The entire arena fell into an eerie silence. Only the black-robed youth, who had been waiting with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head and stared at Fuyao.
Before he could retract his gaze, a black shadow flashed before his eyes in the next instant, and a figure had already swept over like a bolt of lightning. Because her movements and strength were too fast and too great, the air even faintly crackled with sonic booms.
Before she arrived, her snow-white fingers had already pierced through the air. A black dagger glowed darkly at her fingertips, and a sharp gust of wind swept past, heading straight for his eyes!
It was only a single move, but it was fast, ruthless, and accurate. The angle of the attack was crafty and unimaginably vicious. The challenger was still unfazed, but everyone in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect gasped in shock.
This move was a perfect combination of strength, angle, and speed … No one in the entire Mystic Essence Sword Sect could execute it except for the Master …
The youth laughed coldly. With a shift of his feet, he took three steps back like flowing water. With a flip of his hand, the green-steel longsword shot out from under his armpit like a snake, heading straight for Fuyao's chest.
The two swords clashed, and a clanging sound rang out. The entire arena trembled, and even the fierce wind seemed to stop.
The wind from the sword scattered her black hair like mist. She tossed her head, revealing a lock of her hair between her red lips and white teeth. It was startlingly bright and beautiful.
The black-robed youth's eyes flashed, and he raised his longsword diagonally. Countless snow-white electric arcs flashed, and Fuyao's hair, which had been charging forward, was pulled straight. Then, without a sound, it floated down like smoke.
As the strand of hair floated down, the soft arc curved in the air and suddenly disappeared into thin air.
The entire arena gasped, but the sect leaders were shocked. The disappearance of the strand of hair seemed to have been destroyed by Fuyao, who had not even tried to evade or avoid the attack. It had always been easy to destroy a tough body, but it was difficult to destroy a soft object. What kind of inner force did this girl practice? How could she release her strength and destroy things without leaving a trace?
The White Mountain Sect Leader finally looked at the skinny girl in the arena, but there was still no worry on his face. He could tell that although the girl's swordsmanship was outstanding, her skills were lacking. Although her achievements at such a young age were shocking, she was still lacking compared to the Traceless Sword, who had many fortuitous encounters, rich experience, and had many years of fame in the pugilistic world.
'Want to win? Dream on. '
He adjusted himself comfortably in his seat and stroked his beard with a smile.
In the field, after the first round of evenly matched moves, two figures, one in black and one in black, were entangled with each other in the blink of an eye. Both of them moved extremely fast, and the onlookers could only feel the strong wind blowing against their faces and suffocating them. The two figures were dazzling like butterflies flying through flowers. The black and black figures tumbled and rolled, and they spun and danced on the wide white stone ground, leaving behind streaks of colorful flowing light. Wherever they passed, the smooth ground continued to extend with fine cracks, interweaving and crisscrossing, like a strange picture.
Seeing that Meng Fuyao's swordsmanship was obviously more profound and powerful than that of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, the other sects were even more astonished. Those from the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, on the other hand, had long since widened their eyes.
Was this the same Meng Fuyao who always came in last in sword competitions? Was this the Meng Fuyao who wasn't even allowed to learn the Xuanyuan Internal Skill due to her poor aptitude? This kind of swordsmanship is light and exquisite, and the concept is extraordinary. Even our sect is inferior to it. Where did she learn it from?
Seventh Senior Brother, who had just shoved Meng Fuyao, took a deep breath and mumbled, "The hundredth move. Eldest Senior Brother didn't even last ten moves against that person's sword …"
Sixth Senior Brother, who was beside him, gulped. His voice was so loud that even he was startled.
In the midst of the commotion, Pei Yuan's expression kept changing. She had just stepped on Meng Fuyao, and in the blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao had displayed a strength that even she could not compare to. Gradually, a layer of ashen haze shrouded her brows.
In contrast, Lin Xuanyuan's expression was the calmest. His fingers lightly tapped on the bow of his seat, and his expression was one of deep thought.
The duel in the field had already come to an end.
All of a sudden, the green-steel sword broke through the layer of dark-colored light and silently approached Meng Fuyao's wrist. Like flowing water, it slid gently toward Meng Fuyao's heart.
The astral wind was like a thread, threatening to end her life.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao smiled at the black-robed youth who was closing in on her.
This was the moment she had been waiting for.
