhand and quickly retracted her feet. Her whole body was suspended in the air relying only on the strength of her hands.

Seeing this scene, Pan Yu'e's eyes became more joyful, and the soft sword danced imperceptibly, slashing at Yun Xiange's hand one after another, trying to force Yun Xiange down.

Everyone in the audience looked at Yun Xiange who was hanging on a swing in the air, unable to fight back, and each of them clenched their fists nervously.

At this moment, Yun Xiange's body swung violently in the air, and hooked the iron chain where Pan Yu'e was on with her toes. A kite turned over, and the three-color dagger quickly slashed towards Pan Yu'e's leg.

The iron chain under Pan Yu'e's feet swayed with Yun Xiange's movements.

Pan Yu'e was taken aback, and subconsciously jumped onto the iron rope that Yun Xiange was standing on before, and suddenly felt a slight pain in the soles of her feet.

Pan Yu'e's face turned pale, her legs trembled uncontrollably.

The iron chain that Yun Xiange was standing on had been tampered with by her, and there were poisonous needles as thin as a cow's hair on it.

As soon as this kind of poison comes into contact with the human body, it will quickly spread along the skin or meridians, paralyzing people's nerves, causing the aura to slacken, making it impossible to attack.

Just now Yun Xiange not only stood up, but also lay down on it, she must have been poisoned, as long as he persisted for a while, he would definitely be able to throw her off the chain.

Although she was stabbed by the poisonous needle now, she had already taken the antidote before, so she should be fine.

Thinking about it, Pan Yu'e stabilized her mind and body.

Yun Xiange smiled coldly, and continued to hang upside down. With the momentum of the swing, the three-color dagger in his hand slashed fiercely on the iron chain where Pan Yu'e was standing.

Pan Yu'e suddenly panicked.

This iron chain not only has poisonous needles on it, but it is far from being as strong as it looks on the surface. If Yun Xiange goes all out, she will definitely fall.

Seeing Yun Xiange swinging towards him, Pan Yu'e quickly used the soft sword, entangled the iron chain that Yun Xiange was hanging upside down, and with the power of the soft sword, also climbed up.

"You lasted long enough." Pan Yu'e looked upside down at Yun Xiange with a mocking light in her eyes.

Her strenuous exercise just now will only increase the volatilization of toxicity.

Yun Xiange smiled lightly: "I will definitely last longer than you imagined."

Pan Yu'e chuckled disdainfully, and was about to stand on the iron rope, but saw a sharp and transparent ice pick condensed from Yun Xiange's right hand, stabbing towards her face.

"Do you still remember the feeling of being pierced by my ice sword last time?" Yun Xiange's light voice followed like a shadow.

Pan Yu'e trembled all over.

Being pierced by Yun Xiange's ice sword was the last nightmare she wanted to recall.But the bone-piercing coldness repeatedly appeared in her dreams, making her sweat profusely every time.

No, she can't make the same mistakes again!

Today, she wants to let her sword pierce Yun Xiange's body, so that she can also feel the coldness of despair.

Pan Yu'e thought about it, twisted her body, and quickly climbed onto the iron chain.

Yun Xiange's ice sword fell to nothing, but he was not in a hurry. He turned his head and slashed, and the ice sword brushed Pan Yu'e's thigh lightly.

Pan Yu'e snorted coldly, "You think you are the only one who can condense ice swords?"

(End of this chapter)