After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Discussions arose one after another, but the vast majority of people still favored Jian Tianyi.

After all, the title of the strongest sword genius in the Heavenly Sword Sect in a hundred years is too prestigious.

Lin Fengmian, after all, was still just a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

……

On the arena.

Jian Tianyi stood with his sword on his back, his clothes fluttering even without wind, and an incomparably sharp sword intent emanated from him.

He looked at Lin Fengmian with icy eyes, his voice as cold as frost:

"Lin Fengmian, come up here and face your death!"

Lin Fengmian flexed his wrists and slowly walked onto the arena.

He grinned, a cynical smile:

"What a coincidence, I just wanted to see the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Sect kneel down and beg for mercy."

"presumptuous!"

Jian Tianyi flew into a rage, his face turning ashen.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and slowly swept them across the space in front of him.

An incomparably sharp and powerful aura then spread out—

The stone slabs on the arena floor made a soft "hissing" sound as they were crisscrossed with shallow marks by the invisible sword energy!

"This is my invincible sword domain!"

Jian Tianyi's voice was icy, and his eyes flashed with a cold light:

"Those who enter this realm, their life and death are in my own hands!"

He paused, looking down at Lin Fengmian with an undeniable arrogance in his voice:

"I'm giving you one last chance—"

"Submit to me, surrender your life force, and become my sword slave!"

"or--"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent:

"die!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's smile remained unchanged; he even tilted his head, feigning deep thought.

After a moment, he nodded seriously:

"That's a great suggestion."

Jian Tianyi raised an eyebrow, thinking he had given in, and was about to speak—

But Lin Fengmian continued:

"If you have decent talent in swordsmanship, I wouldn't mind taking you in as a sword slave."

"After all, I'm still missing someone to serve me tea and water."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

immediately--

"Hahaha!"

The audience erupted in laughter.

Jian Tianyi's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"presumptuous!"

He roared, and his sword energy erupted from his body:

"Since you're determined to die, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword!"

Lin Fengmian shook his head helplessly.

Is this what they call a kendo genius?

Why are you acting like an idiot?

Could it be that the Heavenly Sword Sect specializes in producing such arrogant and disrespectful individuals?

Just as he was secretly complaining—

Jian Tianyi has already made his move!

"Clang!"

A sword rang out, echoing through the heavens!

A long, silver-white sword shot up from behind him and hovered above his head, its blade humming and its cold light gleaming!

That sword intent was so sharp it seemed to cleave the heavens and earth in two!

A chorus of gasps erupted from the female fans in the audience.

"Sword Saint! Sword Saint! Sword Saint!"

"So cool! So strong!"

"Lin Fengmian is finished! The Sword Saint is about to unleash his power!"

Lin Fengmian looked at the flying sword and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

This guy is definitely more than a level above Murong Xue.

They've been hiding their true strength all along!

"Go to hell!"

Jian Tianyi let out a sharp shout, and his flying sword pierced through the air!

The sword energy surged forth like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a piercing shriek, aiming straight for Lin Fengmian's throat!

The speed was astonishing, and the angle was extremely tricky, blocking all of Lin Fengmian's escape routes!

Lin Fengmian moved swiftly, using the Nine Transformations of Illusion to its fullest extent, barely managing to evade the deadly sword energies.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The arena was slashed with deep grooves by sword energy, a shocking sight.

Lin Fengmian dodged while pondering to himself.

The Heavenly Sword Sect is a powerful force with close ties to the royal family; killing them directly would likely have endless consequences.

I'm not afraid of myself, but I'm worried about affecting the Hehuan Sect.

"Difficult to deal with."

Lin Fengmian frowned slightly.

Jian Tianyi's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, far surpassing Murong Xue's by more than one level.

Just as he was lamenting how troublesome the sword cultivator was, the aged voice rang out again in his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Young friend, it is indeed difficult to break through the minor mastery of swordsmanship."

"This child's sword intent has begun to merge with his divine soul, and the rudimentary form of his sword domain has been formed. His sharpness is too great, and we cannot confront his edge head-on."

Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat: "Then what should we do?"

"However—" Li Cheng changed the subject, "the purer the sword intent, the easier it is to be interfered with by extremely yang, extremely strong, chaotic and disordered forces!"

"Your pure Yang Holy Body origin and the multi-attribute spiritual power of your five spiritual roots are its nemesis!"

"Don't try to outsmart him. Forcibly blend your pure Yang energy with the five spiritual energies and inject it into your attack; it will have miraculous effects!"

Lin Fengmian's eyes lit up.

"Old Li, that's a brilliant idea!"

He was overjoyed:

"Even a sharp sword can't cut flowing water, and a swift knife can't sever a tangled mess! I understand!"

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, I've got your coffin wood covered!"

"It's Soul-Nourishing Wood! Soul-Nourishing Wood!!!"

Li Cheng was so angry that his mustache stood on end.

Lin Fengmian, however, had no time to pay him any attention.

Because Jian Tianyi's next offensive has already begun.

"It's Soul-Nourishing Wood! Soul-Nourishing Wood!!!"

Li Cheng jumped up and down and shouted in Lin Fengmian's sea of ​​consciousness, so angry that his beard stood on end.

Lin Fengmian merely curled the corners of his lips and ignored the other party for the time being.

because--

Jian Tianyi's next attack is just around the corner!

"A sword fight, is that it?"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Fengmian's eyes, and a sneer curled at the corner of his lips:

"Okay! I'll grant your wish!"

As soon as the words fell—

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—!"

Five sword cries resounded through the sky at the same time!

Five flying swords shot into the sky from Lin Fengmian's dantian, hovering above his head, their blades humming and their sword energy crisscrossing!

The Little Heavenly Gang Sword, the Shadow Sword, the Golden Edge Sword, and the two spirit swords later seized from the secret realm—five flying swords swirled around him, their sword light flowing like five streams of light!

The audience erupted in uproar!

"Five...five flying swords?!"

"Isn't Lin Fengmian a body cultivator? How come he can use a sword? And he can even control five flying swords at once?!"

"No! This person cultivates both body and sword techniques! He just hasn't used it before!"

"My God! He cultivates both body and sword techniques, and has reached such a level in both! Just what kind of monster is this guy?!"

Exclamations rose and fell, and all the gazes directed at Lin Fengmian changed.

But some people didn't take it seriously and scoffed:

"This Lin Fengmian is utterly foolish! How could he be so foolish as to challenge the current swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"Exactly! The Heavenly Sword Sect's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the Southern Region. To challenge Jian Tianyi in a sword duel is simply asking for trouble!"

"So what if you cultivate both body and sword? You're a jack-of-all-trades, master of none; in the end, you're just a jack of all trades!"

In the stands, the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect also sneered repeatedly:

"Ignorant brat, how dare you play with your sword in front of my Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"Once you're annihilated by Jian Yi's sword domain, you'll know what true power is."

……

On the arena.

When Jian Tianyi saw the five flying swords hanging above Lin Fengmian's head, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

Five flying swords?

This person's spiritual sense is so powerful that he can control five flying swords at the same time?

But he quickly regained his composure, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips: