Wen Guanyue's body retreated, and his left hand was holding a non-existent sword. However, as his true energy squirted between his five fingers, a sword energy snorted across his chest.

The air sounded two muffled shocks at the same time.

A sound came from his chest.

Countless airflows were released in front of him like a sudden blooming flower, but even the clothes on his chest were not blown.

Another muffled shock came from his flying sword.

His flying sword jumped high up, as if he was being slapped up by countless waves and snowflakes.

Wen Guanyue felt heavy pressure on her chest, as if she was hit by an invisible heavy object.

He was not injured. Even though he felt the rapid calming of the qi in Yan Xinlan's body, he did not feel that he would lose or had lost the initiative.

He looked up expressionlessly, his eyes following the flying sword in the air.

The flying sword flew back towards him.

He had to make this flying sword more stable, because according to Yan Xinlan's first three swords, he believed that Yan Xinlan's fourth sword should still attack.

At this time, he already felt that Yan Xinlan, a girl from Bashan Sword Field, looked ordinary and had a gentle temperament, but she was actually very resolute and decisive.

He might have felt the temperament accurately, but he was wrong again from Yan Xinlan's sword move.

Yan Xinlan's sword was also being retracted. During the process of retraction, her sword shook out many Taoist sword flowers in the air.

Every sword flower is a circle.

The movement of the sword tip drawing a circle in the air is very gentle, just like painting on a tulle, for fear of being one point higher or one point lower.

Not to mention him, even the practitioners watching the battle on both sides of the strait had unbelievable emotions in their hearts.

It is also hard for them to imagine that a sword master, especially a young sword master who forcibly improved his cultivation, would suddenly change his style after using such violent three swords, and become as gentle as a breeze.

The sword intent comes from the dual control of mind and true energy, and this is not about changing as soon as you want.

The aura in his body was still walking in disorder just now, and with the release of the three swords, it was so gentle and casual. The sword intent generated at this moment made the old man in the yellow robe in front of Zheng Xiu's carriage take a deep breath.

He was finally sure what Zheng Xiu said was true.

Bashan Sword Field is not just Wang Jingmeng, but the talent of this girl is also amazing.

Even Zheng Xiu may not be the opponent of this girl if he fights alone.

Zheng Xiu sensed the change in the face of the old man in yellow robe.

She smiled slightly without hiding her face in the carriage.

Birds of a feather flock together.

This is a very simple truth.

The practice place of a practitioner like Gu Liren and Yu Zuochi is definitely not a nouveau riche who suddenly makes a lot of money because of a certain business.

The circle drawn by walking on the tip of the sword appeared in the air and disappeared quickly.

However, the true energy flowing from the tip of the sword gathered more energy between the surrounding heaven and earth.

Some round air masses visible to the naked eye formed around her, neither floating nor sinking, and just floating.

"I actually changed the sword guard."

"This is Pebble Intention, one of the defensive sword moves of Xishan Sword Sect."

Many voices sounded on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

Many practitioners from various sects cannot hide their true emotions.

Since Wang Jingmeng's second sword competition, many sword masters have already taken the attitude of observing and learning when they see Wang Jingmeng's sword competition. At this time, they suddenly woke up and saw that Yan Xinlan had a sword, and they also had this mentality.

Yan Xinlan walked forward one step.

Wen Guan Yue frowned slightly. He didn't want to draw his sword again.

If any defensive sword move comes out before attacking one side, it will be seen through by the other side first, and if the defensive sword move comes out first, the attacking side does not produce the sword, then the defense side will only consume true energy in vain.

However, with Yan Xinlan's step

As he stepped out, the pebbly-like sword intent floating in the air also pressed towards him.

A strange feeling arose in his heart. The flying sword fell directly in front of him. Even if he had no hands, his hand fell on it and held the sword.

Instead of retreating, he moved forward, and a large amount of true energy surged out from his palms and fingers. Then he raised his sword and thrust into Yan Xinlan in front of him.

His sword was almost unchanged, but the true energy continued to shoot out from the runes along the sword body, but it turned into countless sharp wind blades, shattering all the sword intents blocking him.

He just held the sword in, his figure was slightly taller than Yan Xinlan, so looking at his current situation, it gave people the feeling that he wanted to hold the sword into Yan Xinlan's forehead.

Yan Xinlan suddenly stood up, and she waved her sword to slash towards the tip of his sword.

The Jashua Sword is not a soft sword, it looks natural, straight and hard, but when her sword is cut, many people have an illusion that it seems that her sword has become soft.

"It's the silk-wrapped sword."

An old woman whispered to several disciples beside her.

The several disciples beside her were also women. Listening to her voice, the women were all blushed and felt very ashamed.

This silk-wrapped sword was a sword scripture that was passed down from Chu. The old woman had also taught them to learn it, but they all practiced it for a long time, but they all found that it was a lot of trouble, so no one could master it.

...

The sword energy was as bright as silk, wrapping around the small sword in Wen Guanyue's hand.

Wen Guanyue's small sword gradually stopped from rapid advance, but a bright sword light generated from the tip of the sword and extended forward at a terrifying speed.

This small sword seemed to suddenly turn into a big sword, and it was a big sword that was still growing sharply.

"You should understand now why this sword is so important to me?"

At this moment, Wen Guanyue looked at Yan Xinlan in front of him and said.

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