A sword!

Another sword!

Moreover, this sword is faster than the sword just now.

Almost all the disciples did not see how Wen Zilong did it.

Wen Sicheng knew how Wen Zilong did it.

But he didn't understand why Wen Zilong was so fast.

Even though he took action later, he could always put the sword on his throat first.

Feeling the coldness on the tip of the sword, he couldn't help but feel palpitations.

If Wen Zilong couldn't stop, he would be in a state of depression.

Lord Ye was even more surprised.

As a master of swordsmanship, he naturally saw how Wen Zilong did it.

But he didn't understand how Wen Zilong was so fast.

This is faster than my own sword.

He thought to himself that if Wen Zilong's opponent was him just now, he would probably not be able to escape the fate of being killed instantly.

This guy's speed is really outrageously fast.

At this time, Wen Sicheng was already a little bit over the top.

He has always been the strongest among this group of people.

Today, he couldn't even catch Wen Zilong's sword, so he was naturally extremely unhappy.

The most important thing is that my sword intent is so strong that I can practice my sword moves well.

But he couldn't even deal with the loose Wen Zilong who had no sword intent.

Where did this put his face?

Thinking of this, there was a hint of anger in his eyes:

"Come again!"

Lord Ye shook his head and said:

"You don't need to compare the third sword, you have already lost."

Wen Sicheng looked at Master Ye with dissatisfaction on his face: "Why?"

Master Ye Dao said:

"Practicing swordsmanship is a meticulous job, and you can't tolerate any emotion. If you attack with anger, it seems powerful, but in fact you have lost the rules. If you lose the rules, won't you have to lose the rules?"

Wen Sicheng was silent.

In Wen Zilong's mind, the voice of the sword demon came:
Chapter completed!