Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Mu Tianmiao's pupils contracted slightly, and he slashed the Flowing Shadow Sword upwards, the blade trailing a silver streak in the moonlight, directly meeting the incoming black light head-on.

Mu Tianmiao shifted his sword stance, and countless fine sword lights suddenly shone around his body.

These sword lights swirled rapidly around him within three feet of his body, layering and weaving into an impenetrable sword array that enveloped him.

The Dustless Sword Formation is primarily defensive, using sword energy to form the array. Very few people of the same level can break through it head-on.

As the sword light reached its zenith, dozens of sharp sword energies suddenly shot out from within the formation.

Like a silver-white firework exploding on the arena, it shot towards Ye Jianling from all directions.

Ye Jianling's pupils contracted slightly, and he lightly touched the ground with his toes, flipping backward in mid-air.

Her black robes and the raven-white feathers on her shoulders drew a graceful arc in the air as dozens of sword energies grazed the hem of her clothes, the closest one almost brushing past her waist.

He cut off a silver bell at the end of the red silk sash around her waist.

The silver bell fell to the ground, bounced twice on the stone slab, and made a series of crisp sounds.

But her posture had changed when she landed. Instead of flipping backward, she bent her knees and lowered her waist, gripping the sword hilt with her right hand and lightly pressing the scabbard with her left, her whole body resembling a fully drawn bow.

His sword intent was completely contained, no longer exposed, but compressed to the extreme.

Like the stillness before a storm.

Sword-drawing technique.

The most basic yet most deadly move in the "Ten Thousand Mountains and Ten Thousand Fathoms" technique.

He concentrated all his sword intent into his sword in an instant, drew his sword and slashed, the speed and power of which far exceeded that of ordinary sword moves.

With Ye Jianling's Golden Core Perfection cultivation, this sword strike was powerful enough to cleave through the protective spiritual shield of an early Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, she chose to gather her strength while turning back, and the two were too close, leaving Mu Tianmiao with no way to avoid it.

Mu Tianmiao did not choose to dodge. At the same moment that Ye Jianling bent his knees and lowered his waist, he stomped his feet on the ground, raised the Flowing Shadow Sword high above his head, and leaped high into the night sky.

The moon-white inner robe fluttered in the night wind, and the moon-like luster on the sword suddenly surged, transforming into a dazzling sword light.

He flipped his body in mid-air, using the momentum of his rapid descent to channel all his power into the tip of his sword, piercing the sun!

Since the sword-drawing technique is too fast to dodge, then I'll just charge straight in with a stronger frontal impact!

Chapter Ninety: Twin Swords and Flying Immortals

Mu Tianmiao's Piercing Sun Sword slashed straight down, its sword light cutting through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum as it slashed towards Ye Jianling.

The two sword intents drew closer and closer, and were about to collide in the center of the arena!

Ye Jianling suddenly lost his aura.

The sharp, intense sword intent vanished completely in an instant. Her hand, which had been tightly gripping the sword hilt, loosened, and she also abandoned her bent-knee, lowered-waist posture.

The charging stance of the sword-drawing technique is nothing but a feint, a decoy attack!

A confident smile appeared on her lips, and the coldness in her eyes was replaced by an extremely clever and lively look.

Normally, Mu Tianmiao would definitely take a good look at what this face looks like when it smiles.

But now that he was in mid-air, his move was outdated, and the impact of this sword piercing the sun was unstoppable, while his opponent suddenly disappeared.

Ye Jianling spun around in place, then took a step back! Dressed in black with a white cloak, he twirled gracefully and vanished into thin air!

Secret sword technique! Snow shadows fill the sky!

The air on the ring suddenly turned cold the instant her figure vanished.

Countless sword energies spread outwards from the spot where she disappeared, transforming into a sky full of silvery-white sword light, enveloping the entire arena like a blizzard.

