"This woman ......"

"What kind of swordsmanship did she just use? Where did this man come from......"

Some cultivators in the audience finally couldn't help but ask, but the next moment, their voices became smaller and smaller amid the angry eyes of the Fire Courtyard disciples.

Originally, everyone thought that this was a sword fight with a huge disparity in strength, and it was a show for Ye Siyuan, the senior brother of the Fire Academy, to show his strength again.

But no one expected the opening of this duel to be like this.

Even if it is the head of a certain water courtyard who wants to extinguish the majesty of the fire courtyard.

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The afterglow of the setting sun, the rust flying in the air, Chen Zichu looked at the sword that the girl in front of him was against the man's sword, and never thought that there was such a way of fighting in this world.

Chen Zichu finally remembered that just as the crowd was chanting the name of Ye Siyuan's sword, he heard a rough and sharp sword sound.

And the sword that made this sword roar did not use any swordsmanship, not even to help its new master parry the enemy's long sword.

It was just erected by its owner at the fastest speed, and it didn't even have time to cross over, but it was on its side, rubbing against the sword body of Ye Siyuan's long sword.

It was only then that people finally realized what had just happened.

Just when Ye Siyuan stabbed out the sword, the woman stabbed out a sword at the same time, but it was in the upward direction, as if it was piercing the sky, and this almost purposeless sword was pierced by Ye Siyuan's sword, and the two sword faces intersected in a cross shape, but only the sword faces intersected, and no one's sword could be fast enough to block Ye Siyuan's sword.

The man's sword slid forward, just grazing the woman's sword, which was a defeat for the cultivator in the battle, a sword that was not blocked at all.

A meaningless sword.

However, for the woman, it was enough.

Looking at the rust floating on the Sunset Sword, Chen Zichu was speechless.

The woman came into the field with a rusty sword, and countless people ridiculed her for her stupidity and indiscretion, but the girl only used the first move, and did what only a rusty sword could do.

"Wonderful!" At this moment, a broken gong suddenly sounded beside Chen Zichu. He thought it was Mr. Zhenshan, but when he looked sideways, he was a scholar who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The thin scholar didn't look like a cultivator, but he slapped his palms like chicken claws as if no one was mixed in with the crowd.

"The rusty sword surface is rougher than the smooth sword surface, the friction is greater, the natural resistance is large, and the speed at which the opponent's sword pierces is naturally slower, and even this can be calculated, seconds!"

The skinny scholar shouted loudly, looking crazy.

Although Chen Zichu didn't understand the words of this madman, he understood in an instant.

He didn't know what friction was, but at least he knew that the smoothness of the rusty sword and the new sword were different, and the speed at which the sword surface rubbed against each other was also different, and the woman relied on this to reduce the speed at which Ye Siyuan came out of the sword in an instant.

The rough and rusty surface of the Sunset Sword quickly rubbed from the tip of Ye Siyuan's long sword to the tail of the sword.

It was only a momentary slowdown, but it was enough for the woman's reaction speed.

Lean, let the sword.

Her movements flowed.

Maybe for ordinary people, resisting and dodging can't be done at the same time, but Chen Zichu has seen it, and he understands.

She can do it.

In front of her, any flaw is fatal, because she can definitely catch her opponent with precision

The afterglow of the setting sun, the rust flying in the air, Chen Zichu looked at the sword that the girl in front of him was against the man's sword, and never thought that there was such a way of fighting in this world.

Chen Zichu finally remembered that just as the crowd was chanting the name of Ye Siyuan's sword, he heard a rough and sharp sword sound.

And the sword that made this sword roar did not use any swordsmanship, not even to help its new master parry the enemy's long sword.

It was just erected by its owner at the fastest speed, and it didn't even have time to cross over, but it was on its side, rubbing against the sword body of Ye Siyuan's long sword.

It was only then that people finally realized what had just happened.

Just when Ye Siyuan stabbed out the sword, the woman stabbed out a sword at the same time, but it was in the upward direction, as if it was piercing the sky, and this almost purposeless sword was pierced by Ye Siyuan's sword, and the two sword faces intersected in a cross shape, but only the sword faces intersected, and no one's sword could be fast enough to block Ye Siyuan's sword.

The man's sword slid forward, just grazing the woman's sword, which was a defeat for the cultivator in the battle, a sword that was not blocked at all.

A meaningless sword.

However, for the woman, it was enough.

Looking at the rust floating on the Sunset Sword, Chen Zichu was speechless.

The woman came into the field with a rusty sword, and countless people ridiculed her for her stupidity and indiscretion, but the girl only used the first move, and did what only a rusty sword could do.

"Wonderful!" At this moment, a broken gong suddenly sounded beside Chen Zichu. He thought it was Mr. Zhenshan, but when he looked sideways, he was a scholar who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The thin scholar didn't look like a cultivator, but he slapped his palms like chicken claws as if no one was mixed in with the crowd.

"The rusty sword surface is rougher than the smooth sword surface, the friction is greater, the natural resistance is large, and the speed at which the opponent's sword pierces is naturally slower, and even this can be calculated, seconds!"

The afterglow of the setting sun, the rust flying in the air, Chen Zichu looked at the sword that the girl in front of him was against the man's sword, and never thought that there was such a way of fighting in this world.

Chen Zichu finally remembered that just as the crowd was chanting the name of Ye Siyuan's sword, he heard a rough and sharp sword sound.

And the sword that made this sword roar did not use any swordsmanship, not even to help its new master parry the enemy's long sword.

It was just erected by its owner at the fastest speed, and it didn't even have time to cross over, but it was on its side, rubbing against the sword body of Ye Siyuan's long sword.

It was only then that people finally realized what had just happened.

Just when Ye Siyuan stabbed out the sword, the woman stabbed out a sword at the same time, but it was in the upward direction, as if it was piercing the sky, and this almost purposeless sword was pierced by Ye Siyuan's sword, and the two sword faces intersected in a cross shape, but only the sword faces intersected, and no one's sword could be fast enough to block Ye Siyuan's sword.

The man's sword slid forward, just grazing the woman's sword, which was a defeat for the cultivator in the battle, a sword that was not blocked at all.

A meaningless sword.

However, for the woman, it was enough.

Looking at the rust floating on the Sunset Sword, Chen Zichu was speechless.

The woman came into the field with a rusty sword, and countless people ridiculed her for her stupidity and indiscretion, but the girl only used the first move, and did what only a rusty sword could do.

"Wonderful!" At this moment, a broken gong suddenly sounded beside Chen Zichu. He thought it was Mr. Zhenshan, but when he looked sideways, he was a scholar who was as thin as a bamboo pole.

The thin scholar didn't look like a cultivator, but he slapped his palms like chicken claws as if no one was mixed in with the crowd.

"The rusty sword surface is rougher than the smooth sword surface, the friction is greater, the natural resistance is large, and the speed at which the opponent's sword pierces is naturally slower, and even this can be calculated, seconds!"

The skinny scholar shouted loudly, looking crazy.

Although Chen Zichu didn't understand the words of this madman, he understood in an instant.