Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 122 Overestimating One's Abilities, The Sword Without Illness

Since Yuan Fei came up the mountain, he has never lost a verbal battle.

Neither the junior sister nor the senior brother could do anything about his sharp tongue...

Just as he was about to scoff and retort, he felt a slight chill on his shoulder; the wind from the sword had reached his Jianjing acupoint, piercing his very bones.

"So fast."

He felt a chill run down his spine, leaned back, and flipped over like a nimble monkey.

At the same time, the longsword in his hand appeared both real and illusory, transforming into two sword shadows that spun around him.

Ding……

It was extremely dangerous, but Ouyang Lan's sword thrust was blocked.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Ha ha……"

Ouyang Lan's expression became even more pleased.

In the past, when she sparred with Yuan Fei, she lost more often than she won.

No, it's almost impossible to win.

The opponent's Tianxuan Sword is a typical example of a dual-sword style...

A long sword split into two sword shadows, one bright and one dark.

The sword is extremely strong and powerful, striking fiercely and advancing relentlessly.
Dark Sword is treacherous and unpredictable, relying on sneak attacks and ambushes.

The two swords spun in a vortex, making it a perfect combination of offense and defense with virtually no weaknesses.

In this situation, unless one's swordsmanship surpasses the opponent's, it would be very difficult to defeat him.

His movements were too agile, and his swordsmanship too cunning.

But now, Ouyang Lan has mastered the entire Thirteen Deadly Swords technique, reaching a level of proficiency where her swordsmanship is unparalleled, her spirit transcending mere form...

When they make a move, they are no longer rigid and methodical; their moves are flexible and unpredictable, and every move they make is a brilliant one.

How could Yuan Fei possibly stop him?
"it is good."

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from all around.

The disciples were also very supportive, and they became excited when they saw that the pretty and graceful Senior Sister Ouyang had gained the upper hand with a single sword strike.

None of us are complete novices.

You can learn a lot from just one sword strike.

The simple and skillful move, "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun," is something anyone can do.

However, apart from the eldest disciple Yue Lingfeng, none of the other disciples could produce such a powerful and energetic aura.

In particular, the fact that Senior Sister Ouyang only used basic sword techniques was enough to force Senior Brother Yuan to use his signature moves was truly astounding.

Judging from the current situation, if the [Heavenly Pivot Sword Technique] is no match for the [Basic Sword Technique], then things will get really interesting.

Of course, most importantly, all the disciples of Jingxin Hall practiced basic swordsmanship. They were not yet qualified to cultivate the advanced Seven Star Sword, so seeing Ouyang Lan wield the sword in such a way created an incredibly immersive experience.

"Stop dodging, Sixth Senior Brother, take a closer look. See if Junior Sister's swordsmanship has regressed or improved. Has she been slacking off?"

Ouyang Lan pressed her advantage relentlessly, unleashing a deadly thirteen-sword combo like a raging storm, executing moves such as "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun," "Flowing Wind and Returning Snow," "Ripples Rising on a Calm Lake," and "Looking Back at the Moon"...

He fought until Yuan Fei was drenched in sweat, dodging and rolling around, panting for breath.

Hearing the cheers from all sides, he was overwhelmed with shame and roared, "Junior Sister, I'm getting serious now! Take this move, [Moon Conceals Stars]..."

Yuan Fei's thin, dark face turned a deep, dark red, and he stepped back, his body arched like a bow.

With a heavy stomp of his feet, the longsword suddenly transformed into a swift arrow, whistling as it cleaved through the air. At the same time, a sword shadow quietly appeared, its speed suddenly increasing by nearly double.

"Boom..."

The sharp edge, like a powerful arrow, had just pierced within half a foot of Ouyang Lan's body.

The disciples around them had just barely registered their fears when they saw a mountain of swords rapidly rise up in front of their senior sister...

Beyond the Sword Mountain, the light was dazzling and the chilling atmosphere was palpable, like a river of swords.

Yuan Fei pierced it with his sword.

