"Sect Master Ling, be careful." Seeing Yue Pingjian's sword style, Yan Rusong was secretly worried, and reminded in a low voice.

Although he now looks down on Yue Pingjian's personality, he doesn't dare to underestimate his strength. Most of the elixirs accumulated by the Yue family for generations are spent on him, no matter how bad his talent is, he can't be far from pulling out the seedlings.

Ling Chuxi nodded and smiled faintly at Yan Rusong. No, when he turned his head, his gaze at Yue Pingjian became cold.

I originally wanted to save him some face, but now I don't want to keep any of it for him.

"Second cousin, be careful, her swordsmanship is terrifying, I didn't even have a sword from her last time, last time." Wei Zhixuan also reminded Yue Pingjian that things are all here, in case Yue Pingjian loses, he will also be unlucky.

"Hmph, can you compare with me? I can't even take her sword, waste. Yue Pingjian was used to being in the Liuyun Sect, and ordinary disciples were polite to him because of his identity, so he didn't take Wei Zhixuan's words to heart at all, and said contemptuously.

Wei Zhixuan was originally a kind reminder, but he was scolded by him as a waste, and he also felt resentful in his heart, he was also a local tyrant in Wucang City, how could he have suffered this kind of sulking, so he was too lazy to say it, and quietly glanced at him: I kindly reminded you, if you don't listen, forget it, don't blame me if you fall into bad luck for a while.

Ling Chuxi didn't say much, he directly pulled out the Falling Dust Sword, and slashed down towards Yue Ping Jianchang with a sword.

This sword, the Great Dao Supreme Inspection is simple and unpretentious, and even the brilliance of the Falling Dust Sword is not as dazzling as usual.

"This is your Jin Dan Sect's swordsmanship?" Yue Pingjian's face was obviously full of contempt.

I thought she was competing with herself, how strong she was. But looking at this sword, if it has no momentum, it has to change without change, and it is as simple as a person who doesn't know martial arts at all and slashes casually.

The real wonderful swordsmanship, how can a so-called master like him who is poured out by a panacea understand.

Yue Pingjian pinched the sword, his body was light, and he swung his sword to meet him. The body is like a flying sword like a flowing cloud, free and elegant, full of a chic beauty, it is the flowing cloud swordsmanship, but it is not the most powerful move in the flowing cloud swordsmanship, but the best one.

Hmph, let you see the subtlety of my Liuyun Sect's swordsmanship, and you will know that I can see you as your blessing, and when the time comes, I will be willing to marry my Yue family. Yue Pingjian had this idea in his heart, but he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

It stands to reason that he used such a delicate and beautiful swordsmanship, how could the buns of Jin Danzong be amazed, right, why didn't there be any movement at all.

The corner of his eye glanced away suspiciously, the corner of Lan Xinyu's mouth had a playful smile, Ling Yichen and the others had a flat face, looking at him was like looking at an ant that would be stamped to death in the next moment, Su Yizhi shook his head, sighed, and looked at him, his face was full of pity.

Even Wei Zhixuan's face was a little disdainful: "At this time, you are still pretending to be there, not using all your strength, I really don't know how to write the dead character of Lu Dao?"

Yue Pingjian saw the expressions of these people, and a hint of foreboding suddenly surged in his heart. It's a pity that it's too late!

Ling Chuxi's originally unpretentious sword suddenly exuded a cold glow, and in the illusion, it seemed that thousands of long swords were slashing towards him at the same time, and when the sword sound was thunderous, it was like a legendary sword that opened the sky and split the earth.