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Do you have a chronic ear condition?
Bai Lu turned her head to look at Di Ting, who had run back, with a hint of annoyance in her eyes. Behind her was the demonic mechanical device that had been destroyed by Gui Naifen's firecrackers.
Anyone with ears could hear that explosion!
She didn't know why street performers would carry explosives, but she finally understood why the butler of the Earth Balance Division was always chasing after this street performer, Gui Naifen.
“I wasn’t talking about my firecrackers. There’s a fight going on in that direction. Judging from Xiao Diting’s appearance, it could very well be another Su Chang.”
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Su Chang grabbed her best friend and Bai Lu and ran after the sound.
After much effort, Su Chang climbed to a high platform, where she could finally see the distant view.
Clang!
The Xuanyuan Heavy Sword in his hand fell to the ground again, first hitting his right foot, then his left, but Little Pillow remained unmoved.
"Little, little Gui Zi, Dragon Girl, come quickly and see the immortals!"
The trembling voice and incoherent speech revealed the shock the speaker had experienced.
"What? Immortals?"
Bai Lu scurried up the stairs, then immediately exclaimed, "Wow!"
"Then hurry up and pull me up... Holy crap!"
As the most down-to-earth of the three online streamers, Xiao Guizi couldn't help but swear.
In the distance, above the sea of clouds atop a celestial ship, a graceful figure, resembling a plum blossom braving the frost, hovered in the air, treading on a sword.
The battlefield before them was no longer recognizable as the former workshop; nothing was intact. The stone walls had been neatly cut into countless pieces, and even most of the floor tiles were covered in sword marks.
She could barely make out the girl in the white dress, who was setting up a sword formation. It seemed as if she was standing on one foot on the sword hilt that stood high on the ground, but in reality, she was suspended in mid-air.
The girl in the white dress nimbly and gracefully moved through the sword formation, creating a breathtaking scene with countless sword energies, flying swords, and sword shadows in the air.
The energies of deep ice blue and clear blue water, two colors similar in color, kept colliding, and the entire battlefield was already littered with broken ice sword hilts.
"This, this..."
Su Chang's mouth was so wide open that it could almost fit a fist. She was so shocked by the scene before her that she was speechless.
"Sword, rise!"
A young girl emerged from her moon-white skirt, her voice crisp and graceful, her eyes gleaming with golden light. A thousand illusory swords responded in unison, emitting clear and resonant sword cries.
The sound was clear and melodious, but it made Bailu's eardrums ache and itch unbearably, so she covered her ears with her small hands.
"...Amazing!"
Behind him, a thousand illusory swords floated in the vastness, and the Ruoshui Sword in his hand pointed to the icy snowfield where the ancient mirror reflected the gods, swirling around Jingliu.
Gudong!
Gui Naifen swallowed hard, her gaze shifting back and forth between Li Sushang and Changshang.
Su Chang was completely stunned!
As the girl twirled on her sword, the jade hairpin in her hair fell away, her black hair dancing with the sword's aura, like a banished immortal who ate the clouds and drank the dew.
In particular, the girl in the white dress has the exact same face as her!
She felt like she was dreaming.
The sword shadows, like ice dragons emerging from their nests, pounced on the white-haired beauty opposite them.
"The Seven Stars of the New Moon"
The extreme cold field spread out instantly, and the cold air surged like waves. Even from a distance, the three of them felt their bodies were somewhat frozen.
"The pale moon turns its soul."
A cold, mad voice mingled with the chilling aura, as if even madness had been frozen by the coldness. Several solidified, crescent-shaped sword energies, each a hundred feet long, were unleashed by the white-haired beauty.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thousands of sword shadows collided with the crescent-shaped ice blades, producing explosions, the clanging of swords clashing, and the sound of ice crystals shattering.
“Aba aba aba…”
Su Chang seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
How can she help?
Could I withstand even a blast of sword energy if I went in by myself?
Su Chang's already dim-witted mind became a complete mess.
She wasn't sure of the sword fairy's identity, but her foolish intuition gave her a sense of familiarity.
Maybe it really is her sister!
Su Chang really hoped that this was the truth.
In that case, she can latch onto her sister's coattails and perhaps become a sword immortal or knight-errant like her in the future!
Handsome!
So cool!
Fairy!
...Um, she couldn't think of an adjective for that.
The deafening explosions subsided, bringing a brief period of peace, but the changing temperature and her rapidly beating heart told Su Chang that this was merely the calm before the storm.
"It's time to decide the winner."
The white-haired beauty raised the heavy ice sword in her hand.
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Chapter 319 This guy is 16 years old?!
The two, engrossed in their battle, noticed someone approaching early on, but neither paid any attention, both focusing intently on testing their own swords with the other's.
The sword shadows formed a series of sword formations, blooming like lotus flowers in ink painting.
"I have never seen anyone who can control so many flying swords at the same time..."