These sword energies did not directly attack Mu Tianmiao, but instead intertwined to form an impenetrable cage, converging inwards from all directions from the direction he fell, trapping him firmly within it.

The Immortal Shadow Sect disciples on the sidelines all gasped in surprise.

Nangong Yue gripped the railing tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

Although Yun Qingyao remained calm on the surface, her grip on the sword tightened unconsciously.

The sword that pierced the sun struck the stone slab of the arena, exploding into a dazzling white light, and the impact sent rubble flying everywhere.

But no matter how powerful it is, it's all for nothing if it misses.

The moment Mu Tianmiao landed, the door was wide open, and the sword light that filled the sky gathered from all directions like a blizzard, leaving no way to avoid it.

The sword light exploded with a deafening roar.

Dozens of sword energies struck the target simultaneously, billowing dust on the arena, causing the spiritual light barrier to vibrate and hum, and the blinding white light made everyone instinctively squint.

Ye Jianling landed gracefully outside the dust cloud, his black robes and white cloak fluttering in the air currents. A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd.

But she did not sheathe her sword.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, she had already bent her knees and lowered her waist again, her right hand resting on the hilt of her sword. The sword intent around her was once again concentrated, sharper and colder than before.

This time it was no longer a feint, but a truly powerful and deadly strike.

She didn't think that her move just now would be enough to defeat Mu Tianmiao.

She was waiting for the moment when he would reveal a weakness after receiving the "Snow Shadows Fill the Sky" attack!

Ye Jianling finished charging up his power, and his longsword was drawn. A sword beam, more condensed and sharper than any of the previous sword energies, shot out from the sword and slashed fiercely into the dust with a piercing sound.

boom!

The shockwave from the sword energy blasted away all the rubble on the arena, the spiritual light barrier trembled violently, and the blinding white light made everyone present subconsciously squint.

Amidst the explosions and flashes of light, Mu Tianmiao's voice rang out from the smoke and dust.

"Wow, what amazing swordsmanship! I almost fell for your trick... If it weren't for my physical training..."

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Mu Tianmiao stood there, his robes torn to shreds by the sword energy, leaving only a few tattered pieces of cloth hanging precariously around his waist.

**His upper body was exposed to the light of the lamp, his muscles were smooth and clean, his shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow, and his abdominal lines were distinct. His standard V-shaped waist was particularly eye-catching under the lamplight.

There were a few faint red sword marks on his skin, but that was all.

There was a moment of silence in the viewing area of ​​the Immortal Shadow Sect, then a scream that was even louder than when Ye Jianling had won.

The cheers and jeers from the female cultivators nearly lifted the roof off the training ground. Some covered their eyes, but their fingers were clenched wider than anyone else's; others stomped their feet in excitement.

foot.

Some of the bolder ones even shouted at the top of their lungs, "Senior Brother, you don't need to wear clothes anymore, you look fine like this!"

Ye Jianling did not pause.

Her gaze swept over Mu Tianmiao's bare upper body without lingering for even a moment, and the light on the sword began to change.

From pitch black to pure, dazzling white.

The sword seemed to have been imbued with some kind of extremely cold power, and tiny ice crystals began to condense in the air around its blade.

An aura more dangerous than any of her previous moves emanated from her.

Mu Tianmiao's smile vanished.

He could feel the terror of that power.

That wasn't an ordinary fluctuation of spiritual energy; it was a sharpness that even his body, after its physical training, might not be able to withstand.

He stopped talking nonsense.

With a tremor, the Flowing Shadow Sword surged into the blade like a tidal wave, and eight sword energies shot out from the tip of the sword at the same moment, slashing towards Ye Jianling from eight different directions.

Each sword strike left a silvery-white trail like moonlight, moving as fast as a shooting star, sealing off all her angles of evasion.

Congratulations from all directions!

Under the cover of the eight sword energies, Mu Tianmiao did not stop.

He gripped the sword with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and the spiritual energy around him began to circulate in a unique trajectory.

