Between Ningtian's hesitation, Xueer and Youer have already started fighting.
Icicles and swords collide with each other, and the shock wave of broken ice floats around.
At the same time, Xueer and Youer's swords collided violently, causing sparks everywhere.
Xueer and Youer's eyes, between sparks, fought fiercely with each other.
"You will die today." Xueer said harshly.
Youer was cold looking at Xueer, suddenly looking at Xueer with poor eyes, and shook her head.
"Why are you shaking your head?"
Xueer asked doubtfully.
"I can feel it. Your heart is sad, which is why I say you are poor."
Youer looked at Xueer said calmly.
When Xueer heard this, her cold face became angry.
"Die!"
Xueer's sword exploded in an instant, and countless pieces of ice flew to Youer. Youer hurriedly retreated and cut the pieces of ice with his sword.
However, there was too much broken ice and Youer was still injured, bleeding from several parts of her arm and neck.