Fights Break Sphere: After I became Xiao Yan's sister, I was loved by everyone

"If I say I'm not ready, will you give me more time to prepare?"

"will not."

"That's it, let's get started. I'm also looking forward to facing a truly strong enemy."

Compared to the arrogant person like Fu Ao, Qin Lang is obviously another kind of person, a mature and steady person without any blind arrogance.

It makes people feel awe, and one has to say that such an opponent is worthy.

Qin Lang's flaming gun was the color of magma, and the tip of the gun rubbed against the ground, producing sparks.

Qin Lang moved, his steps were astonishingly fast, the Fiery Spear in his hand carried a burning air wave. Xiao Xue raised the Frost Sword in her hand, and the sword body and the tip of the spear collided in the air. This was a collision of ice and fire.

Sparks flew between the sword and the tip of the gun. Qin Lang increased his strength and the tip of the gun slid along the sword. Xiao Xue used the friction between the sword and the tip of the gun to rotate her whole body, and the two exchanged positions.

Xiao Xue looked at the Frost Sword and found that a small part of the blade covered with ice had melted.

This surprised Xiao Xue greatly. This was the first time such a situation had occurred since she used the Frost Sword.

Qin Lang looked at the tip of his Fiery Gun, which was actually covered with a thin layer of ice. The two men slowly turned around, and Qin Lang gently shook the Fiery Gun, and the ice on the tip of the gun instantly fell to the ground.

I didn't expect the ice to be so powerful. It was beyond Qin Lang's imagination.

The two just looked at each other, and then rushed towards each other again. The flaming gun continued to attack various parts of Xiao Xue's body with flames. There is a saying that goes "an inch longer is an inch stronger", and perhaps it is appropriate to use it here.

Xiao Xue seldom launched attacks. Most of the time, she was defending, blocking, and avoiding the gun tips that kept coming at her.

The tip of the gun faced the tip of the sword, on one side was a ball of light blue fighting spirit, and on the other side was a ball of red flame that was burning like a raging fire.

Neither ice nor fire has ever invaded the other in the slightest; guns and swords in their hands have already departed from their original uses.

The weapons of both men left their hands at the same time, and they formed seals with their hands to exert greater fighting spirit on their weapons.

The contest between blue and red, the test of ice and fire, neither of the two different fighting spirit groups gained the upper hand on the competition stage.

The spectators in the stands were feasting their eyes, as they hadn't seen such a fight for a long time.

The more exciting the competition is on the stage, the more exciting it is for people in the stands.

Wu Hao was already lying on the railing, closely observing the collision of the two fighting energies. It had to be said that the strength of the Dou Ling was different, and it was indeed more impressive than that of the Great Dou Master.

Beads of sweat had already appeared on Xiao Xue's forehead, and they dripped onto the ground, instantly freezing into ice.

On the other side, Qin Lang was not much better. Before his sweat drops even fell, they turned into a ball of gas and disappeared into the air.

The collision of two different fighting energies, when neither had the upper hand, suddenly produced a loud sound.

A strong light flashed in the middle, and people in the stands used their arms to block the destructive power of the light.

There was a huge explosion on the stage, the sound of ice and fire bursting, and the rising smoke instantly filled the entire stage.

Xiao Xue retreated backwards, muttering something, and ice stakes appeared behind her for her to stand on.

Only then did he stop his body from sliding backwards.

Qin Lang did a 360-degree spin in the air, turned upside down, and stuck the flaming gun in his hand into the ground.

Qin Lang regained his balance with the help of the Fiery Gun.

"What happened? What was that bright light just now?"

"I don't know. The competition stage is covered in fog. Who will win or lose?"

"do not know!"

In that fog, the two men fought for several rounds, and then changed positions again.

When the fog cleared, everyone was surprised to find that their positions were different again.

Moreover, both of them had a thick layer of armor on their bodies, which were their respective fighting spirit armors.

"Look, they are all using their fighting spirit armor."

Xiao Xue looked at a scratch on her left shoulder, and a trace of blood was oozing out of the scratch.

It was very painful with a burning sensation.

Qin Lang looked at the wound on his arm, which had condensed into a layer of ice, preventing the blood from seeping out, but the biting cold was still uncomfortable.

"As expected, there's no way to win so easily. You're very capable."

Qin Lang couldn't help but praise Xiao Xue.

Xiao Xue smiled faintly: "You are also very good. In the three games, you are the first person who hurt me."

In particular, the clothes near the wound were burned by the flames.

Qin Lang looked at his arm and said, "Same here."

Qin Lang used the fire in his body to melt the freezing ice, but without the protection of the ice, the wound began to bleed.

Qin Lang dragged the Fiery Gun and attacked Xiao Xue again.

This time it was even more violent. Qin Lang jumped high in the air, and the tip of his flaming gun, with a ball of flame, smashed down at Xiao Xue from top to bottom.

Xiao Xue tapped her toes lightly and quickly retreated backwards.

Right where Xiao Xue had just stood, the flaming gun smashed down, and instantly a trail of flames appeared on the stage.

Xiao Xue took a breath of cold air. Is this guy serious?
Before Xiao Xue could catch her breath, Qin Lang's Fiery Gun came again, this time stabbing.

Xiao Xue raised her left hand: "Ice shield, up!"

Qin Lang's Fiery Gun pierced the ice shield, and Qin Lang shouted: "Break!"

With a burning sensation, a ball of red flame instantly broke through Xiao Xue's ice shield. This was also the first time that someone had broken it so easily.

Xiao Xue hurriedly raised the Frost Sword in her hand horizontally, and the tip of the Fiery Spear hit the blade of the Frost Sword.

Xiao Xue held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the tip of the sword with the other hand relying on her fighting spirit.

Qin Lang increased his use of Dou Qi, and the air mass wrapped in red flame Dou Qi was all condensed at the tip of the gun.

The Frost Sword in Xiao Xue's hand slowly took an arc shape, and the tip of the Fiery Gun was getting closer and closer to Xiao Xue's chest.

Finally, the frost sword in his hand was already attached to the fighting armor.

The sweat on Wu Hao's palms was no less than the sweat on his forehead.

Is Xiao Xue going to lose?
At this moment, Xiao Xue's eyes darkened and a delicate voice rang out.

Just like a compressed spring, it followed Xiao Xue's tender voice.

Qin Lang stepped back unconsciously, and the Fiery Gun in his hand lost its grip and fell out.

Inserted on the competition stage, what just happened?
The light blue fighting spirit in Xiao Xue's hand wrapped around the sword. At the critical moment, the sword, which had gathered enough energy, was like a spring, no, it was more like a bowstring.

And that Fiery Gun was like an arrow that was shot out with the power of a bowstring.

Qin Lang was flung away, and the huge force also flung the Fiery Gun in Qin Lang's hand away.

This is what happened just now. The Frost Sword in Xiao Xue's hand formed more than ten ice swords and attacked Qin Lang, who had not yet stabilized his body.

When masters fight, victory or defeat depends on a hair's breadth, and seizing the right moment to attack is equally important. It was obvious that Xiao Xue took advantage of the residual power of the previous attack to launch a new attack on Qin Lang.