The familiar moonlight shone on the Flowing Shadow Sword, but this light was no longer gentle; instead, it grew brighter and denser, as if a layer of flowing starlight had condensed on the sword.

The starting stance of "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens".

This time, without his master's Nascent Soul Sword Intent to decide the fate of the world with a single strike, he had to cultivate this sword himself.

Ye Jianling did not avoid the congratulations from all directions.

She turned to the side and slashed down with her sword.

The sword turned snow-white, and at the moment it struck down, a heavy snowfall suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Snowflakes, as fine as goose feathers, drifted down from the sky above the arena, dense and overwhelming.

With each strike of her sword, the snow fell heavier and the wind grew stronger.

The eight sword energies that came from all directions were struck by her sword as they flew in front of her, exploding into eight clusters of silvery-white light before being swallowed up by the heavy snow, leaving no sound behind.

Wild Snow Sword Technique!

Mu Tianmiao's momentum has been established.

The moonlight on the Flowing Shadow Sword had accumulated to its maximum, no longer just a layer of light floating on the sword, but had become one with him.

He gripped the sword with both hands, leaned forward, and aimed the sword tip at the figure in black clothes and a white cloak amidst the heavy snow.

Then he charged out with his sword!

Man and sword become one. The Flowing Shadow Sword trails out an extremely dazzling stream of light. Wherever it passes, the snow-covered sky is forcibly cut open, creating a vacuum passage. The snowflakes evaporate into white mist the moment they come into contact with the edge of the sword's light.

The entire arena was illuminated by the sword light, making it as bright as day. Everyone watching had to squint because of the dazzling light.

Ye Jianling did not retreat.

Her left hand rested on another sword at her waist.

A long sword, entirely emerald green, with its blade engraved with intricate vine patterns.

Previously, everyone's attention was drawn to her black sword, and few people noticed that she was also carrying a second sword.

Twin swords!

She's a dual-sword user!

The moment the green sword was drawn, a completely different sword intent rose from her body.

The black sword is ice, sharpness, and invincible ferocity; the green sword is wind, lightness, and endless vitality.

The two sword intents intertwined and entwined around her, yet they did not conflict at all; instead, they complemented each other.

She took a deep breath, and the vine patterns on the green sword lit up one by one. The emerald green sword light and the pure white cold air on the black sword intertwined in the air, and then she drew both swords at the same time.

Dual sword skills, heavy snow pressing down on the city, June flowers flying!

Snowflakes and petals intertwined in mid-air, while frost and greenery merged in the sword energy, transforming into a white and green vortex that directly met the stream of light that symbolized the unity of man and sword!

Chapter Ninety-One: Mu Tianmiao's Narrow Defeat

The two sword intents collided violently in the center of the arena.

The Flowing Shadow Sword's Heavenly Flying Immortal met the June Flying Flowers, which were unleashed by two swords simultaneously.

The blinding white light and the white-green sword light tore at each other, and the shockwave from the explosion shook the spiritual light barrier, creating fine cracks.

The crack then quickly healed.

Snowflakes were blown away by the air currents, carrying with them broken petals and scattering all around, making the entire training ground look like it had been rained on in shades of white and green.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Mu Tianmiao stood at one end of the arena, her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

That sword strike, "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens," was the strongest attack he could unleash at the moment. The spiritual energy in his dantian was almost completely drained, and the force of the recoil made his tiger's mouth numb. The Flowing Shadow Sword trembled slightly in his palm, emitting a very faint hum.

Opposite her, Ye Jianling held her two swords at her sides. The white light on the black sword had dimmed, and the vine patterns on the green sword no longer glowed. Her chest heaved more violently than usual, clearly indicating that the move "June Flying Flowers" had taken a heavy toll on her.

She took a deep breath, regulated her breathing, and her fighting spirit remained undiminished.

"His move was really impressive..."

She muttered to herself, gripped her twin swords tightly, and prepared to gather her strength once more.