She bit down on her red lip with her white teeth, causing a drop of blood to flow out like a coral. With a puff, Meng Fuyao blew on it, causing the drop of blood to fuse with the third level of Cleaving Nine Heavens and shoot out like a bolt of lightning.
The surrounding air immediately became moist and heavy, condensing into a white mist that was dyed light red by the drop of blood. With a whoosh, the mist enveloped the youth in black, twisting and dancing like a net, blocking his line of sight.
However, in that lightning-fast moment …
With a flip of her fingers, the short sword in Meng Fuyao's palm spun nimbly. The sword's ray suddenly expanded, and with a swoosh, a beautiful fan-shaped light screen opened up. Within the dazzling light screen, a slender white ray that was almost invisible to the naked eye flowed out like flowing water. With a flash of cold light, it shot toward the opponent's chest with a whoosh!
Cleaving Nine Heavens Sword Technique's third form, Azure Lightning!
Like a sudden burst of lightning in the blue dome of heaven, it traversed the vast sea and the vast wilderness in an instant.
At an extremely close distance, with an extremely strong force, that cold ray of light would take a life at a speed that ordinary people could not evade!
The sound of the wind was extremely fierce, and the murderous intent was as sharp as a blade. Due to the strong friction in the air, a sharp sound like a ghost's howl could be heard.
Alarmed cries rang out, and the Sect Leader of White Mountain and the rest suddenly stood up from their seats. Lin Xuanyuan, who had been thoughtfully tapping his fingers on the chair, was also startled by the murderous aura. His fingers hit nothing but air.
A disciple who was standing closer to Meng Fuyao cried out in pain, covering his face as he retreated. After a while, a thin trickle of blood flowed down from between his fingers.
His face had been injured by the overflowing true Qi.
Such a fierce, biting cold, and almost impossible to escape killing move caused the people who had stood up in shock to look at each other in dismay. A chill ran down their spines.
However, the youth's eyesight and reflexes were outstanding. When the cold ray appeared, he was still hidden in the light screen, but he had already retreated hastily. With a flash of a black shadow, he flipped over like a raging dragon and leaped ten feet away. Even so, he was still a step too slow. Amidst the silence, there was a soft crack as the white ray pierced through his shoulder. A huge flower of blood bloomed brilliantly on the back of his somewhat thin shoulder.
The youth landed on the ground and staggered unsteadily. Meng Fuyao smiled and straightened her sleeves, standing tall in the wind.
Meng Fuyao was victorious.
The White Mountain Sect Leader's expression changed drastically. There were rules in the Sword Trial Assembly that forbade one from relying on numbers to win. He had predicted that none of the disciples of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect would be a match for the youth in black. That was why he had been fearless after the Green City Sword Sect Leader, who was the strongest among the Zhu Family Sect Leaders, had lost to Lin Xuanyuan. Who would have thought that this ugly girl would appear out of nowhere and ruin his plans? He could not help but curse himself for saying such a cheap thing. Otherwise, the ugly girl would have left long ago, and such a strange turn of events would not have happened.
The arena was silent. The disciples of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect stared blankly at Meng Fuyao. Under the sunlight, the girl's long hair and black robe fluttered in the wind. She lifted her chin slightly, forming an exquisite and smooth arc. With a mocking smile, she looked around. Her glance was even more dazzling than the sun.
Some of the people who had mocked her earlier involuntarily shrank back when her gaze swept over them.
With a cold smile, Meng Fuyao threw the short sword away. With a crack, the blade sank three inches into the ground, creating a foot-long crack on the white stone floor. It looked like a cold and mocking smirk.
The red tassel on the sword fluttered in the wind, wantonly and ostentatious, burning the eyes of the onlookers.
The neat and exquisite white stone floor of the arena had been destroyed by Meng Fuyao, but no one in the arena spoke a word.
The young man in black walked to the door without looking back. Suddenly, he turned around and stared coldly at Fuyao, who had just unwrapped her cloth and raised her head.
Their eyes met, and the light in the youth's eyes fluctuated like the waves on the vast sea.
Meng Fuyao looked back at him calmly. Her gaze was clear and bright, like the rising moon on the sea.
Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on the youth's face. He lifted his eyes to look behind Meng Fuyao, then turned around and strode away.
Meng Fuyao turned back in puzzlement, only to realize that Lin Xuanyuan had soundlessly appeared behind her.
She jumped in fright and quickly retreated. Suddenly, her head felt dizzy.
A gust of wind with a fishy smell suddenly rolled up.
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