Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Speaking of swordsmanship, that Sword Master has many great achievements.

In his own words, "On the battlefield, killing a thousand people is not as good as injuring a hundred."

In addition, his sword intent had already reached a high level, moving at will, his sword cutting through nothingness, without shadow or form.

Therefore, on the battlefield, those who fought against him were basically cut off in some part of their bodies, and there was never a castrated person like him.

Injuring one person requires the care of several people, and the psychological trauma is truly difficult to erase.

Therefore, over the years, the name of that Sword Master has been known to almost everyone on the battlefield, and hearing it sends chills down one's spine.

Countless famous generals have fought against this Sword Master, but without exception, they all eventually began to cultivate the Sunflower Manual, a divine skill that requires certain conditions to be met before it can be practiced.

The wind stopped, the sword ceased, the man stood upright, his heroic bearing as valiant and aloof as a sword.

This is a woman born for the sword.

"Sword Maiden, how about we have a spar sometime?"

Sword intent is such an awesome and powerful technique that everyone loves.

Fan Zui finished his work and stood on the rooftop, looking down at the beautiful figure below, and made a suggestion.

The truth is, the real intention is not in the wine, but in the scenery.

Chapter 184 [Sword Maiden Confirms Fan Tong's Foster Husband Identity]

The Fiora wielded a blood-red longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

Her face was aloof, and her eyes were deep and icy, revealing a firmness and determination.

Her white robes fluttered in the wind, making her appear like a celestial being descending to earth, exuding an air of nobility and mystery.

She stood tall and straight, like a proud plum blossom.

Her long, slender legs were strong and powerful, seemingly possessing a formidable strength beneath their delicate appearance.

Her high bun was adorned with a small, exquisite jade hairpin, which complemented her white dress perfectly, adding to her refined and elegant demeanor.

The blood-red longsword in his hand gleamed like a mirror, radiating a chilling aura of killing intent.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with exquisite patterns, shimmering with golden light, as if reflecting the legend and glory of a female sword immortal in the near future.

As she wielded her longsword, its energy surged like a dragon, piercing the silence of the darkness and revealing her profound mastery of the sword.

She exuded a mysterious aura, as if she possessed extraordinary power.

This is a sword immortal who pursues the true meaning of martial arts. Her indomitable and arduous cultivation drives her to be fearless in the face of all difficulties and predicaments.

Her appearance was proud and noble, inspiring admiration in everyone.

The Fiora gripped a blood-red longsword, her face cold and aloof, her white robes fluttering in the wind.

The mystery and power emanating from her inspire awe and reverence.

Seemingly wanting to test his strength and skill level, the Sword Maiden nodded slightly, agreeing to the suggestion of a sparring match.

A slight smile played on the lips of the handsome young man on the rooftop; he was ready to witness the true power of sword intent.

Perhaps we can learn something from this.

If a transmigrator doesn't practice swordsmanship or show off their skills, then their journey to the world of cultivation has been in vain.

Who wouldn't want to wield a magical sword, look up at the sky, and shout "Sword, come!"?

It exudes a high-class vibe.

The breathtaking scene of thousands of swords floating in the air must be incredibly cool.

If someone in the city suddenly pulled this trick, girlfriends would line up to come to his door, a bunch of men would be willing to pay him, and some would even come to him asking for advice on how to exercise.

Two figures stood facing each other, the warm morning sun shining on their faces, and the leaves rustling softly in the breeze.

Although neither sword was drawn, the sword was actually gathering power, ready to be unleashed at any moment with earth-shattering force.

In the jungle, two swordsmen engaged in a fierce sparring match.

His figure moved like a blazing flame.

Their moves may seem ordinary, but they are full of dazzling special effects.

Although there are no overly fancy moves, each move is simple and precise.

The sword moves flowed continuously like water, resembling a magnificent dance.

The sword traced a beautiful arc in the air, gleaming with a cold light as it pierced through the void.

Between moves, the two moved with agility and nimbleness, their movements as fluid and graceful as flowing water.

Using the power of sword techniques, the two swordsmen displayed extraordinary swordsmanship.

Its moves are ever-changing, combining offense and defense; sometimes it is as swift as a tiger, and sometimes as supple as a serpent.

Every clash was full of sparks, dazzling the eye.

Before anyone knew it, several spectators had already gathered on the roof of the villa.

They didn't speak or make any judgments; they simply enjoyed this rare and spectacular display of swordplay.

During the battle, the two kept their eyes fixed on each other without the slightest lapse in concentration.

They tacitly executed their respective moves, exerting their utmost efforts, yet always maintaining a balance and harmony.

Every move was cunning and tricky, showcasing a perfect blend of strength and skill in their sparring.

His swordsmanship was exceptional and swift, with each strike executed at the most precise moment.

This exchange presented a magnificent and colorful picture.

The two swordsmen took turns showcasing their magnificent swordsmanship, leaving behind a series of afterimages as their swords slashed through the air.

The intense battles were full of the allure of combat and a wild beauty.

The spectators on the villa rooftop watched intently, captivated by the two swordsmen's superb swordsmanship.

The duels between master swordsmen are full of passion and splendor.

He demonstrated the charm and power of swordsmanship with his own sword skills.

This was a battle, and also a spectacular performance.

The sunlight moved slowly, seemingly imperceptibly, but the dappled shadows on the ground were clearly visible.

The two approached each other, beads of sweat slowly rolling down their foreheads.

Fan Zui's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the Abandoned Demon Sword emitted a light sword sound, seemingly expressing its dissatisfaction.

It was originally a half-step Chaos Spiritual Treasure, yet it couldn't defeat a high-level Spiritual Treasure's companion spirit sword.

"Your swordsmanship is superb, and your sword intent is even more powerful. I humbly admit defeat."

The Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand vanished instantly, but a slight crack appeared on the palm of his hand, revealing a trace of blood.

"If I don't use my sword intent, I might not be able to defeat you." The swordswoman looked at the blood-red longsword in her hand, her gaze pausing slightly.

That sword with the handle just now... seems to be quite extraordinary.

If she wasn't mistaken, that should be the Demon-Abandoned Sword, which had disappeared many years ago.

Half-step Chaos Spiritual Treasure.

I never expected it to end up in this person's hands.

As for his identity...

Fan Bingyan already had a guess in her mind, and it wouldn't be too far off.

She already had some doubts when she first met Fan Qingyi that day.

A strange, speculative thought quickly welled up in her originally calm and undisturbed mind.

It's a bit complicated; even she herself doesn't quite understand it.

Judging from the person's behavior, we can confirm his identity, right?

However, judging from his demeanor and eyes, he must have undergone a long period of training and practice.

The strength of this body doesn't seem to have been achieved overnight.

Truly extraordinary!

Although she had always believed in her godfather's judgment, she still harbored some doubts. Now that she had seen it with her own eyes, she was inevitably shocked.

His strength has grown so quickly.

If I remember correctly, just two months ago, he was a useless person in many people's eyes, unable to cultivate.

At that time, he probably only had a superficial understanding of swordsmanship.

Now, he has become powerful and terrifying, demonstrating incredible progress.

Behind his growth must have been countless hours of arduous training and hard work.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but admire his perseverance and persistence.

He must be constantly surpassing himself and pursuing a higher level.