"Sect Master Ling, be careful." Seeing Yue Pingjian's sword style, Yan Rushong was secretly worried and warned in a low voice.
Although he now looks down on Yue Pingjian as a person, he does not dare to underestimate his strength. Most of the miraculous medicines accumulated by the Yue family for generations have been spent on him. Even if his talent is poor, it will not be much worse if he tries to encourage others.
Ling Chuxi nodded and smiled faintly at Yan Rushong. When she turned around, her eyes turned cold when she looked at Yue Pingjian.
I originally wanted to save some face for him, but now I don't want to save any face for him.
"Second cousin, be careful. Her swordsmanship is very scary. Last time, I didn't even get a single blow from her." Wei Zhixuan also reminded Yue Pingjian that things have come to this point.
If Yiyue Pingjian loses, he will also be unlucky.
"Hmph, can you compete with me? You can't even take one of her swords, you're a loser." Yue Pingjian was used to bossing around in the Liuyun Sect. Most of the disciples were polite to him due to their status, so they didn't treat Wei Zhixuan at all.
He took his words to heart and said contemptuously.
Wei Zhixuan originally reminded him with good intentions, but was scolded as a waste by him, and he felt unhappy in his heart. He was also a rich man in Wucang City, and he had never been so sullen before, so he didn't bother to say more and gave him a quiet look: I reminded him with good intentions,
If you don't listen, forget it. If you get into bad luck later, don't blame me.
Ling Chuxi didn't say much, and directly drew out the Luochen Sword, and slashed down at Yue Pingjian with one sword.
This sword is extremely plain and simple, and even the brilliance of the Luochen sword is not as bright as usual.
"Is this your Jindan Sect's swordsmanship?" Yue Pingjian's face was obviously filled with contempt.
I originally thought that she would have much strength compared to him. But looking at this sword, it seemed to have no momentum, no change, and it was as simple as a casual slash by someone who didn't know any martial arts.
The truly wonderful swordsmanship cannot be understood by a so-called master like him who relies on magic elixirs.
Yue Pingjian held the sword in hand, and with a slight movement of his body, he swung his sword to meet him. His body was like flying catkins and his sword was like flowing clouds. It was free and elegant and filled with a kind of unrestrained beauty. It was the Liuyun sword technique, but it was not the Liuyun sword.
The most powerful move in the art, but also the most beautiful one.
Huh, let you experience the exquisite swordsmanship of my Liuyun Sect, and you will know that it is your blessing that I like you, and you will be willing to marry my Yue family. Yue Pingjian had this idea in mind, but suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
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Logically speaking, if he used such exquisite and beautiful swordsmanship, the bunch of bumpkins from Jindan Sect should be amazed, but there was no movement at all.
The corner of his eye glanced away in confusion. Lan Xinyu had a teasing smile on his lips. Ling Yichen and the others had plain expressions on their faces. They looked at him like they were looking at an ant that would be stomped to death in the next moment.
Su Yizhi shook his head, sighed, and looked at him with pity written all over his face.
Even Wei Zhixuan's face showed a bit of disdain: "At this time, you are still pretending to be there and don't use your full strength. Do you really not know how to write the word "death"?
Seeing the expressions of these people, Yue Pingjian suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart. Unfortunately, it was already too late!
Ling Chuxi's originally plain and simple sword suddenly emitted a thousand-foot-long cold light. In the phantom, it seemed as if thousands of long swords were striking at her at the same time. When the sword sounded thunderous, it was like the legendary sword splitting the sky and splitting the earth.