Lin Xuanyuan, the sect master, was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the spectator stand. It seemed like he had already fought once and had yet to gain an advantage. His face was slightly pale as he sat quietly to regulate his breathing. A black-robed man and the eldest senior brother of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect were currently sparring.
The black-robed man's sword was extremely fast. Thousands of specks of starlight danced in the air, and the sword condensed into waves. Due to the many changes, one would feel slightly dizzy if they looked at it for too long.
"That's the Traceless Sword, one of the top ten swordsmen of Taiyuan. He's also the most mysterious and eccentric one. Who knows how the White Mountain Sect managed to invite him?"
"I was wondering why the annual Taiyuan Sword Sect Sword Test Meet was suddenly brought forward. It turns out that Old Dog Bai found a helper to trample on us."
"He's challenging our entire sect by himself. What a strong killing intent."
"So what? He has the ability. Didn't you see that Eldest Senior Brother was only barely able to fight him to a draw? "
"Sigh … I'm afraid we're really going to be trampled today …"
Meng Fuyao continued walking forward indifferently. She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly heard a blood-curdling screech.
In front of her, a strong gust of wind that reeked of blood swirled. A black shadow suddenly flew out and crashed heavily towards her. She quickly jumped out of the way as the huge figure streaked across the sky and landed heavily in front of her, leaving behind a trail of fresh blood.
The splattered blood landed on the weapon rack at the side of the field. After a while, thick drops of blood dripped onto the white stone floor. The scene was a ghastly sight to behold.
The entire field was silent. All the disciples of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect stared in shock at the struggling man who was clutching his right wrist. That was the eldest senior brother, one of the most outstanding martial artists among them.
After a while, someone rushed forward to help him up and let out a scream.
The eldest senior brother's right hand was dripping with blood. The tendons in his hand were broken.
What a vicious sword technique!
The Mystic Essence Sword Sect was silent. The wild laughter of the others in the field was even more ear-piercing.
Only the black-robed man remained unmoved. He stood in the field and coldly wiped the blood-stained blade.
The cloth he was using to wipe the blade looked familiar. It was the eldest senior brother's right sleeve. The disciples of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect were all furious. Only Meng Fuyao's eyebrows twitched.
What a fast sword! In that instant, not only did he cripple the other party's wrist, but he also cut off an entire sleeve.
Moreover, his opponent was a first-rate expert who could react extremely quickly!
The White Mountain Sect Leader's maniacal laughter continued, but there were low sighs from the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. It looked like the Mystic Essence Sword Sect was going to lose face in the Taiyuan Dynasty today.
In today's world, tyrannical factions from various countries fought endlessly with each other, and established their own status based on the number of victories they won. Now that the Mystic Essence Sword Sect was one of the three great sword sects of Taiyuan, their status would definitely plummet if word got out that they couldn't even win a battle of attrition at such an important event like the Sword Trial Meet.
All eyes were focused on the injured person in front of Fuyao. Fuyao could not move, so she tried to move her leg. The black-robed youth immediately turned his cold gaze to her. His face was still expressionless, as if he was wearing a mask, but his eyes were as cold and sharp as steel nails, piercing right into Fuyao's eyes.
His gaze was deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss. In the deepest part of it, there was a strange spark, flickering and never extinguishing.
In Fuyao's confused eyes, the spark floated, spun, and rose continuously. Then, it suddenly exploded in front of her eyes.
It was as if she heard a loud bang in her head, and the sky was filled with dazzling sparks.
Fuyao felt dizzy and staggered backward, knocking into the pillar behind her. The cold touch on her back woke her up, and she looked up at the person in shock.
It was the ultimate technique of bewitchment, Spectral Eye!
Where did this person come from?
His eyes were filled with hatred. He was not here to exchange pointers at all!
Fuyao wanted to turn around and retreat, but the White Mountain Sect Leader's ear-piercing voice rang out behind her.
"Don't you have Yan Jingchen in your Mystic Essence Sect?"
Lin Xuanyuan was startled. "Jingchen returned to the capital last night."
"I bet he ran away after hearing that we were coming," the other sect leaders laughed in unison.
