Wen Guanyue's body retreated, his left hand was holding a non-existent sword, but as the true yuan between his five fingers erupted, a sword qi was across his chest.

The air sounded two muffled tremors at the same time.

A thud came from his chest.

Countless streams of air were released in front of him like a flower that suddenly bloomed, but not even the clothes on his chest were blown.

Another suffocation came from his flying sword.

His flying sword jumped high and flew upwards as if it had been slapped upwards by countless waves and snowflakes.

Wen Guanyue's chest was under heavy pressure, as if she had been hit by an invisible weight.

He was not injured because of this, even though he felt the rapid calming of the qi in Yan Xinlan's body, he did not feel that he would lose or have lost the opportunity.

He looked up expressionlessly, his gaze chasing the flying sword in his 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 thought that Yan Xinlan's fourth sword should still attack.

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

He may have felt the temperament accurately, but Yan Xinlan's sword moves, he was wrong again.

Yan Xinlan's sword was also being withdrawn, and in the process of retracting, her sword shook out many sword flowers in the air.

Each sword flower is a circle.

The movement of the tip of the sword drawing a circle in the air is very gentle, like painting on a thin gauze, for fear of being heavier or lighter.

Not to mention him, even the cultivators on both sides of the strait who watched the battle were full of disbelief in their hearts.

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

The sword intent comes from the dual control of the state of mind and the true element, which is not just a change if you want to.

The breath in his body was still walking in a disorderly manner just now, and with the help of the release of the three swords, it was so gentle and casual, and the sword intent generated at this moment made the yellow-robed old man in front of Zheng's carriage take a deep breath in an instant.

He was finally sure that what Zheng Sleeve said was true.

Bashan Sword Field is not only Wang Jingmeng, this girl's talent is also amazing.

Even Zheng Sleeve, fighting alone, may not be the opponent of this girl.

Zheng Sleeve sensed the change in the yellow-robed old man's face.

She smiled unabashedly in the carriage.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

It's a simple truth.

The cultivation place of a cultivator like Yu Zuochi is definitely not a nouveau riche who suddenly made a lot of money because of a certain business.

The circle drawn by the sword-tip walk appeared in the air and quickly disappeared.

It's just that the true yuan flowing from the tip of the sword is gathering more vitality in the surrounding heaven and earth.

Some visible circular air masses formed around her body, and they did not rise or sink, they just levitated.

"I actually changed my sword. ”

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

Many voices rang out on both sides of the strait.

Many practitioners of various sects are unable to hide their true emotions.

Since Wang Jingmeng's second sword competition, many swordsmen have already had an attitude of observing and learning when they saw Wang Jingmeng's sword competition, and at this time, they suddenly woke up to the fact that they also had this mentality when they saw Yan Xinlan coming out of the sword.

Yan Xinlan took a step forward.

Wen Guanyue frowned slightly, he didn't want to use the sword again.

If any defensive sword move comes out before the attacking side, it will be seen through by the other party first, and the defensive sword move comes first, and the attacking side does not use the sword, then the defense side is also a futile waste of real yuan.

However, with this step of Yan Xinlan

Stepping out, those pebble-like sword intents floating in the air also pressed towards him.

A strange feeling arose in his heart, and the flying sword fell directly in front of him, and even if it was handleless, his hand fell and he grasped the sword.

He didn't retreat, but moved forward, a large amount of True Yuan poured out from between his palms and fingers, and then he raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and stabbed towards Yan Xinlan in front of him.

His sword was almost unchanged, but the true yuan cong continued to shoot out along the runes on the sword's body, but it turned into countless sharp wind blades, smashing all the sword intent that stood in his way.

He walked in with a sword like this, his figure was slightly taller than Yan Xinlan, so looking at his posture at this time, it felt like he was going to hold a sword and plunge into Yan Xinlan's forehead.

Yan Xinlan suddenly froze, and she swung her sword towards the tip of his sword.

The Jasmine Sword is not a soft sword, it looks naturally straight and hard, but when her sword is cut out, many people have the illusion that her sword seems to have become soft.

"It's a silk sword. ”

An old woman whispered to several disciples beside her.

Several of the disciples beside her were also women, and listening to her voice, these women were all a little red-faced, and they were so ashamed in their hearts.

This silk sword is a sword scripture handed down from Chu, and this old woman has also taught them to learn it, but they have each practiced for a long time, but they all found that it was troublesome, and no one could master it.

......

The sword aura was like silk, and it was wrapped around the small sword in Guan Yue's hand.

Wen Guanyue's small sword gradually came to a standstill from the rapid advance, but a bright sword light emerged from the tip of the sword, extending forward at a terrifying speed.

This small sword seems to have suddenly turned into a big sword, and it is a big sword that is still growing rapidly.

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

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

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