C423 Infantile Inadequacy

"Ice Soul!"

Zhao Ling'er curled up her body and suddenly jumped up. The two swords in her hands turned into two exquisite daggers, the edges of which were biting cold as they slid towards Ouyang Wei's neck.

"Humph!"

Ouyang Wei grunted coldly. His expression remained unchanged, as if he had already expected this action from Zhao Ling'er. With a flash