I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"Then you admit defeat, I only want points."

Ning Ruan said with confidence.

The eight people on the opposite side had ashen faces.

If I had known earlier, I would have run away separately.

unlucky.

"I surrender……"

"Me too."

"I also admit defeat..."

"..."

Without exception, all eight people chose to admit defeat.

Ning Ruan was not surprised by this result.

After all, not everyone has a spiritual fruit that can quickly recover from injuries.

If you are a casual cultivator, you won’t even have many healing elixirs.

For them, naturally the less injuries they can get, the less likely they will be injured.

After gaining eight points, Ning Ruan let him go decisively.

The subsequent ‘hunting’ operations went more and more smoothly.

After arriving and meeting several waves of people, Ning Ruan realized one thing clearly.

The strange sea beneath our feet is shrinking.

No wonder you can get a lot of points just by walking around.

Ning Ruan, who recognized the truth, simply refused to leave.

Formations were deployed for dozens of miles around.

The main thing is that one can enter but not exit.

……

"It is said that Xihaizhou is a place where swordsmanship is prosperous. It turns out that it is nothing more than that. The Western Sword Cultivator knows the flying sword technique? Only you can believe it. Have you ever heard of the sword-controlling talisman in Zhongzhou? With this thing, the spiritual sword can temporarily Having the ability to fly a sword, what’s there to boast about?”

"Zi Ling, be careful what you say."

"Senior brother, I have said it very politely. In my opinion, it is just that their knowledge is too low."

"..."

"Ah, yes, you are right, I have low knowledge, so now... let's have a fight."

Above the blue sea.

Mu Yiqiu suddenly pulled out his long sword and pointed at the man and woman in front of him who were beautifully dressed and looked proud.

She really didn't expect that there would be people from Zhongzhou coming to this trial in Guangyao Island.

It’s just that people are really annoying.

Inexplicably, he said that Ning Buruan's flying sword skills were fake.

Can she still not know whether it is true or false?

Saying that she would rather be soft is a false claim. What's the difference between calling her Mu Yiqiu a loser?

Even her uncle couldn't bear it.

The girl called Zi Ling wrinkled her nose and was about to step forward.

But she was stopped by the young man beside her, who shook his head at her, "I'll do it. It just so happens that I also want to see the strength of the shepherdess."

"With such a strong tone, no wonder you dare to question Ning Buruan's flying sword skills." Mu Yiqiu sneered coldly and took the lead.

The young man opposite was still chuckling to himself, "When I beat the Shepherdess, I will naturally find Miss Ning to compete with her. Flying swordsmanship? I don't believe it."

Not even the most talented sword cultivators in Zhongzhou could practice flying swordsmanship under the Seventh Realm.

Would you rather not be soft?

Ha ha.

The sea that was calm just now suddenly caused huge waves due to the battle between the two.

After the huge wave falls.

Several more figures were approaching this side.

"Mu Yiqiu? Who is that man? He actually got a hundred points. No wonder he can fight like this with Mu Yiqiu, a crazy woman."

"I don't know, but this person is really strong, and I was defeated by him."

"Fellow Daoist Wang, even you lost? How is this possible?"

"I did lose. Even the woman who followed him is quite extraordinary in strength."

"Guangyao Island is just a second-class island. How come there are so many unidentified geniuses?"

"Who knows, but really speaking, I have heard of Mu Yiqiu's name at least, but that Ning Buruo, and this man who fought evenly with Mu Yiqiu, oh, by the way, there is another one The fat guys... are all very powerful, but we have never heard anything about them, it's like... they just appeared out of nowhere."

"...Really, they couldn't be...from other states, right?"

"..."

"I think it's not good for you to call people fat in private?"

Just as several swordsmen were discussing in low voices.

A slightly rounded figure appeared behind everyone.

smiling and kind...

Weird.

Tang Fatty Yi fumbled for the small sword in his palm and looked at the monk who mentioned the word "fatty":

"Brother, let's have a fight?"

"..."

The monk who was enthusiastic about popular science just now suddenly turned pale.

However, several sword cultivators beside him had already fled silently.

The remaining few, just by looking at the situation, knew that they must have fought with the little fat man in front of them long ago...

"I...I admit defeat..." It is impossible to fight.

Tang Yi gently squeezed the small sword in his hand and tsked a few times, "It's really boring."

The words fell.

He raised his eyes to look at Xizhou again, feeling the inconspicuous formation fluctuations, "No, it's quite interesting."

The sword cultivator finally breathed a sigh of relief:...

the other side.

The monks who were preparing to run away because of Tang Yi's appearance were circling back and forth in the distance, but they couldn't leave.

Although several people do not have formation skills, they are not unfamiliar with them.

Especially when I think of all the deeds I have heard before.

No matter how slow their reaction was, everyone was obviously aware of something.

"The formation is Ning Buruan, Ning Buruan is here too!"

The sudden shout almost fell into the ears of everyone present.

The young man who was fighting with Mu Yiqiu was stunned for a moment, and then Mu Yiqiu seized the opportunity and slashed him with his backhand sword.

"Isn't he from Zhongzhou very powerful? He doesn't even know how to enter other people's formations?

Now that Ning Buruan is here, I won't play with you anymore. "

The words fell.

Mu Yiqiu suddenly held the sword with both hands. The fire element contained in the sword energy almost evaporated the rolled up waves instantly.

"Sword intention? You actually understood the sword intention?" The young man opened his mouth in disbelief.

Mu Yiqiu curled her lips. She was once proud of this, but now she no longer felt so excited:

"Ning Buruan can even fly the sword. Is it normal for me to understand the sword's intention?"

"..." That's normal!

How can it be normal?

But I still couldn't say the words I wanted to blurt out.

The young man was chopped off with a sword.

"I surrender!"

The moment you fly out.

The young man struggled to spit out three words.

Then it fell into the sea.

After a moment of shock, the girl named Zi Ling rushed forward and fed the young man a healing elixir:

"Senior brother, senior brother, are you okay?"

"Your senior brother is obviously up to something. You can't even defeat me, but you still look down on Ning Buruan? What a joke." Mu Yiqiu held up his sword and mocked him unceremoniously.

Zi Ling glared angrily: "You..."

"Stop talking...I did lose...Pfft..." Probably out of anger, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mu Yiqiu ignored the two of them and searched towards Western Zhou Dynasty with his spiritual consciousness.

But after searching for a long time, no trace of Ning Buruan was found.

"What does this woman want to do? With such a large formation, does she want to catch everyone in one go?"

As soon as the thought came up, Mu Yiqiu suppressed it forcefully.

This kind of thing cannot be accomplished with just a flying sword.