When you speak while the sword is drawn, it is easy to be distracted.

And when he speaks, his breath vibrates, and it is easy to make his sword moves imperfect.

But at a certain moment, the sword master often has the urge to speak, that is, when he feels that he is sure of victory, he will win.

At this time, Wen Guanyue felt that this sword had been able to make him win.

He felt that Yan Xinlan's mind was all on this trick of the silk sword, but this trick of the silk sword had no effect on him, just like Yan Xinlan completely failed a move, and a sword move was directly slashed at a place that had nothing to do with him, such a time gap would naturally allow him to reap the victory.

However, it was not what he thought.

Yan Xinlan didn't speak.

She still seemed to be using this sword with all her heart, and she didn't even seem to see the sword that extended from the air and stabbed at her.

Her sword didn't seem to have changed at all, at least in the eyes of the vast majority of ordinary viewers.

However, in the perception of many cultivators, her sword has changed.

Her wrist was raised slightly.

At the same time, a stream of true yuan that seemed to have been accumulated in her body for a moment poured out wildly from her hand and injected into the blade of her jasmine sword.

This sword, which seemed to be as calm as her, suddenly had a wild and crazy aura at this moment.

Many runes on the sword body that were usually invisible suddenly spread countless white rays of light, as if countless white flowers suddenly opened.

At the same time, the sword was stretching.

The sword in Wen Guanyue's hand is only the sword mangs extending, but her sword is the sword body itself elongating.

The tip of her sword had a slight upward angle, and as her sword body elongated in extreme time, the tip of the Jasmine Sword cut into the sword light wrapped in Wen Guanyue's small sword.

Snort.

It's like a red-hot knife cutting into frozen lard.

Wen Guanyue's True Yuan cultivation was originally stronger than Yan Xinlan, not to mention that even if Yan Xinlan forcibly improved her cultivation, there was a big gap between her and him in terms of True Yuan's control, so she was in Zhen

In terms of Yuan power, Yan Xinlan can't compete with him.

This is also one of the important reasons why Yan Xinlan's silk sword can't entangle his sword.

Another of the most critical problems is that there are very few swords that can be condensed into a sword after being separated from the runes on the sword.

This is a very special method of using the sword, which represents the tenacity of the true element is by no means extraordinary, and also represents the unique secret technique of using the true element.

It's just that no matter how tough the true yuan is, it can't be compared with the real famous sword fetus after all.

This is the essential reason why a strong swordsman needs a strong sword.

Yan Xinlan's sword was extremely stable, and she turned a blind eye to the sword that stabbed at her.

With that soft snort, the tip of her sword sliced through Zhenyuan, and continued to move forward, stabbing at the small sword held by Wen Guanyue.

The tip of the sword touched the blade, and the metal rubbed violently against the metal, and a bright spark appeared.

These Mars are included by the True Element and a large amount of compressed Heaven and Earth Elemental Qi, and at this time, these True Elements and a large amount of compressed Heaven and Earth Vitality seem to have obtained an outlet for catharsis, and are spreading outward sharply.

Boom!

These sparks suddenly caused a burst of explosion.

A dazzling burst of fire exploded from the tip of her sword and the small sword Wen Guanyue was holding, gushing outward!

Wen Guanyue's words had just come out, and his voice instantly turned into an angry roar with this explosion!

He didn't dare to forcibly hold this little sword of his own at all, otherwise his fingers would definitely be cut off by this little sword of his own in an instant!

In the sound of his angry roar, he seemed to be burned, and frantically let go and stepped back.

The sword light on the small sword instantly exploded, and the small sword flew out towards the sky.

The jasmine sword in Yan Xinlan's hand shook violently, sank down, and fell to the ground.

But her figure is still moving forward.

The tip of the sword that pierced into the dirt in front of her lifted upward, her blade bent slightly, and then suddenly straightened in the next moment.

The dust stirred up by the tip of her sword, gathering the fire from the sword body and her true yuan power, blasted forward together!

Wen Guanyue's right hand swept forward, and the surging True Yuan power scattered the dust and flames attacking in front of him, and his feet touched the ground, and he retreated a few feet in an instant.

He thought that Yan Xinlan would naturally go again.

Again, however, he was wrong.

Yan Xinlan collected her sword.

She slowly withdrew the jasmine sword, and the sword body went from shock to absolute stability.

An exclamation rang out.

Wang Jingmeng smiled.

His eyes were full of admiration.

He felt that Yan Xinlan could win, but Yan Xinlan was stronger than he thought.

Dust flew in front of Wen Guanyue.

His little sword was flying high and then falling abruptly.

His lips began to tremble slightly.

It was only at this time that many of the cultivators present who were above the Six Realms began to understand what he had said earlier.

Six Realms Natal Destiny, after cultivating to the Six Realms, the cultivator can turn the sword into a sword element and cultivate the natal sword.

The True Yuan Technique he cultivated was obviously special, and if there was a special sword that could cooperate, then after he reached the Six Realms, he would naturally be much stronger than the ordinary Six Realms cultivators.

The Jasmine Sword was obviously a sword that was very suitable for the True Yuan Technique he was cultivating.

So he really wanted to have this sword.

It's just that he doesn't seem to be able to defeat the owner of the current sword.

Of course, he can not admit defeat and can fight again, but his sword has been taken off, and his true yuan loss is much more drastic than Yan Xinlan.

Yan Xinlan's posture of retracting her sword and constricting her aura at this time made him understand that Yan Xinlan would still take a defensive position next, and she would still wait patiently to consume his true yuan.

He couldn't shoot again.

"I understand that this sword is important to you, but since I have become the owner of this sword before, and this sword is in my hands, it is impossible for me not to understand its specialness. Yan Xinlan's voice sounded, and it clearly fell into his ear.

In the crowd, the yellow-robed old man outside Zheng Sleeve's car took a deep breath, he fell silent, he was sure that what Zheng Sleeve said was right.

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