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Although the blade has not yet left its sheath, the entire sword body instantly glimmers with a cold light, exuding a sharp sword aura.

Only to see her slender wrist flip,

Then the sword sweeps across, leaving behind a trail of cold light in a curved trajectory.

This sword is extremely clean and neat, like a gazelle's antlers, freely roaming the sky.

Lan Ningshuang lightly swings the slender sword in her delicate hand, as if dancing and leaping.

Her footsteps move, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, unpredictable.

With each step she takes, the sword pierces through the air, erupting with a sharp whistling sound.

With each movement of Lan Ningshuang's dance, faint snowflakes seem to emerge where her dainty jade feet touch the ground.

And as Lan Ningshuang moves, these snowflakes accumulate and soon cover the entire center of the hall.

A wave of coldness sweeps through the entire hall, causing the temperature to plummet, as if falling into an ice cellar.

Lan Ningshuang's figure becomes even more ethereal, like a transcendent fairy.

Her movements are elegant and supple, yet filled with a domineering force.

Each movement may not appear extravagant, but it is full of power and beauty.

Every move carries a chilling aura, making one shiver all over.

Each time Lan Ningshuang lands her foot, it feels as if she is stepping on the veins of snowflakes, light, swift, and graceful.

Her whole being exudes a unique rhythm.

Like a graceful dancing fairy, pleasing to the eye.

But beneath this beautiful scene, there is an extremely sharp sword aura.

The two elements blend perfectly, creating a breathtaking picture.

The hall suddenly falls silent, and you can hear a pin drop.

Everyone holds their breath, staring at the girl dancing gracefully in the center of the hall.

So beautiful.

This is the thought that simultaneously crosses everyone's mind.

However, Du Yulin furrows his brow because he seems to sense a faint killing intent from within.

But when he looks again, he can't capture anything.

Du Yulin's brow slightly furrows.

At this moment,

Qin Mu nods slightly, claps his hands, and praises, "Excellent swordsmanship!"

The courtiers immediately echo, cheering in unison, "Excellent swordsmanship! Excellent swordsmanship!"

Lan Ningshuang stops swinging her sword, takes light steps, and comes before Qin Mu, respectfully kneeling down.

Qin Mu extends his hand, gently brushing the strands of green hair that fall on the girl's forehead, revealing a serene and pure delicate face. He smiles softly and asks, "Does this sword technique have a name?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is called 'Snow Clearing'," Lan Ningshuang raises her eyes and earnestly replies.

Qin Mu nods with a smile, "Very well, reward!"

Lan Ningshuang expresses her gratitude for the imperial favor.

Then she raises her head, slightly curls her lips, and softly says, "Your Majesty, this humble subject has another sword to present to you."

Qin Mu's eyebrows raise with interest, "Oh? Then let us see it."

Lan Ningshuang purses her lips and smiles.

Only to see her slowly stand up, holding the long sword, and unsheathing it for the first time.

In an instant, a dazzling and radiant cold light bursts forth, illuminating the eyes of everyone present.

A translucent and icy long sword appears in the sight of the crowd, its surface covered with a thin layer of frost, refracting auroras under the light, exuding a magnificent beauty.

Moreover, the chilling aura it emits is even more bone-chilling.

It's as if an unsealed ice spirit is about to wreak havoc on the world.

In the instant the sword was unsheathed in the hall, snowflakes danced in the air, adding a touch of desolation.

Lu Ningshuang walked slowly, sword in hand, to the center of the hall.

A faint smile always lingered at the corner of her mouth, a smile that looked so sweet and charming.

"Your Majesty, please appreciate this sword seriously."

As soon as the words fell,

Lu Ningshuang lightly tapped her jade foot, her figure moved, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared from where she stood, leaving only an illusory afterimage.

The next second, a crisp sound of breaking through the air echoed in the hall.

When Lu Ningshuang appeared again, she was already by Qin Mu's side.

With a swing of her icy long sword, a silver light flashed through the air.

Clang!

A piercing sharp whistle sounded, and the tip of the sword landed less than an inch away from Qin Mu!

At this moment,

Du Yulin finally sensed that something was wrong and shouted angrily, "Protect Your Majesty!"

Then, he disappeared from where he stood and rushed towards Qin Mu.

At this moment, he didn't care about any royal etiquette, he only wanted to block this sword for His Majesty!

However, everything happened too quickly, and the tip of the sword was now less than an inch away from Qin Mu.

No matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than Lu Ningshuang, who had the sword in her hand.

"Die, tyrant!"

Lu Ningshuang's face was filled with killing intent, her eyes determined.

Faintly, there was also a sense of relief and excitement.

Just the thought of being able to kill her enemy soon made Lu Ningshuang feel an unprecedented sense of relief, as if the thousand-pound burden that had been weighing on her had finally been lifted at this moment.

She could even hear the sound of blood rushing in her chest, and she could already smell the strong scent of blood coming from the tyrant's body!

At this moment, she forgot everything, there was no fear or hesitation, only the pleasure of revenge!

Father, mother, Frost avenged you!

The smile at the corner of Lu Ningshuang's mouth became even more enchanting and radiant.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Du Yulin roared.

However, Qin Mu remained calm, showing no signs of panic.

A hint of amusement even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Lu Ningshuang couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, a feeling of anxiety quickly filled her heart.

A resolute color flashed in her eyes, and she poured all her spiritual power into the long sword without reservation, then fiercely swung it down!

This sword condensed all her strength.

This sword poured all her lifelong cultivation and essence into it.

This sword...

Is meant to kill!

Buzz!

The cold blade trembled, and a dazzling white light burst forth from the sword.

In that instant, everyone felt as if their necks were being slit open, and a cold wind blew into their throats.

The long sword fell, slashing towards Qin Mu!

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