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Chapter 1757

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"Are you sure you want to see my sword techniques?" Zhou Wen looked at the girl and asked helplessly.

"Of course. How can I go back on my word? If I want to bet, I'll do it to the end. " The more Zhou Wen was unwilling to force the girl into a corner, the more excited she became. She believed that she had grasped Zhou Wen's weakness.

"Alright, I hope you won't regret it." Zhou Wen had nowhere to retreat, nor did he wish to.

"I definitely won't regret it," the girl said firmly.

Zhou Wen didn't waste any more time. With a wave of his hand, an ordinary sword appeared in his hand.

"What do I have to do for you to think that my sword techniques are good enough?" Zhou Wen asked the girl.

"No, not good. It's the same as her sword techniques and better than hers." The girl corrected him and continued, "How about this? Use all your strength to attack me. I'll naturally be able to tell if your sword techniques are better than hers."

"No." Zhou Wen shook his head.

"Why? Are you going back on your word? "the girl mocked.

"Of course not. I'm just afraid that you will go back on your word after losing and refuse to admit it," Zhou Wen said.

"How can I, a dignified person … go back on my word? Am I that kind of person? "The girl was instantly infuriated.

"I don't know what kind of person you are, but there were people who refused to admit it." The way Zhou Wen looked at the girl was clearly saying, "Don't you know what kind of person you are?"

The girl originally wanted to retort, but when she thought of how she seemed to be in the wrong, the words that came to her mouth changed. "What do you think I should do?"

"Swords have no eyes. It's inevitable that there will be accidental injuries. There's no need to draw your sword. How about this? Since you have to take me as your master if you lose, I'll teach you in advance. You can use any sword technique and I'll correct your mistakes. "Zhou Wen threw the sword in his hand to the girl.

"You want to teach me how to use a sword?" The girl caught the sword and stared at Zhou Wen with widened eyes. The corners of her eyes twitched as though she had heard something unbelievable or a terrible joke.

"That's right." Zhou Wen nodded with certainty.

"Good, very good." The girl was so angry that she laughed. She cursed inwardly, You really don't know your place. What an arrogant and ignorant human. You actually dare to shamelessly say that you want to teach me how to use the sword. I'm the Saintess of the Trajectory Holy Temple. Can you understand my sword techniques?

"Then watch carefully." The girl was infuriated, but she didn't argue further. She drew her sword and slashed at Zhou Wen.

Everyone was shocked by her action because her sword was too fast, and it was exactly the same as the sword technique that Qin Zhen had used. There was almost no difference between them.

Even Li Xuan, Mingxiu, and Feng Qiuyan's expressions changed drastically.

Just by watching for a while, he was able to use Qin Zhen's swordsmanship exactly the same. This was not just the same movements, but even the aura and sword intent were exactly the same. This kind of ability was simply inhuman.

Or rather, this girl had long been plotting against Zhou Wen. That was why she had studied the sword technique that Zhou Wen had handed to Qin Zhen so thoroughly.

No matter which possibility it was, this young girl did not come with good intentions.

Zhou Wen wasn't surprised when he saw the girl's ability. Instead, he confirmed her identity.

When he saw the girl and Xiao, Zhou Wen had roughly guessed that she was from the six temples. Now, he was basically certain that the girl was from the Trajectory Holy Temple like Xiao.

With Shi Yu's help, Zhou Wen could see more clearly than the average person. It wasn't an exact copy, but a copy.

This wasn't something that had been trained, but replicated. Only the Trajectory Holy Temple, which studied the power of trajectories, was good at such things.

The sword in the girl's hand slashed at Zhou Wen in an extremely domineering manner. The flashing sword beams crisscrossed like lightning and cracks, enveloping Zhou Wen's entire body. It left anyone who saw it shuddering in fear.

However, Zhou Wen remained motionless. Even when the girl retracted her sword and retreated, he didn't move his toes.

Zhou Wen wasn't afraid, but the people watching from the side were so nervous that their palms were covered in sweat. If the girl's sword had tilted a little, Zhou Wen's head would have been gone.

Thankfully, such a thing didn't happen. Zhou Wen was safe and sound.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll chop off your head?" Looking at the motionless Zhou Wen, there was a hint of surprise in the girl's eyes. She felt that this person was rather bold.

"Why should I be afraid? Didn't we agree? It's just guidance, not a duel. You won't hurt me, so what's there to be afraid of? "Zhou Wen said calmly.

Zhou Wen naturally didn't think so. He wasn't dodging because he was confident that the girl couldn't hurt him. He only said that to hold the girl back with his words, hoping that she wouldn't turn hostile if she lost.

The girl was still a little naive, so she never expected Zhou Wen to be so cunning. She thought that although Zhou Wen wasn't much of a person, he was still trustworthy.

"You're done reading the sword art. Now, please correct me." The girl threw the sword back to Zhou Wen and said to him with a faint smile.

She had replicated Qin Zhen's sword art without any mistakes. She still wanted to prove if Zhou Wen had taught Qin Zhen the sword art.

"At this level of sword art, words can no longer describe it. It's called teaching by example. I'll show it to you once. You will naturally know where you went wrong after seeing it." Zhou Wen's words infuriated the girl. It was as though she had already lost and had to take Zhou Wen as her master.

However, there was no time for the girl to retort. The sword in Zhou Wen's hand had already slashed down at her.

Domineering and resolute. If Qin Zhen's domineeringness was like an empress of the mortal world, having an irresistible and supreme authority, then Zhou Wen's strike would be unreasonable and domineering.

Then, Zhou Wen's strike would be unreasonable and domineering.

The immortal pinched his fingers and divined. This treasure is fated with me. All of you, step down.

The immortal pinched his fingers and divined again. You are fated to die. This immortal will uphold justice on behalf of the heavens and slay you today.

When an emperor killed someone, he would at least find a groundless crime. As for this immortal form, there was no need for any reason. He was the will of the heavens. If he said you deserved to die, you deserved to die.

Such domineeringness was something mortals could only dream of, but they would never be able to achieve it.

Such domineeringness wasn't Zhou Wen's sword intent. His sword intent was even more resolute.

Immortal Slaying, Immortal Slaying. Regardless of whether you were an immortal or a heavenly being, I could slay you with a single strike.

This was the tyrant of tyrants. If you were domineering, I would be even more domineering than you. Your father was your father. There was no room for negotiation when he beat you up.

The girl had originally made up her mind to remain motionless like Zhou Wen to showcase her elegance. She was good at the power of trajectories. If Zhou Wen wanted to harm her, she could determine the trajectory the moment he attacked. It wouldn't be too late to dodge then.

However, when Zhou Wen slashed out, the girl was alarmed to discover that she couldn't predict the trajectory of the strike. She couldn't be sure if the strike would eventually slash at her.

The girl's face immediately revealed a look of panic. The completely unpredictable trajectory threw the girl, who was used to having an omniscient view, into chaos.

Zhou Wen's originally gentle image suddenly became as terrifying as a ghost in her eyes. The domineering sword seemed to become Death's scythe, about to reap her beautiful and alluring life.

In her panic, the girl couldn't help but take a step back.

(End of this chapter)

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