Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"This, what kind of cultivation technique could actually affect a technique to such an extent?"    

    

Chu Loong muttered and looked at Ning Xiaoyue in shock.    

    

His eyes shone brightly, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.    

    

With his knowledge, he obviously knew that it wasn't a spell that was originally like this. Rather, it was influenced by the cultivation technique that the girl was cultivating and had undergone some changes.    

    

However, according to his knowledge, this kind of technique was rarely seen even in those hidden sects!    

    

This family was indeed not simple, just as Shiyun had said.    

    

At this moment, Lin Heng had already started fighting with Ning Xiaoyue.    

    

A Longsword appeared in his hands as he slashed out with his Sword Qi, slashing the fireball into two. Then, the tip of his foot touched the ground as he threw himself forward.    

    

"You want to catch up to me? Dream on."    

    

Xiao Yue snorted lightly, and a Astral Tempest flickered, instantly creating some distance between them.    

    

Then, a fireball condensed in her hand and was thrown out.    

    

"The same move is useless against me."    

    

Lin Heng snorted coldly. With a flash of his sword, he cut the fireball into two and rushed over from the middle.    

    

Ning Xiaoyue smiled and said, "Is that so?"    

    

As she spoke, the fireballs in her hands quickly condensed and flew out, blocking all of Lin Heng's paths.    

    

Lin Heng, on the other hand, was not afraid at all. The Longsword in his hand glowed, sword qi spread out and shattered the fireball.    

    

However, what she didn't notice was that the corner of Ning Xiaoyue's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and a water ball completely different from the one she had seen before appeared in her hand.    

    

"Waterball Spell."    

    

Ning Xiaoyue muttered in her heart as she mixed the Water Bullet Technique with the Fireball Technique and attacked Lin Heng.    

    

Lin Heng obviously didn't notice the Waterball Spell and used it like a fireball.    

    

However, this time, his sword Qi was unable to slash it apart.    

    

Unlike the Fireball Technique, the Water Bullet Technique did not have that burning effect. Its power was only limited to its attack power.    

    

Not only did Lin Heng's sword qi not break, it was even shattered by the Water Bullet Technique.    

    

Seeing that her plan had succeeded, Ning Xiaoyue obviously wouldn't let go of the opportunity to beat a drowning dog. She cast the Water Bullet Technique again.    

    

After casting the Waterball Spell, she cast it right after the spell.    

    

In the end, she became more proficient with fireballs in one hand and water bullets in the other, confusing Lin Heng's line of sight.    

    

"Despicable!"    

    

Lin Heng's face was extremely ugly to behold, cold sweat was gradually seeping out of his forehead. He thought that it was already impossible to rely on his sword qi to block the Fireball Water Bullet this time.    

    

"Hurry up and use another move, will you be able to use your sword and chop firewood? I haven't had enough fun yet! "    

    

Ning Xiaoyue giggled as she looked at Lin Heng. This was her first time fighting with someone, so she was very happy. Although she wanted to take care of Lin Heng, she didn't want it to end immediately.    

    

"Damn it, I'll let you know how powerful I am, the Wandering Dragon Sword Technique."    

    

Lin Heng clenched his teeth and growled. Suddenly, the Longsword in his hand started to revolve in a unique trajectory.    

    

Following his Longsword's dance, a small yellow dragon danced around his body, forming a golden barrier that blocked off all the Fireball Water Bullet for him.    

    

Amidst the rumbling sounds, the Fireball Water Bullet exploded one after another.    

    

Although Lin Heng managed to block all of them, the dragon's glow became dimmer and then disappeared.    

    

Looking at Lin Heng, his face was extremely pale. Large drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.    

    

That technique was powerful, but it had consumed quite a bit of energy.    

    

"Yo, not at all. You have some skill. Do you still want to fight?"    

    

Ning Xiaoyue looked at Lin Heng in surprise and giggled.    

    

Lin Heng gritted his teeth and coldly snorted: "Fight? Why not? I definitely won't lose to you, even if your cultivation is higher than mine."    

    

"Is that so? This is my first time fighting with someone and I wasn't proficient at it just now, but now that I'm proficient, are you sure you want to compete?" "He might get hurt."    

    

"I …"    

    

Hearing Ning Xiaoyue's words, Lin Heng suddenly hesitated.