Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

Xiao Lingjiang looked at Ning Yuan with unwavering resolve.

She brandished her longsword, which rang out with a clang, and said solemnly, "My Purple Jade Sword is a superior talismanic weapon. Where is yours?"

Ning Yuan pondered for a moment, then said with some distress, "A talisman? The worst item I have is a magic weapon."

Xiao Lingjiang's eyebrows twitched, but she suppressed the fire in her heart and her eyes became even calmer.

Is this considered mockery?

Perhaps he was telling the truth, but the more he said that, the more it showed that Ning Yuan did not take him seriously.

That's good, the more he underestimates me, the greater my chances will be!

At this moment, a busybody stepped forward, stood up, and tossed a precious sword to Ning Yuan from afar.

"Young Master Ning, I do not enjoy cultivation, but I love swords. This sword is my personal sword. Although it has no spiritual runes or restrictions, its material is hard and no worse than a talisman weapon."

Ning Yuan took the sword and lightly flicked the blade with his finger.

Weng Yiyi

Ning Yuan smiled and said, "A fine sword."

Then he casually twirled the sword, holding it in his right hand with the tip pointing downwards, while his left hand was behind his back, his posture elegant.

"good!"

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The crowd was puzzled, but they all clapped and cheered.

However, some people found it both funny and frustrating. While Ning Yuan's pose looked good, it was full of flaws and lacked any real flair.

Xiao Lingjiang automatically blocked out the noise, her eyes only on Ning Yuan's figure.

She let out a soft breath. "Can we begin?"

"certainly……"

Before Ning Yuan could finish speaking, a glint of sword light arrived first, aiming straight for his throat.

"At least let them finish what they have to say."

Ning Yuan shifted his stance, narrowly dodging the sword's edge, then nestled into Xiao Lingjiang's arms, softly asking, "I have no grudge against you, why do you want to fight me?"

The two were so close that, to onlookers, they looked like they were about to kiss.

Xiao Lingjiang didn't sense any ambiguity at all. Instead, her pupils contracted slightly, and she felt a chill. As a reflex, she swung her sword to the right and slashed downwards.

However, Ning Yuan, as if by magic, had already circled behind her a step ahead, so this sword strike naturally achieved nothing.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiao Lingjiang quickly stepped forward, widening the distance between herself and the boy behind her.

She gripped the sword hilt, a bead of cold sweat sliding down her temple.

"How is this possible? Why can't I hit him?"

Xiao Lingjiang gritted her teeth, brandished her longsword, and charged forward again.

Her sword was sharp and nimble, flying gracefully like a startled swan or a swimming dragon, leaving the viewer breathless.

Many people clenched their fists in worry for Ning Yuan.

Qiao Shuang and Xiao Heng were ready to make a move at any time.

However, when faced with the girl's sharp blade rushing straight at him, Ning Yuan neither dodged nor evaded, but casually raised his left hand and thrust it straight out.

Ding!

Above the Cloud Palace, the sun shines brightly, and the white clouds resemble mist.

A clanging sound of swords clashing rang out.

A dazzling spark burst forth from the point where the swords clashed.

"What?"

An unimaginable force emanated from the sword, nearly causing Xiao Lingjiang to drop it. She was once again utterly shocked.

If the first time was an accident, then the second time she should have come to terms with the facts.

Xiao Lingjiang was stunned, staring blankly at her sword.

Could it be... that my swordsmanship is truly inferior to his?

A moment later, she silently raised her sword and attacked Ning Yuan again.

So what? I'm not without my own cards to play!

Ning Yuan held his sword upright in front of him, one blade pointing forward and the other horizontally across his brow, neatly separating his eyes.

He didn't draw his sword, but simply moved his body, taking steps as if he were taking a stroll, and just barely avoided the sword's edge.

He strolled leisurely, exuding an air of undiminished power.

"No matter how good the sword technique is, if the speed is insufficient and the sword cannot hit the enemy, then it is meaningless."