It was like crashing into a towering mountain; his arm trembled, and he was thrown backward, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

"Using your ultimate move, as if no one can't do it." Ouyang Lan twirled her sword, then sheathed it. She had already grasped the essence of the [Oath of Love] move.

Compared to Yuan Fei's forced and overly forceful use of [Moon Shadow Starfall], this is far superior.

If this were not a friendly sparring match between fellow disciples, but a life-or-death struggle, her sword could easily cleave her opponent in two as he was sent flying backward.

"Was it Master and Mistress who forced you to cultivate so hard, Junior Sister? It seems I've misunderstood you."

Yuan Fei's face turned from black to white, and he looked extremely dejected, especially with the cheers all around him, which were incredibly jarring.

It's incredibly embarrassing that I can't even beat my junior sister, who has a solid foundation in swordsmanship.

The junior sister, who spends her days sightseeing, catching rabbits and butterflies, can easily defeat him.

So, what is the point of practicing swordsmanship so hard?

When the Three Lineages Competition finally comes, if I were to step onto the stage and face the disciples of the other two lineages, I might end up making the Wangtianya lineage lose all face.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that if his master and mistress were personally giving his junior sister special instruction and helping her improve her swordsmanship, it would make sense.

Thinking about it this way made me feel a little better.

"Little Liu, I used to think you were straightforward and outspoken. Turns out, you can't handle losing!"
"To be frank, my parents really don't have time for me; they're always busy taking care of me. My swordsmanship has improved so much, but that's all thanks to my junior brother."

When Ouyang Lan mentioned her junior brother Lu Wubing, she was even happier than when her own swordsmanship was improving rapidly.

'A master, someone I taught.'

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Yuan Fei looked incredulous and shouted.

He knew that Lu Wubing had easily passed the first three trials of the Ancestral Master Cave Sword Gate, and had even passed the fourth trial.

However, that only indicates great potential.

After all, it was just an advanced assessment, testing the basic swordsmanship skills of disciples with ninth-rank cultivation.

He could admit that among the low-ranking disciples, those who had just entered the sect, Lu Wubing was one of the best.

But who are they? They are seventh-ranked individuals who have been practicing for seven or eight years, or even ten years.

He's almost at the level of a second-rate martial artist.

Ouyang Lan and Lu Wubing had a difference of seven or eight years in cultivation time, and their cultivation levels were also two or three grades apart. How could they be compared?

Not to mention, practicing swordsmanship with Lu Wubing allowed me to absorb valuable resources, greatly improving my swordsmanship.

That's a complete lie.

"You don't believe me simply because you haven't witnessed it. Hehe, the sword prodigies taught by this senior sister are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

Ouyang Lan was very proud, her head held high like a peacock, which made Lu Wubing laugh.

The disciples around them laughed along with them.

I thought to myself that my senior sister still loves to brag.

However, what she said this time was actually the truth, and apart from Lu Wubing himself, really no one believed her.

"Ninth Junior Brother, why don't we test our swordsmanship?"

Yuan Fei's eyes darted around, and he spotted Lu Wubing.

Having just lost face and unable to find a reason to excuse himself, he felt a tightness in his chest as he listened to Ouyang Lan's enthusiastic praise of his ninth junior brother.

Judging from her tone, it seemed that not only was he inferior to her, but he was also far inferior to his ninth junior brother...

Wait a minute, it's better to beat Ninth Junior Brother until he's crawling all over the ground before you talk.

"Hehe, maybe we shouldn't."

Lu Wubing was incredibly perceptive; he immediately saw through his sixth senior brother's intentions—this man was as thin as a monkey—who was trying to regain face by taking advantage of him.

Look at you, so useless.

I've only been a beginner for less than two months, how can you be so shameless?

Yuan Fei laughed heartily and said, "Don't be afraid, Ninth Junior Brother. This kind of sparring between fellow disciples is something we all have to go through. I'm very careful with my strength and I will never let you get hurt."

Well, rolling and dodging on the ground, covered in dirt, it certainly doesn't count as being injured.

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(End of this chapter)