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In the ancient martial arts world, the Imperial Sword Sect faction.

Ling Xiaozhi's face was gloomy as he looked at a young disciple behind him:

"you go!"

The young disciple was none other than Jian Wuxin, the chief disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect.

In the early stages of his martial arts mastery, he was the number one young person in the ancient martial arts world.

"Yes, Master."

Jian Wuxin stepped out with his sword and landed in the center of the arena.

Clad in white, his sword as sharp as a rainbow, he exudes an extraordinary aura—a total show-off.

"My name is Jian Wuxin of the Yujian Sect. Please enlighten me."

He looked at Xiao Niannian without the slightest hint of disdain in his eyes.

This little girl is no ordinary person; she can defeat a Grandmaster at the peak with a single sword strike.

Just as Xiao Nian Nian was about to go on stage, Ye Qian Xue stopped her:

"Niannian, let your senior sister do this."

Xiao Niannian glanced at Jian Wuxin, then at Ye Qianxue:

"Senior Sister Qianxue, can you beat him?"

Ye Qianxue smiled slightly:

"You'll only know after you've tried!"

She walked to the center of the arena and stood facing Jian Wuxin.

"Azure Lotus Sword Sect? No, you're not from the Azure Lotus Sword Sect."

Jian Wuxin frowned slightly.

Ye Qianxue did not answer, and drew her longsword.

The first move of the Falling Snow Sword Technique – First Snow.

With a thrust of the sword, the sword energy fell like snowflakes, dancing lightly in the air.

Jian Wuxin raised his sword to meet the attack. The two swords clashed, and a chill emanated from the blades. Jian Wuxin's expression changed slightly.

"The power of ice?"

He channeled his inner strength to force back the chill, then thrust out his sword with a backhand motion.

The ultimate martial art of the Imperial Sword Sect: the Imperial Sword Technique!

The sword energy was like a rainbow, the sword light was dazzling, and a cold glint went straight for Ye Qianxue's throat.

Ye Qianxue's figure was elusive, as light as a snowflake, dodging the sword strike and then slashing out with her own sword.

The second move of the Falling Snow Sword Technique – Flying Snow.

Sword energy filled the sky, transforming into snowflakes that enveloped Jian Wuxin.

Jian Wuxin swung his sword repeatedly, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that shattered Feixue's sword energy one by one.

But with each sword strike, a layer of frost would condense on his blade.

After ten sword strikes, his sword had frozen into a long icicle.

"not good!"

Jian Wuxin abandoned his sword and retreated, but Ye Qianxue's sword had already struck first.

The third move of the Falling Snow Sword Technique – Blizzard.

The sword energy poured down like a blizzard, the snow covering the sky and obscuring the sun.

With nowhere to dodge, Jian Wuxin unleashed both palms, releasing his inner strength to condense a protective wall in front of him.

"boom!"

The sword energy struck the wall of energy, shattering into countless ice crystals.

The protective barrier shattered, and Jian Wuxin coughed up blood, flying backward and collapsing to the ground, no longer able to fight.

Ye Qianxue twirled her sword, sheathed it, and turned to leave.

"You flatter me!"

A casual remark lingered on the scene.

Jian Wuxin lay on the ground, staring at Ye Qianxue's retreating figure with disbelief in his eyes.

He lost, lost completely, and suffered a crushing defeat!

The number one young martial artist in the ancient martial arts world, even Luo Tian's disciple can't beat him.

In the Imperial Sword Sect camp, Ling Xiaozhi's face was ashen.

"waste!"

He coldly uttered two words, without glancing at Jian Wuxin again.

Ye Bei was trembling with excitement in the crowd.

"Chiyuki won! Chiyuki won!"

He turned to look at his clansmen behind him, his voice trembling:

"Did you see that? My granddaughter defeated the number one genius in the ancient martial arts world!"

The Ye family members were all proud of this, and stood up straight.

Lei Wanshan, from the Mad Saber Sect camp, looked grim.

"If Luo Tian's disciples are all this strong, then what about Luo Tian himself...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone knew what he meant.

The Sword Emperor gripped his cleaver, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"A disciple's strength doesn't mean the master's strength. That Luo Tian, ​​I'll chop him down."

"Grandmaster, there's no rush."

Lei Wanshan quickly said:

"Let those foreigners wear us down first, then we'll make our move."

The Sword Emperor snorted coldly and did not object.

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