Fantasy: Awakening SSS-Level Kendo Talent At The Beginning

"Damn...!! Uh... poof...!"

Luo Mingxuan is the second person of the younger generation in Ziyun Sect after the young lord Lin Yanran.

The young and strong man who had half a foot into the Yuling Realm, had never been insulted like this before, and immediately spewed out a mouthful of blood.

As everyone knows, when Luo Mingxuan vomited blood, it was like a fire.

Instantly ignited the blood of the true disciples of the other peaks in Jiejianchi.

"Don't stop me, let me Lian Yunfeng's true disciple, Li Zhaoji, learn Master Sword's tricks!"

"Let me go, Wu Chaoran, my true disciple of Xiangyun Peak, will teach you how to do it!"

"A true disciple of Luoyun Peak..."

"True disciple of Liuyun Peak..."

After a long while, the thoroughly enraged true disciples from various peaks stepped forward to compete with Master Jian.

All the disciples of the True Inheritance knew how powerful this red-clothed man with two swords and scars was, so he didn't hold back any of his moves, and directly used the killer's trump card at the bottom of the box.

It's a pity that the true disciples of the peaks are still not the opponents of Master Jian, and they all ended in disastrous defeat within two moves.

Even.....can't force him to unleash a single sword, let alone unleash both swords.

"The true disciples of Ziyunzong's various peaks are really too weak. No one can make a single sword. Hey... I am really disappointed...!"

Mr. Jian stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head with a look of disdain, a little bit of the loneliness of Dugu Qiu's defeat.

Faced with this merciless face-to-face slap, the thousands of Ziyun Sect disciples could only endure it.

Don't do anything, even though they are all young disciples, they are only twenty years old, but this guy is like a monster, too monstrous and powerful.

It made all the disciples present fearful, and although they were furious, there was nothing they could do.

Ziyunzong's great elder and all the elders all had gloomy expressions, waiting for Lin Yanran to return to the mountain.

If Mr. Sword suppressed his realm to the same level as Lin Yanran, then it is unknown that Lin Yanran might be able to reciprocate with his talent in swordsmanship.

"This young man in red is too strong, he is not at the same level as us!"

"He has such a cultivation base and fighting power when he is less than twenty years old, he is indeed the favorite to win the championship in the Cangxuan Realm Asking Festival!"

"Perhaps only the young suzerain can compete with her when she returns to the sect. After all, the young suzerain is the first genius of Ziyun sect in a hundred years!"

"Indeed, the Young Sect Master once defeated brother Luo Mingxuan with two moves, and his strength may not necessarily be weaker, how much is Mr. Sword?"

"Well, many disciples have gone down the mountain to find the young suzerain, so they should come back!"

"Hmph! Just wait! When my first disciple of Ziyun Sect returns to the mountain, you scarred man won't be so arrogant!"

All of a sudden, the disciples of the ten peaks of the Ziyun Sect who were present were sizing up Mr. Jian, and at the same time complained in a low voice, filled with righteous indignation.

Whoosh! ! !

There was a rapid sound of breaking through the air, and a beautiful figure in a yellow shirt suddenly appeared in the field!

The blue hair fluttered, the yellow shirt danced with the wind, and there was a smug look on her pretty cheeks.

The aura of the second level of the Yuling Realm permeated the whole body, which made the sword boy raise his eyebrows and his eyes shone.

"Is there finally a little girl who can do it? The second level of the Yuling Realm, um... I can barely fight this young master, dare to ask the girl's name?"

Mr. Jian is a young man with full of vigor and vigor. Seeing this talented and beautiful woman in a good mood, he asked one more question.

"There's too much nonsense, you madman.....Look at the sword!!"

Bang! !

Lin Yanran shouted coquettishly, she was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so she drew her sword and slashed down!

She is always arrogant and cold, lonely and self-admired, high above the ground, even if she is in the same class, it is difficult to have a good face.

Now, as soon as I returned to the mountain, I saw the other true disciples from the other peaks lying on the ground in a state of distress. I don't know what happened!

Zheng...! !

The young patriarch Lin Yanran, who was dressed in a yellow shirt, was as light as a swallow, as swift as a crane, and made an incomparably tricky sword towards Young Master Jian as a hood.

There was a sound of wind and thunder wrapped in this sword, it was natural and powerful.

In the eyes of Mr. Jian, it is far better than the true disciples of various peaks who have just shot one after another.

"Hehehe... this sword is not bad, but... it's not enough."

Master Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a sly arc.

In the blink of an eye, in the astonishment of everyone.

Mr. Sword actually repeated the old trick, clasped his palms together, and clamped Lin Yanran's lightning-like sword with his bare hands!

"Hmph! It's a small skill, let's see this lady break it with a sword. Ziyun Gale, roll!"

Seeing his quick sword being clamped by Young Master Jian, the young master didn't panic at all.

The sword energy permeated the whole body, and the cold light flickered on the blade of the long sword.

The next moment, Lin Yanran held the long sword and spun in the air at high speed, like a tornado, bringing up the sword again and again!

"Ding ding ding....!!!"

Sparks flew from Master Jian's palms holding the long sword, his eyebrows frowned, his hands hurt, and he could no longer hold Lin Yanran's long sword, so he had no choice but to let go.

Lin Yanran was not willing to miss this opportunity, took advantage of the opportunity and slashed down with her sword, and the master swordsman blocked it with both fists hastily.

"Ding!!"

Mr. Jian took a step on his hind legs, Lin Yan then fell to the ground, and retreated five steps before standing still.

Although Young Master Jian was careless this round, he still did not lose the wind.

"Jiejiejie...Girl, congratulations, you are worthy of my master's single sword!"

Master Jian raised his hand and made a move.

"Red Jiao, come out!"

"Zheng...!!"

Among the two swords behind Master Jian, one red and one black, a blood-red long sword named Chijiao soared into the sky.

"Raging Flood Swallowing Dragon, Slash!"

The man with the scar in the red clothes had a murderous look all over his body, and his sword pointed towards Lin Yanran who was ten feet away.

"Roar...!!"

The blood-red Chijiao sword in the void burst out a dragon's chant, and the sword energy on the sword body was as violent as a tornado, and it slashed towards Lin Yanran who was under the void!

Sensing the danger of this sword, Great Elder Lin Zhennan couldn't help but want to intervene in the middle finger sparring, but in this way, Ziyunzong's reputation for hundreds of years will also be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Lin Yanran turned pale with shock, pushed her cultivation to the extreme, and blocked it with a horizontal sword!

Ding! !

"uh-huh...!!"

Accompanied by a muffled hum, a figure in a yellow shirt flew upside down.

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