However, with Ji Yingshi's accomplishments surpassing her two levels, how can it be so easy to defeat her as soon as possible?

The sword is startling, and the thunder falls to the ground. Ji Yingshi attacks with another sword. Luo en has no time to think about it, so he can only wave his sword.

"Boom, boom, boom!" In the twinkling of an eye, the two men had fought more than ten moves. The air above the stone platform was like a knife, and the lightning was running. Even the two disciples under the platform were shocked by the aftershocks of the sword power.

Finally, the dust in the sky drifted away with the wind, and their figures reappeared.

Ji Yingshi is still standing in the same place, his face is a little white, but the three blue pearls between his eyebrows are shining, and his expression is full of pride.

Lorne had retreated to the edge of the stone platform, his face was pale, his hair was scattered, and the holy pearl between his brows was a little dim. Obviously, after this round of fighting, Lorne has fallen behind.

"It's a pity to forget that little martial uncle is only Xuansheng's first grade, but elder martial brother Ji is Xuansheng's third grade." Until then, the audience remembered the gap between them, and someone said with regret.

"Well, it seems that little martial uncle will lose." The others sighed.

As disciples of the sect, they can't understand the difference between Xuansheng's first grade and the third grade. If they don't have enough talents and sufficient cultivation resources, they may not be able to upgrade from Xuansheng's first grade to the third grade even if they have practiced for more than ten or twenty years. Even if Lorne has some advantages in sword skills, it is not enough to make up for such a gap. If he goes on like this, he will lose in the end.

"Little martial uncle is really powerful, and his sword technique is exquisite. I admire his teaching." Ji Ying arched her hand and said sarcastically.

"Come again!" How could Lorne not recognize the irony in his words, so angry that his silver teeth clenched, he raised his sword again.

"Little martial uncle, I've come to ask you for advice. You'd better call it a day. You don't have to care about the outcome. It's better to let it go. Otherwise, if you accidentally hurt you, you will lose your dignity." Ji Ying actually said that he didn't have to care about the outcome, but even the blind can see the satisfaction on his face.

Aren't you great? You don't even pay attention to the two elders. You learn to preach and teach, and hit me in the face of Ji Yingshi. Now, let's see how many kilos you have and how much you dare to make public.

"Come again!" For the first time in his life, Lorne was so ridiculed. How could he easily admit it. Don't forget, others are here to smash the scene, to hit her in the face.

As soon as the sword unfolded, Lorne took the initiative to attack.

Ji Yingshi's face sank, and he gave out his sword again. Originally, he didn't want to offend Luo en. After all, other people are martial uncles. It's OK to let her know how powerful she is. But Luo en doesn't want to be soft, so he can't blame him.

One sword, two swords, three swords... After counting swords, Lorne was forced to the competition platform again.

The gap of cultivation is really too big. Even though her nine heaven magic thunder sword is far better than the three unique skills of jiyingshi, she only understands the first level, while the other party's three unique skills at least understand the third level, so she can't make up for the gap of cultivation between the two sides.

Lorne's face had already turned pale, and even the corner of his mouth exuded a wisp of blood. His hand holding the sword was shaking constantly. But her eyes are still so persistent.