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Wherever the sword energy passed, the space was slightly distorted, leaving cracks visible to the naked eye, but it failed to tear the sky apart.

Meng Wan observed intently, looking for the weak points in the space, swinging her sword again and again, probing again and again.

As she practiced more and more, she felt like she was getting better.

Once again, the dagger cut through the sky, and the dark blade energy was like a mad dragon, slamming fiercely into the space barrier.

"Click——"

With a crisp sound, a tiny crack appeared in the space.

Although it was fleeting, it made Meng Wan happy.

She found it!

This time, she poured all her blood and energy into the dagger and swung it again.

"boom--"

The space crack appeared again, bigger and clearer than before.

The violent blood and energy flowed into the void through the cracks, but still did not cause the expected thunder and fire.

Meng Wan was not discouraged, knowing that this was a process and had to be done step by step.

Senior Brother Qi said that the thunder and fire in the sky and on the earth have their own operating rules and trajectories, and she just needs to find them.

Meng Wan kept swinging the knife upwards, poking here and there, almost turning the sky into a sieve.

Finally, after a crack appeared, tiny arcs of electricity burst out from the crack.

It's thunder!
Although it was only a short-lived success, it proved that she was on the right track.

After Meng Wan calmed down, she swung the knife again.

Once, twice, three times...

Gradually, she began to figure out the operation patterns and trajectories of the heavenly thunder. Every time she swung her sword, it would trigger a trace of heavenly thunder.

The duration of the heavenly thunder is getting longer and longer.

Gradually, blue underground fire was also attracted by the thunder and rose from deep underground.

Finally, with a loud "boom", the space crack suddenly expanded.

Countless blue flames and silver arcs gushed out from the cracks like a volcanic eruption.

The sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds rolled, thunder roared, and violent energy swept across the world.

The earth trembled, as if it could not bear this powerful force.

Meng Wan looked at the thunder and fire in front of her, feeling the power that could destroy the world, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"The third move of the Tiancan Sword Technique, Sky-Splitting, has finally been mastered!"

Above my head was the collapsing sky, and the thunder and fire from heaven and earth were connected together.

Meng Wan sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and concentrated, recalling the essence of the first three moves of Tiancan Sword Technique.

To split a mountain, one chop vertically with a knife, like the collapse of a towering mountain, with great force and heaviness, the emphasis is on "force".

The sea is cut off with a single stroke of a sword, like a surging river that is cut off from its current, stretching endlessly. The emphasis is on "momentum".

Splitting the sky, a knife stabbed straight in, like the falling of nine stars in the sky, swift and fierce, the emphasis was on "speed".

Although these three sword techniques are different, they have something in common.

The trajectories of the three sword techniques intertwined in his mind and gradually merged.

Meng Wan seemed to understand.

Force, potential and speed do not exist in isolation.

The force of splitting a mountain can be transformed into the force of breaking the sea, and the force of breaking the sea can then evolve into the speed of splitting the sky.

Meng Wan suddenly became enlightened, with a gleam in her eyes.

She stood up and left the small world of the cave, and returned to the performance venue.

After finding a wide and flat place, she held a dagger and practiced the Tiancan Sword Technique again.

This time, Meng Wan's movements were no longer restricted by moves, but followed her heart.

Sometimes it chops vertically like a mountain collapsing, sometimes it slashes horizontally like a river stopping its flow, and sometimes it pierces straight like a star falling.

The sword flashed, the blood surged, and a strong wind blew over the performance. Sweat flowed down Meng Wan's cheeks, but she was completely unaware of it, completely immersed in the perception of the swordsmanship, completely forgetting herself.

On the day when Teacher Qingyi gave a class, the execution ground was crowded with people.

The various groups gathered together, discussing tactics in low voices.

There are also many people who are eager to try and look forward to the next challenge.

Xu Tianming walked up to Meng Wan and greeted her with a smile.

"Meng Wan, long time no see, have you made any progress in your cultivation recently?"

Meng Wan nodded slightly and responded, "I have improved slightly."

Xu Tianming sighed with some regret, "It's such a pity that Junior Sister Meng couldn't join our team.

Our team is full of elite soldiers and strong generals, each with unique skills. I am very confident that I can last for an incense stick of time under the guidance of Instructor Qingyi."

He paused, staring at Meng Wan with burning eyes, "However, if Junior Sister Meng changes your mind, you can always join us. Our door is always open to you."

Meng Wan smiled faintly, "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Xu. I don't have any plans to do so for the time being."

At this moment, a clear voice resounded throughout the performance field: "Dear students, today's practical class has begun!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Teacher Qingyi approaching in a simple and elegant white dress.

She looked around and saw that the scene was lively, so she nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic. Without further ado, let's get started. Which group will challenge me first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people came out aggressively.

This is a team of about 20 to 30 people. They are dressed in uniform black tights and march in step. It is obvious at first glance that they are an elite team that has practiced the art of combined attack for a long time.

The leader was a burly young man. He clasped his fists and bowed to Teacher Qingyi, speaking loudly.

"I am a humble disciple, but I would like to ask the master for some advice!"

Teacher Qingyi nodded slightly, signaling them to begin.

This team was well-trained and quickly formed a peculiar formation, with both offensive and defensive capabilities and a clear plan of advance and retreat.

They cooperated well with each other and their moves connected smoothly. For a while, they fought with Teacher Qingyi for four or five rounds.

Instructor Qingyi did not seem to be in a hurry to attack, but instead observed the changes in their formation with interest.

After they fully demonstrated the power of the formation, she chuckled and moved suddenly.

Her figure was erratic, like a ghost, moving freely among the crowd.

Her moves were as fast as lightning, and each of them hit the weak point of the formation.

With just two moves, the team's formation was disrupted.

"not good!"

The young man in the lead's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ordered everyone to change their formation.

However, Instructor Qingyi was too fast and they had no time to react.

Teacher Qingyi slapped out with one palm, and violent spiritual power surged towards everyone like a tide.

"Bang bang bang..."

After a series of muffled sounds, the team scattered like loose sand.

The leading young man fell heavily to the ground, his face pale and a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Which group do you want to challenge?"

Teacher Qingyi stood with her hands behind her back, looking around at everyone.

After a brief silence, a team of more than a dozen monks jumped onto the stage.

They had obviously undergone careful rehearsal, and as soon as they appeared on the stage, they quickly formed a complicated formation.

The fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out like ripples, and golden runes could be vaguely seen flashing in the formation.

A powerful pressure filled the entire arena, several times stronger than the previous team.

However, this seemingly powerful formation was still vulnerable in front of Master Qingyi.

Her figure flashed, like a breeze, and the next moment she appeared in the core area of the formation. (End of this chapter)