Outside the carriage, there are countless voices, but inside the carriage, there is an independent small world. The clothes on Yan Xinlan's body were windless and automatic, and those heaven and earth vitality that she couldn't usually perceive flowed restlessly on the surface of her skin, turning into various chaotic and concussive breaths.

It's just that Yan Xinlan herself didn't care, she thought about it seriously, raised her head, looked at Wang Jingmeng opposite, and said calmly: "These three moves can really be done in one go?"

"Do you really understand these three tricks?" Wang Jingmeng did not answer, but looked at her and asked rhetorically.

Yan Xinlan nodded.

Wang Jingmeng laughed and said, "So I didn't misunderstand you. ”

Then he got serious, looked at Yan Xinlan, and said, "Don't doubt it, as long as you can use it, you can really do it in one go." ”

Yan Xinlan didn't say anything more, she really didn't doubt it anymore.

A voice of surprise rang out.

When the carriage stopped, and she and Wang Jingmeng got out of the carriage, Wen Guanyue walked out of the crowd and walked towards the open space where the sword was fought before, and this surprised voice arose because of him.

It was only at this point that these surprised voices reacted, and it turned out that the other side of the sword competition had already arrived.

"If you still need some time, I can wait for you for a moment to let you gather your breath. Wen Guanyue stood still like a rock, he looked at Yan Xinlan who came over, his lips moved slightly, and said softly.

Yan Xinlan shook her head and said, "No." ”

Her expression was very light, and her speech was very simple.

Usually she is like that.

Even in the small town outside the Bashan Sword Field, she spoke to familiar people.

It's just that this kind of temperament can sometimes be perceived as arrogant, or conceited.

Wen Guanyue's eyebrows were slightly raised, his body straightened up, and then he said indifferently: "Please." ”

The opponent he had previously identified was Wang Jingmeng, and he had never thought of competing with Yan Xinlan, and he had lived in the mountains for a long time to practice, and he was not used to being watched by so many people.

So he didn't want to waste the slightest bit of time.

Yan Xinlan's response was also extremely simple and crisp.

Unhurriedly, she pulled out the Jasmine Sword, held it across her chest, and said, "Please." ”

There was a crackling sound of "snort".

The sound was like Wen Guanyue's sleeve being torn.

Just when many people were subconsciously thinking about why Wen Guanyue didn't come out of the sword, a sword light had already flown out of his left sleeve.

It's flying, not thorning.

A small light sword as translucent as autumn water flew out of his sleeve, like a piece of water sprinkled on a waterfall, splashing towards Yan Xinlan's body.

Countless exclamations rang out.

For ordinary people, flying swords are something they have heard of but have not seen, and many people even think that it is something made up in a story.

In their subconscious, even if the flying sword really existed, it seemed that it should exist in the hands of those sword masters who had been cultivating for a long time, and would not appear in the hands of such young cultivators.

The flying sword was faster than their exclamations.

Yan Xinlan's sword was also faster than their exclamations.

The moment this flying sword flew out of Wen Guanyue's sleeve, Yan Xinlan's whole body shook violently.

The already chaotic aura outside of her body became even more disordered.

Her body didn't seem to be completely controlled, and the True Yuan that had not yet subsided rushed into the Jasmine Sword in her hand in a disorder, and then the sword in her hand turned into a sword shadow.

It's like a calm sea that suddenly gives birth to countless waves.

The sword qi hissed, and in the space in front of her, there seemed to be countless waves.

"The blue sea is vibrant!"

More than a dozen shocked voices rang out.

These voices also preceded the exclamations of ordinary spectators.

Those who could instantly see Yan Xinlan's sword moves were of course not those young cultivators who had just learned the sword.

It's just that these people didn't expect that this sword could be used in such a way.

This is a trick in the Wanghai Sword Sutra, it was originally difficult to perform, but Yan Xinlan's own true yuan was originally a little turbulent and chaotic, and if she didn't control it, she even directly omitted the preparation time for this move, and the formation of this sword intent was amazingly fast.

Wen Guanyue didn't expect such a sword at all.

His flying sword was still moving forward, but like a swordfish on the surface of the sea that had been hit by countless waves, he instantly rushed to the flying sword to bring heavy power, and felt his flying sword slow down.

At this time, Yan Xinlan had already cast her second sword.

Her sword was withdrawn, and it was struck in front of her.

Rushing forward to forcibly retract it, instantly static, the movement of her sword body gave the vast majority of cultivators present the feeling that it was extremely far-fetched and unsmooth.

Her body also seemed to be pulled and hit by two forces.

However, Yan Xinlan still didn't think about resisting and confronting.

She just let it go and let it go.

Countless subtle sneering sounds rang out from her skin.

Many chaotic True Elements emanated from her myriad points with an even more chaotic aura.

"Snowy Mountains?"

Seeing that countless white sword qi suddenly formed outside her body, more shocked voices sounded.

The old man in the yellow robe was also exclaiming.

In the carriage behind him, sat Zheng Sleeve.

"Sure enough, it's true. ”

Such a voice sounded in Yan Xinlan's heart.

When she listened to the two swords that Wang Jingmeng said before, she felt that it was absolutely impossible for these two swords to be used one after another, and even the flow of the true yuan seemed to be in conflict.

However, at this time, when the forcibly reversed True Yuan rushed against each other in her body, and when she just turned to the third sword in her heart, with the release of the aperture, this cold mountain flying snow was unexpectedly smoothly formed.

Wen Guanyue's flying sword was already only two feet away from her.

However, as countless snow-like sword qi fell, his flying sword shook uneasily in the air, and it tended to stagnate, as if it was frozen, and it was difficult to move forward.

At this time, her third sword was already unleashed.

"Duh!"

Her sword struck out like an iron rod, and it struck the flying sword with incredible precision.

The sword body and the flying sword collided, and there seemed to be no powerful force oscillating on the body of the flying sword, but a circle of qi waves visible to the naked eye appeared directly on Wen Guanyue's chest.

"Knock on the mountain and shake the rock!"

The yellow-robed old man's breathing came to a complete halt, and there was a roar in his mind.

This once again overturned his perception.

There was only one voice that kept echoing in his mind, how could this sword be used, how could it be used with a sword move like the cold mountain flying snow.

One is that you need to scatter the true element and rush out of the whole body, and the other is to gather the true element between your wrists, how can this be connected.

In the carriage behind him, Zheng Sleeve's gaze also flickered violently for a moment.

She was also a little shocked.

Because in the previous plan, Yan Xinlan was going to take an absolute defensive position, but these three swords turned from defense to offense in an instant.

But she was smart after all, and she understood in the next moment that these three swords were based on the situation, which could allow Yan Xinlan to level the qi in her body.

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