"And this one," the Cloud Severing Sword Sect Leader laughed as he pointed at the fleeing Fuyao. "What about this one? I don't remember her fighting before. Why, is she trying to escape like Yan Jingchen? "
Lin Xuanyuan's expression changed, but he remained silent. One of the disciples beside him immediately gave her a shove.
"What are you standing there for? If you don't have the ability, don't appear in front of others. You're making things difficult for me! "
"Go back to your room!"
Fuyao raised her eyebrows, anger surging in her eyes. After a while, she took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and walked away silently.
There was no need to lower herself by arguing with snobbish people.
She had been in the strange world for so many years, and had suffered so much. Although her superficial impatience and the flamboyance of the red-haired demoness of that era had yet to be polished, she knew how to restrain herself.
Just as she took a step forward, she heard a melodious voice behind her, like a jade pearl falling on a silver plate.
"She's just a servant girl in our sect. Don't compare her to my Senior Brother Yan. Otherwise, the Pei Family of Yan Capital and the Yan Family of Heyuan will see it as an insult."
The Pei Family of Yan Capital and the Yan Family of Heyuan meant the Taiyuan Imperial Family and the Yan Family of Heyuan. The other sect leaders understood the weight of her words and immediately fell silent.
Fuyao turned around and looked at the girl in red behind her. She was a year older than Fuyao, and her figure was fully developed. Her curves were not as delicate as her own, but rather, they were full and supple. She liked to wear a red, tight-fitting dress, which made her look even more enchanting. Her face was dignified, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, like a phoenix's.
Pei Yuan.
Noticing Fuyao's gaze, Pei Yuan shot her a cold, disdainful look before casually looking away.
"If you're interested, why don't you go to the Tian Sha Pan Capital in the future? Senior Brother Yan will naturally show you the elegance of the Xuanyuan Sect's number one disciple during the True Martial Arts Meet."
She glanced at Fuyao and tilted her head to smile at the other sect leaders.
"As for this one, even standing beside us makes us feel like she's dirtying our grounds. How is she worthy of being mentioned by you, sect leaders?"
Roars of laughter rang out. Even Lin Xuanyuan was stroking his beard and nodding with a smile. He felt that this female disciple was tactful and knew how to speak. Not only did she avoid making things difficult for them, but she also did not lose face for the Sword Sect.
Amidst the laughter, Fuyao stood still.
Flashes of light and shadows flashed before her eyes. She saw a warm hand stretched out in the wind and rain, a joyful chase among the mountain flowers in the spring, a pair of smiling eyes looking at each other under the moon, and a sable coat spread out in the snow, holding her frozen feet tightly.
She saw a heavy knock on her head in the mud. She saw the last person to be chased out of the arena for concealing her martial arts. She saw the whole sect's clothes being washed in the frozen river in winter. She saw the cold steamed buns being eaten after finishing chores in the middle of the night.
All those times of laughter and pain …
The laughter continued. No one knew that the anger buried deep in the girl's heart had finally been ignited by this unbridled laughter, turning into a prairie fire.
Meng Fuyao took another deep breath and sneered.
Enough.
The world was so cold.
It made people want to draw their swords and kill the heavens.
Her back was originally facing the arena, but she suddenly turned around and picked up the long sword that the Eldest Senior had dropped. She strode in front of the man in black.
The arena suddenly fell silent.
The wind rushed over from the continuous Xuanyuan Mountain Range, breaking free from the shackles of the mountains and forests. It howled and laughed wildly on the huge and spacious white stone field. The fierce mountain wind mixed with sand and stones knocked against the 12 huge copper pillars of the martial arts field, causing them to produce clanking sounds. It also caused people's vision to tilt and sway. Looking at it from such a perspective, the ferocious-eyed four-legged giant beast embossed on the copper pillars seemed to want to rush down in an instant and devour the people.
Fuyao, who stood under the bronze pillar, was thin, strong, and had a straight back.
Even though she looked frail and could be blown away by the wind, she gave off a sense of calmness and boldness. She seemed to be one with the unshakable giant pillar behind her.
Many undecipherable gazes shot over, but Fuyao did not look at anyone. She pursed her lips, tore off a section of her sleeve, and covered her eyes.
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