My Demon Queen

Chapter 117: Passing the Sparring

As Ye An began to practice, he used his consciousness to perceive his body and absorb spiritual energy between heaven and earth, gradually entering the realm of cultivation.

The phantom Ye An witnessed this scene, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he began to absorb the spiritual power that Ye An had inhaled.

If you observe carefully, you will find that most of Ye An's spiritual power is absorbed by the phantom Ye An, and only a small part remains in Ye An's body.

This seems to be the key reason why Ye An only has realm but no cultivation.

Ye An was completely unaware of this. Ever since Mo Qingcheng told him that he could only have a realm but not cultivation, Ye An always believed that it was due to the vitality contained in his own blood. However, he never imagined that his cultivation had been completely transferred to the phantom Ye An.

"Well, it's not bad. My cultivation is about to reach the peak of fusion. Xiao Ye An, please don't blame me!"

The phantom Ye An felt the growth of his own cultivation and stared at Ye An with a smile on his face.

"We are both opposed to each other and interdependent. Ye An, this world cannot do without us. Your arrival in this world is a coincidence, an accident, and also a destiny. You are the beginning, and I am the end. This world... should rebuild its rules."

The phantom Ye An whispered softly, and then looked up at the vast white space, as if he wanted to peek into the entire world through it.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom Ye An looked down at Ye An who was practicing with great concentration. While Ye An was immersed in it, he set up a spirit gathering formation, and then sat not far opposite Ye An, supporting his chin with one hand, and stared at Ye An quietly.

"No matter which life you are in, you are always so sentimental. The Ye An you chose in this life is quite interesting. However, given Ye An's temperament, if he knew the truth, would he do something extreme?"

"I really don't understand why you chose Ye An. His past experience is too complicated. If he exceeds your expectations, will you regret it?"

"How come I have become as sentimental as you? Oh, I really wish you were still alive..."

The phantom Ye An just looked at Ye An, as if talking to another person.

Time keeps passing. At this moment, two days have passed in this white space, and two months have passed in the outside world.

"Xiao Rou, today is the last time I will spar with you. This time, whether you can take my moves will determine whether you are qualified."

Mu Wushuang's cold voice sounded, and his eyes looked at Xiaorou who was standing opposite with a sword in hand.

In the quiet courtyard where the sun shines gently, the breeze blows lightly, and a few unknown small flowers sway gently in the corner, sending wisps of subtle fragrance.

"Miss Mu, please."

Xiaorou raised the sword and pointed it at Mu Wushuang, her eyes firm and bright.

Xiaorou said: "Miss Mu, thank you for your guidance over the past two months. I will do my best today!"

Mu Wushuang smiled slightly and responded: "Okay, then I will take it seriously."

These two months of sword training and cultivation have brought about a significant change in Xiaorou's temperament.

From her initial weakness to her current perseverance and self-confidence, all of this is inseparable from Mu Wushuang's careful teaching and profound influence.

Mu Wushuang looked at Xiaorou who was pointing the sword at herself, nodded secretly, and said: "Xiaorou, your progress has far exceeded my expectations. Keep up this confidence."

At this time, several flowers in the yard were swaying gently in the breeze, as if cheering for Xiaorou's growth.

Xiaorou today is no longer the weak little girl we saw at the beginning, but has become more and more confident.

Under the eaves of the courtyard, Mo Ruxue leaned on the table and watched Xiaorou now able to point the sword at Mu Wushuang. This was a huge change for Xiaorou.

Mo Ruxue said with relief: "Xiaorou has really grown up."

Mo Ruxue looked at the gray sky and thought carefully in her heart: I guess my sister was looking at me with the same mentality at that time.

Mo Ruxue looked into the distance, towards the direction of the blood pool. It had been three months since the news came in, and there had been no movement in the blood pool. She went to have a look secretly, but was stopped by her sister's shadow guards. In the end, she had to give up.

Actually, Mo Ruxue had thought about forcing her way in, but this shadow had quietly appeared since her sister took the throne of the empress, and had always been acting according to her sister's orders, without even having much respect for herself. Mo Ruxue was helpless about this, after all, he was the only person her sister could trust besides herself, so she didn't care too much about it.

At this moment, Xiaorou and Mu Wushuang moved instantly.

Xiaorou's figure transformed into a blue phantom like a stream of water. Her body was agile, moving like a dragon. Her sword turned with her body, leaving behind blue sword shadows.

Mu Wushuang turned into a white shadow like a snowstorm, with fluttering clothes and sharp sword energy, as if snowflakes were dancing in the wind from the sword.

Two completely different shadows suddenly collided with each other.

"Ding ~"

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard, and Mu Wushuang held the sword in one hand and chopped it fiercely on Xiaorou's sword.

Xiaorou struggled to hold the sword across her body with both hands, trying hard to block Mu Wushuang's attack.

Her arms were trembling slightly and beads of sweat were oozing from her forehead, but her eyes were filled with determination and stubbornness.

When Mu Wushuang saw Xiaorou blocked this move, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, and then she began to circulate her spiritual power and inject it into the sword.

In an instant, her sword was filled with coldness, and the air around her seemed to be frozen, emitting a bone-chilling breath.

At this time, Xiao Rou also felt the cold spiritual power emanating from Mu Wushuang's sword. She did not dare to be careless at all and immediately began to circulate the spiritual power in her body.

She was seen glowing with light all around her, and her spiritual power surged like a tide, trying her best to resist Mu Wushuang's suppression. She clenched her teeth, turned her wrist, and tried to break through Mu Wushuang's strong pressure with her clever strength.

Xiaorou took a deep breath and mobilized the power of her water spirit root. The surrounding water vapor quickly gathered and condensed into crystal water droplets on her sword.

She let out a delicate cry, and the water droplets instantly turned into water arrows, flying towards Mu Wushuang.

Mu Wushuang still held the sword in one hand, calmly. The elemental power of ice surged out, forming an ice wall in front of him. The water arrows hit the ice wall and turned into balls of water mist.

Taking advantage of the mist, Xiaorou flashed and went behind Mu Wushuang like a ghost. The blue light on her sword shone and she stabbed at Mu Wushuang's back fiercely.

Mu Wushuang seemed to have anticipated this. She turned around gracefully and swept out with the sword in one hand.

Xiaorou hurriedly drew back her sword to block, and with a "bang", both of them took a few steps back.

A hint of stubbornness flashed in Xiaorou's eyes. She exerted strength again, and her water spirit root was running at full power. A puddle appeared under her feet, and the water in the puddle rushed up into the sky, forming a water dragon, which pounced on Mu Wushuang with bared fangs and claws.

Mu Wushuang's expression was calm. She held the sword in one hand, and the power of ice was madly infused into the sword. An extremely cold aura emanated from the sword. She swung it hard, and a huge ice blade flew out, colliding violently with the water dragon in the air.

For a moment, ice chips and water splashed everywhere, and the figures of the two people appeared and disappeared in this magnificent confrontation between ice and water.