Xiao Lingjiang retorted sharply, "It's not your place to teach me!"

After saying this, the girl held her breath and focused all her strength, disregarding her posture, all for the sake of a lightning-fast sword strike!

However, this time Xiao Lingjiang's movements were actually slower.

But her expression was incredibly focused.

The distance between the two closed again. Suddenly, Xiao Lingjiang's spiritual energy erupted, and with a slight movement of her wrist, she vibrated the sword blade.

With this movement, the longsword swiftly left afterimages, its tip like falling snowflakes, instantly creating nine snowflakes that blocked and attacked from all directions, covering Ning Yuan's entire field of vision.

The second realm of swordsmanship: "The sword is like spring rain, closing off heaven and earth!"

not good!

Once this move was made, Qiao Shuang could no longer hold back. Just as she was about to unleash her magic to strike Xiao Lingjiang...

Ning Yuan, however, seemed to have anticipated this and shouted out.

"Stop!"

Immediately afterwards, he laughed loudly and raised his sword to meet the attack.

"Good timing!"

Ning Yuan remained unchanged, responding to all changes with the same unchanging approach. He thrust out his sword with a completely natural and effortless style, devoid of any artifice.

Swords clashed and passed each other.

In a short while, the outcome was decided.

Xiao Lingjiang's longsword had already reached Ning Yuan's head, but she couldn't cut it down no matter what she did.

A slight difference can lead to a huge error.

Ning Yuan used the hilt of his sword to block the girl's sword, and lightly touched her chest with the tip of his sword, cutting a slit about the width of a finger.

"Very good, the speed is sufficient this time, but unfortunately, the sword is not sharp."

Ning Yuan summarized the discussion and gave a critique of Xiao Ling and Jiang Rui.

Do you kill someone and then destroy their spirit?

At this moment, the group of aristocratic disciples who had originally come to attend the banquet and indulge in a life of pleasure had already had their Dao hearts collapse.

I thought Ning Yuan was the biggest playboy in Luodu, but I never expected that he had secretly mastered such excellent swordsmanship.

Even though they don't understand swordsmanship.

However, Ning Yuan's every move was elegant and simple, yet beautiful. Although it was a sword duel, it was like a perfect duel of two swordsmen, which was a feast for the eyes and made people exclaim that it was so exciting.

After a long while, Xiao Heng was the first to raise his wine cup, drink it all in one gulp, and then clapped and cheered, "Brother Yuan's swordsmanship is extraordinary, and you won fairly and squarely. Congratulations, Brother Yuan, on winning the heart of your beauty!"

Everyone quickly came to their senses and showered him with praise.

"Haha, please excuse my poor appearance. It is indeed getting late, so I will take my leave now. Please forgive me."

After saying that, Ning Yuan threw the sword back to its original owner, which caused a scramble among the crowd.

Ning Yuan turned around, walked to Xiao Lingjiang who was standing silently in place, took the soft sword hanging from her hand, and threw it aside.

"This sword is too bad. I'll get you a better one later."

Ning Yuan gently patted the girl's smooth face, looking down at his spoils of war, then gestured slightly to the side.

Qiao Shuang immediately understood and hurriedly summoned the Cloud Chariot and the Azure Gold Crimson Dragon.

"Then, come back to the manor with me."

Ning Yuan took the girl's soft, boneless hand in his.

Perhaps because he is a cultivator, his body is nourished by spiritual energy every day, so he doesn't have the rough calluses of ordinary martial artists.

The skin feels smooth and cool to the touch.

It felt nice to the touch, and Ning Yuan was in a good mood, squeezing it a few more times.

Xiao Lingjiang, Xiao Lingjiang, no matter how great your achievements may be in the future, you will only be defeated by me now!

Throughout the process, Xiao Lingjiang lost all her spirit, her eyes glazed over, like a delicate doll, letting Ning Yuan manipulate her, and under his guidance, she slowly and deliberately entered the carriage.