Chapter 229: Is the sword-drawing skill so strong?
"Oh, I didn't want to either. Unfortunately, Brother Wang, you shouldn't have played with me and ignored my good intentions. This made me dislike it very much, so I was very angry."
Unexpectedly, after the two of them stood still and were about to take action, Qian Siming shook his head and said something.
Wang Xuan smiled, silently, and everyone could see the sarcasm on his face.
The two of them were able to talk for so long, not only because he wanted to know the truth, but also because Qian Siming wanted to keep his hypocritical face.
"Now that things have happened, Brother Qian, there is no need to say anything more. Even if you say one more word, I will feel that you are even more disgusted."
"court death."
After the mask was forcibly torn off, a scene dripping with blood was revealed.
This made the anger in Qian Siming's heart burn brightly, and it showed immediately.
"One sword soars into the sky!"
With a tap of his toes, Qian Siming jumped up, with fearful sword power. When he reached the highest point, he turned around, stabbed down with his long sword, and struck towards Wang Xuan.
"The moon and stars are sparse!"
Cold light spread everywhere, sword flowers bloomed, like a big net, covering the land.
One is the main attacker and the other is the main defender. Relatively speaking, the defensive one will suffer more.
Sure enough, a faint smile slowly crept onto Qian Siming's face, because, in his feeling, Wang Xuan's move was broken by him.
Except for the slight obstruction at the beginning, the rest was extremely smooth, with a feeling of smooth sailing.
Before he could be happy for long, a chill rose from his tailbone, making him instantly feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
It turned out that after the sword net was pierced by him, he thought that the opponent's move would break it, but he didn't know that the entire net was guided by the sword in his hand, and under continuous rotation, his intention was to twist it like a twist.
He locked up tightly.
At this moment, he had a feeling that if he was completely wrapped in the sword net, he would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die.
"Hmph, I wanted to fight you with my true skills, but what I got in return was a merciless killing move. I won't pretend anymore. Who among the disciples of the big family can fight like this with you? I'm not stupid."
After a cold snort, three jade pieces appeared in his hand and were crushed instantly.
The film that exuded a faint clear light wrapped Qian Siming tightly, his speed soared and his power became even greater.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuan's move was broken.
"Watch the move!"
If it was a light smile before, Qian Siming is smiling ferociously now.
Now that this method is used, if you still can't take down a bumpkin like Wang Xuan, it will not only lose his face, but also make the Qian family lose face.
Seeing the other party's arrogance, Wang Xuan had a headache. He really didn't want to fight these guys.
So shameless, so shameless.
"If it was a bit difficult for me to deal with people like you before, then now I really want to try and suppress the arrogance of you guys."
In the spiritual spring of the Void Spirit Sect before, in addition to the benefits he himself gained, the iron sword also underwent considerable changes.
From the outside, the color is darker, but Wang Xuan can clearly feel that it is clearly sharper than before.
The long sword flew around, and the tip of the sword seemed to be breathing some kind of cold light.
Looking coldly at the stabbing sword, Wang Xuan felt calm in his heart.
"Drawing the Sword Technique!"
With a low drink, a faint light flashed past, and invisible fluctuations were drawn out like a line.
Drawing the sword, drawing the sword, and sheathing the sword, these three movements were as fast as the wind, all done in one go. By the time Qian Siming reacted, Wang Xuan had already sheathed his sword and was standing.
With a "poof" sound, Qian Siming stopped instantly, maintaining the posture of drawing the sword, and then the thin film on his body shattered.
The clothes tore a slender tear, then fell apart, and a faint bloodstain appeared from top to bottom.
His pupils shrank, and a chill suddenly came over him. He had never felt that death was so close.
Feeling lucky in his heart, Qian Siming had a feeling that if he didn't hold back at the critical moment, or if Wang Xuan used more strength when drawing the sword, I'm afraid his current end would be to be split in half.
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"you......"
Just when he was about to say something, unexpectedly a hand pressed directly on his shoulder.
"Master, go back."
It turned out that an old man in blue suddenly appeared next to Qian Siming and directly stopped him from making further movements.
"Uncle Lan!"
"Well, let's talk about the future. Let's go back to the family first. Master Wang, I feel suddenly unwell. Please forgive me."
Ever since the old man in blue appeared, Wang Xuan felt a huge crisis, as if some kind of wild beast was staring at him.
The opponent didn't make too many moves, and even kept his posture very low.
In his heart, he had a premonition that if he refused to give up, he might be greeted by a thunderous blow.
If this was the only feeling, then Xiaohu's actions confirmed his judgment.
Almost as soon as the old man in blue appeared, the little tiger was on his shoulder, its tail kept wagging, and its body tensed, as if it would escape the next moment.
This is Xiaohu's instinct as a tiger with eye-catching magic patterns, a judgment hidden deep in the spirit beast's bones.
"Haha, since Brother Qian is ill, the battle will end here. We will see you later."
"Okay, Brother Wang, I'm not happy this time. If you have the opportunity in the future, we must learn from each other."
The two sides did not exchange two moves, but the impact was undoubtedly huge.
The old man in blue grabbed Qian Siming's shoulders and floated down the mountain. After a few breaths, he was out of Wang Xuan's sight.
Those maids and subordinates could no longer care about them. Fortunately, Wang Xuan did not make things difficult for them, and they all ran down the mountain in panic.
At the foot of the mountain, under a big tree, Qian Siming and the old man in blue stood opposite each other.
"Uncle Lan, just now..."
"That boy has successfully mastered the art of drawing swords. If I hadn't taken action secretly, I'm afraid you would have..."
"Since it's so important, we might as well..."
"No, I just showed a little breath and was stared at. Fortunately, I was saving people, not killing people, otherwise we would be in trouble."
Hearing what Uncle Lan said, Qian Siming's expression also changed.
Full of unwillingness, he didn't expect that the other party was so lucky that someone happened to be watching him.
Just with a glance, the old man in blue knew what his young master was thinking, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This boy is good at everything, but he is a bit hypocritical.
"Let's go, let's go back to the family first. Whether this kid enters the sect or not, he won't be protected by us, will he be at our mercy?"
Looking back at the top of the mountain, Qian Siming's ugly face gradually cleared up. At this time, he also thought about it. The competition in Wanjian Sect was extremely fierce. How many geniuses could only be ignored by everyone after entering, not to mention that he was backed by money.
Home, there are plenty of means to use.
"Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan, I hope you can pass the test smoothly, otherwise you are really not qualified to be my opponent."