Her slender arms and wrists swung a hundred times in an instant, and the movements of Mirror Flow in dodging and counterattacking seemed to perform a flawless sword dance.
While defending, they searched for weaknesses in the sword formation.
The swift and fierce attacks of the sword formation forced Jingliu to devote more attention to dealing with them. From being evenly matched at the beginning, he was slightly outmatched and there was a tendency for him to continue to fall.
Jingliu sighed helplessly, increased his power, swung his ice blade to shatter a hundred sword shadows, and unleashed an ice crescent sword aura that forcefully broke through the sword formation.
She wanted to break the formation with skill, but in the end she broke it with brute force.
"what?"
A faint sound of surprise escaped Jingliu's lips; he sensed something was amiss.
The three sword energies, each over a hundred feet long, drew a curtain of cold mist between heaven and earth, but only managed to sever two-thirds of the sword shadows before dissipating due to exhaustion.
In this battle, Jingliu unleashed her full power in terms of skill and sword intent, but she actually held back some energy.
By keeping her energy level similar to Li Sushang's, her attack should have canceled out Sushang's Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Heart, but instead, one-third of the sword shadows remained.
Red eyes locked onto the sword's edge, which was both real and illusory, with a purple halo appearing and disappearing in an instant.
"The Qi of the Void... The Sword Intent of the Void..."
Jing Liu could vaguely sense that mysterious and profound artistic conception.
"It's truly amazing."
To be honest, this Taixu sword energy was somewhat beyond Jingliu's expectations.
"Same to me. I started reciting the Sword Heart Mantra when I was one year old and practiced swordsmanship for twelve years. In all my years of wandering the martial world, I have never seen such a cold and chilling sword intent."
Li Sushang was an honest person who never engaged in mutual flattery; she was genuinely shocked by Jingliu's icy sword intent.
The sword energy is concentrated and does not dissipate; the sword's momentum is fast and precise, like the biting north wind in the twelfth lunar month, with every inch of chill nailing to the opponent's most vulnerable meridian nodes.
Even more sophisticated was the cunning hidden within the extreme cold; the aftershocks of the ice explosion deliberately left three openings to lure the enemy into a trap before launching a killing attack.
This Miss Jingliu must be a killing god who has been forged from the cruel battlefield and among thousands of troops!
Jingliu raised the corners of his lips, about to reply, but suddenly realized something, the smile abruptly stopped, and his expression turned strange.
"Wait! How long did you say you've been learning swordsmanship?"
Is this the level one can reach after twelve years of sword practice?!
Jingliu returned to the Immortal Ship and witnessed many changes.
One thing left a deep impression on her. One day, she was walking down the street when someone stopped her and asked if she wanted to enroll her child in a crash course in swordsmanship.
You can graduate in as little as one semester and will definitely achieve excellent results in the next martial arts ceremony, bringing glory to your ancestors!
Jingliu is quite funny.
Whether it's pulling swordsmanship students onto her or offering crash courses in swordsmanship.
The accelerated course lasts for eighteen years, which makes many people in Xianzhou hesitate because they think it's too short and that such a short course must be a scam.
It really is a lie.
At that time, Jingliu was in good spirits. Driven by curiosity, he went to watch the swordsman's demonstration. The swordsman had some skills, but not many; he was just fooling the outsiders.
But today she actually encountered a genius sword fairy girl who had been practicing swordsmanship for a little over ten years and whose level was comparable to or even slightly surpassed hers!
In a flash, Jingliu realized something was amiss, her expression becoming even more strange. After hesitating for two seconds, she asked:
"Su Chang, how old are you?"
Jingliu stopped pretending to be young and resumed his normal tone.
"15 or 16 years old?"
The brown-haired girl with twin ponytails flew through the air on her sword, blinked thoughtfully, and smiled.
"..."
Jingliu slightly opened her mouth; she felt drenched in sweat.
She's only 16?!
In the minds of the immortal beings of the Immortal Ship, 16 years old is still considered an infant!
In Jingliu's mind, Su Chang is currently a Xianzhou person. Regardless of her words, actions, or lifestyle, she is definitely a native of the Zhenglan Banner Xianzhou.
Now you're telling her that the person who's better than her technically is a 16-year-old baby?
Jingliu's lips twitched; she had the illusion that her worldview, built up over nearly a thousand years of sword practice, was about to collapse.
"Oh, no, that's not right."
Reminded by Yuehen, Li Sushang changed her words with a sullen expression: "I've been asleep for over five hundred years, so I'm about 537 years old now."
Specifically, he slept for 521 years.
"Ok?"
Jingliu raised an eyebrow.
How could it have slept for over 500 years?
"My age doesn't matter."
Yuehen regained control of her body: "The important thing is, Jingliu, do you want to become my disciple?"
"..."
Jingliu slightly regretted pretending to be young at the beginning.
She wasn't sure if the girl in front of her recognized her; she probably didn't, but guessing her age was easy.