Collapse Iron: The Five Heroes of the Clouds Won't Let Me Go

The perspective shifts again, this time to Yanqing.

The general informed her that Grandmaster Jingliu would be returning to Luofu today.

So Yanqing rushed to the port to wait, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his master's starship.

As they waited and waited, the grandmaster didn't arrive; instead, the antimatter legion appeared.

"Hmph! These wretched creatures are one thing, but even your pawns of destruction dare to run wild on the Immortal Ship! Do you really think the Immortal Ship is easy to bully?!"

Protecting the Immortal Ship was a belief that Yanqing had ingrained in her bones since childhood.

How could Yanqing not be angered by the fact that he violated the immortal boat in front of her?

Yanqing was itching to fight.

"Sword drawn!"

Six flying swords emerged from behind Yan Qing, freely weaving through the enemy ranks under her control of her true energy.

"Ten thousand swords, descend from the heavens!"

The power of destiny converged, and countless frost blades materialized, slaying countless enemies.

These expendable soldiers were no match for Yanqing at all.

Yanqing now claims to be second to none among the younger generation.

Yanqing was engrossed in killing and completely forgot about welcoming his master.

Before long, all that remained of her port were the twisted remains of the illusory soldiers.

Yanqing let out a long breath; he had indeed sweated a healthy amount.

That's right, this was just a warm-up for her.

He sheathed his sword, adjusted his breathing, and suddenly a clear, cold female voice spoke in his ear:

"Little sister, your swordsmanship is quite good. Have you joined the Cloud Cavalry? Which family does your swordsmanship originate from?"

Yanqing felt her hair stand on end. How could someone have gotten so close to her without her noticing?!

She gripped the sword hilt, pushed off with her feet, and instantly created distance between herself and the person next to her.

Only after making sure the person wasn't pursuing him did Yanqing dare to look up at his face.

She was a tall woman in military attire, with white hair like a waterfall, blood-red eyes, and wearing a black military uniform with cloud patterns. She held a jet-black sword in her hand.

Just standing there, he resembled a sword about to be drawn from its sheath.

"Not bad, you have a good sense of vigilance and a high level of combat awareness. This little sister has made me quite eager to take notice of your talent."

Jingliu could tell that the blonde girl in front of him was probably a child, no more than twelve years old.

To possess such swordsmanship and awareness at such a young age is truly a genius.

If he doesn't perish along the way, he will surely become a pillar of the Immortal Ship.

Just as a fine sword is forged through tempering, even a rough gem can be further polished.

It's already very good, and Jingliu is very satisfied.

Having sensed the anomaly in Luofu while on the Starship, Jingliu didn't hesitate. He drew his sword and traversed the sky to reach the port.

Unexpectedly, the enemy had already been dealt with by the little girl in front of her, making her worry for nothing.

Yanqing was overjoyed when she saw Jingliu's face clearly.

Jing Liu noticed Yan Qing's emotions and chuckled:

"What? You don't recognize me? No problem, I know a little about swordsmanship. Little sister, would you like to call me 'big sister'? I can give you some pointers~"

"Grandmaster!"

Mirror Flow: "?"

"What did you call me?"

"Grandmaster! I've been waiting for you for so long, you've finally arrived!"

"You call me Grandmaster? You must be Yanqing?"

"Yes, I am Yanqing. I have finally met my grandmaster! I will definitely ask him for some pointers on swordsmanship afterward!"

"Hehe...hehehe..."

Jingliu's expression suddenly turned cold, and Yanqing clearly sensed this change in emotion, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"I knew about your talent back then, but now it seems that Jingyuan didn't teach you well."

"Your martial arts skills are not bad, which must have been honed through years of fighting, but your swordsmanship is far inferior, utterly terrible!"

Yanqing scratched his head, looking disappointed and confused:

"But Grandmaster, didn't you just...?"

Did I say anything? Are you satisfied with your current level?

"No! I'm constantly improving my swordsmanship too!"

"Hehe, with your current level, I can only say that the purity is too low."

"Grandmaster... what does this mean?"

Jingliu sighed softly, looking at Yanqing's appearance. Although she was mature beyond her years, she did not have any of the characteristics of their lineage.

Jingyuan, how did you teach your apprentice? Did you let him run wild? Or were you too lenient with him?

And Master Yaofeng, you've retired and you're not taking care of anything anymore? Yanqing's sword is so weak and feeble. In that case, let her teach!

"Yanqing, your master values ​​your talent and doesn't want to see you wasted your sword skills and spirit."

"Today, my master will take on the role of Jingyuan in instructing you on what a sword truly is. Come! Take my sword strike! Let me see your true skill!"

Yanqing was dumbfounded. She had only come to pick up her grandmaster. What was going on?

"Grandmaster, please don't act rashly. You can learn swordsmanship from us when we get back."

"You actually refused?! Are you scared?!"

Yanqing took a deep breath. She had never been afraid since she was old enough to understand things!

"Grandmaster, I understand. Although this place is not a good one, Yanqing will never back down!"

Jing Liu chuckled lightly, and then the boundless killing intent that had emerged from the battle instantly locked onto Yan Qing.

This killing intent was forged by Jing Liu's sword strikes, and for the inexperienced Yan Qing, it was like a hellish inferno.

Yanqing's face was covered in a fine layer of sweat. This was his grandmaster, this was the Sword Master?!

Compared to those monstrous, weak soldiers, they are far, far more powerful.

This is a true mortal enemy.

The sword in my master's hand must be the Zhili Sword. From afar, it looks like ordinary iron, but upon closer inspection, it is truly a divine weapon.

The Mirror Flow Sword Intent accumulated, its momentum increasing layer by layer, causing utter astonishment.

As Yanqing gazed at the icy blue sword aura, a voice in her heart kept urging her on.

That's the instinct for survival.

Run! Run!

Don't answer! You'll die!

【Do not answer!!!】

However, Yanqing's body instinctively took a step forward; she was going to take the sword!

I'm very satisfied with the mirror flow:

"What courage! This is my grand-disciple."

Jingliu stepped on the clouds, leaped into the air, and swung his sword down.

The icy sword energy fell straight down, like frost melting into the azure moon.

Yanqing's body trembled, but she still wielded her sword and unleashed a concentrated strike! A sword, rising from below, pierced the sun like a white rainbow.

boom--!

Jingliu's sword energy, unleashed with 40% of his power, was destroyed by Yanqing's sword, but Yanqing also collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

"Indeed, in terms of foundation, you are more solid and profound than I thought. It seems to be thanks to A-Xiao. Yanqing, sit quietly and regulate your breathing, then come home with me. I want to find that girl Jingyuan and demand an explanation."

Yanqing felt that her hands were numb and she couldn't muster any strength.

If my grandmaster were here at this time, a single [Horse] talisman would restore the body.

But Yanqing can only rely on herself now.

She forced herself to sit up and cross-legged.

Jingliu nodded again; Yanqing's willpower was even stronger than she had imagined.

Despite having exhausted all her strength to block only 40% of her power, Yanqing did not seem frustrated or doubtful.

If it were a casual sword strike, Yanqing could easily catch it, which would actually be quite surprising for Jingliu.

At such a young age, Yanqing was able to withstand 40% of her sword energy, which made her very satisfied with his growth.

For some reason, the thought that this was Jing Yuan's disciple, and that the sword in his hand was so confused and lacked any purity, made Jing Liu furious.

It's time to teach Yanqing how to improve the purity.