C161 One shot and another shot

The problem was that his position was the highest in the Sword Sect, and he did not need to cultivate to be a second person. The Sword Sect disciples did not dare to fight against him due to his status, and even if they were forced into a corner by him, how could they be a match for him, a Four Tribulations Rogue Immortal?

Therefore, it could be said that Xing Jian was extremely bored.

Now that he had finally met an expert, not to mention that he didn't really care about the red tape, even if he did, he would probably fight without a care.

After Yi Yan greeted Han Cheng and the others, he carried his Asura Lance and flew up as well, and stood a kilometer in front of Xing Jian.

Although Yi Yan had repeatedly said that he didn't care, how could Han Cheng and the others be at ease?

They all knew of Xing Jian's power; Four Tribulations Loose Immortal Swordsmen might not even lose to an ordinary Five Tribulations Loose Immortal.

Yi Yan was only an ordinary cultivator. Even if he was slightly stronger, how could he be a match for Xing Jian?

Of course, this was also because Sword Sect wasn't very knowledgeable about the situation at the Cultivation Realm. If they had heard about Yi Yan killing Kuang Rong with his Immortal Pavilion blade, they would probably only be worried about their own Great Elder.

After Yi Yan flew over, his eyes lit up as he summoned his Sword Infant out of his dantian. Just as he was about to swing his sword and charge forward like he usually did when he was sparring with the Sword Sect disciples, he suddenly froze in place, his excited face slowly becoming solemn.

Because he noticed that Yi Yan was different from the Sword Sect disciples that he mistreated in the past.

Although it was just a simple step, Yi Yan's entire being seemed to have merged with the world, as though he was standing tall, with not a single flaw on his body.

Xing Jian did not move, but Yi Yan also did not move. The two of them stood quietly in midair, facing each other, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

When Han Cheng and the others saw that the two of them did not attack immediately, they could not help but secretly sigh in relief. It seemed that the Great Clan Elder knew how to let someone else make the first move, wasn't that ridiculous?

However, as the atmosphere became more and more tense, the relaxed expression on their faces slowly disappeared. Replacing it was a solemn expression that contained a trace of anticipation.

Observing battles of this level was extremely helpful to them. If they could learn something from it, they would also benefit from it.

Shangguan Hong was the only one who remained indifferent. She poked his brother's arm and asked: "Brother, how long do you think this Great Clan Elder will be able to last under Master?"

These words were clearly heard by everyone in the silent sky.

However, Han Cheng and the others only idolized their master like children, and laughed it off without taking it to heart.

But when Jiang Huan heard this, he became displeased. Wasn't this saying that he was looking down too much on his ultimate idol, the number one in Sword Sect?

Just as he was about to retort, a soft reprimand suddenly came from the sky, "Ol 'Five, stop talking nonsense!"

It was actually Yi Yan who had unrestrainedly said this to teach Shangguan Hong a lesson.

Shangguan Hong stuck out her tongue, and made a face at Jiang Huan, not daring to say another word.

Jiang Huan could not help but laugh and cry. However, he was not at odds with a late stage Nascent Infant, just as he was about to reply to show his magnanimity, the crisp sound of a metal clanging in the sky made him swallow the words that were about to reach his mouth.

As he looked carefully, it was actually Xing Jian who could not help but make the first move.

The grievance in Xing Jian's heart!

How could he let Yi Yan make the first move out of etiquette? It was obvious that he could not find an opportunity to attack, in a battle between experts, victory or defeat could only be decided in a second, so he did not dare to make a move.

However, Xing Jian was gloomy to realize that his unstoppable and unfavorable move had no effect at all. Yi Yan was still floating in the air motionlessly, smiling at him.

Just as Xing Jian was depressed to the point of spitting blood, a single sentence from Shangguan Hong resolved his difficult situation. Taking advantage of when Yi Yan turned his head to berate Shangguan Hong and his attention diverted, Xing Jian decisively grabbed onto this chance.

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A crisp sound resounded in the silent air. Xing Jian's Sword Infant was suddenly smashed flying by the Asura Lance in Yi Yan's hands.

Before Xing Jian could react, Yi Yan's left hand gripped the end of the spear. His right hand trembled, and the dark tip of the spear emitted countless spear shadows. His body moved, brazenly thrusting towards Xing Jian who was in a daze.

It had never been Yi Yan's style to only defend and not attack.

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With an excited roar, Xing Jian suddenly turned his body in the air, grabbed onto the Sword Infant that was flying towards him and turned around, fiercely slashing towards the tip of the spear that had already been handed to him.

He was very confident in his Sword Infant s, who had already been promoted to Low Rank Immortal Sword. This unremarkable black spear was at most a Low Rank Immortal Artifact, how could Xing Jian be afraid of clashing head on with it?

Yi Yan didn't even give him the chance to show off, he fiercely pressed down with his right hand, and the Asura Lance turned into a flash of light as it drew an elegant arc in the air, flying straight towards Xing Jian's right hip.

At this time, it was already too late to fight recklessly. Xing Jian did not panic in the face of danger, and his body twisted a little in a way that did not conform to the human body's laws.

At the same time, the Sword Infant in Xing Jian's hand separated from its right hand and pierced towards Yi Yan's left chest.

Xing Jian thought that although this strike might not be able to cause any harm to Yi Yan, at the very least, he could resolve the spear towards him.

Unfortunately, he did not see the hint of a smile in Yi Yan's eyes. Otherwise, he would definitely not be this confident.

When Yi Yan saw that Xing Jian was about to stab him with his sword, his left hand suddenly released the grip on his spear. He clenched his fist and punched towards the sword's spine.

At the same time, he raised his right hand and with the power at the top of Xing Jian's head, the Asura Lance jumped up like a viper and fiercely thrusted towards Xing Jian's throat.

Xing Jian watched dumbly as Yi Yan smashed his own Sword Infant open with a punch. His soul trembled at the center of the Sword Infant's sorrowful cry, but he didn't have the slightest reaction to the Asura Lance that was ruthlessly thrusting towards him. His throat had already been pierced through, and was hung on the tip of his spear.

Whether it was Han Cheng, Yang Shuo, the few elders, or the other disciples of the Sword Sect who had followed them out of the Sword Management Hall, all of them were stupefied when they saw that someone from the Sword Management Terrace had rushed over to watch the battle.

This was the Great Elder whose Sword Sect was the strongest?

He was chosen after being shot at by someone?

At this time, Han Cheng and the others no longer doubted what Jiang Huan had said. Even the Four Tribulations Great Elder was able to pick him up with a single spear.

With a bitter smile, Xing Jian pulled himself out from the Asura Lance. Xing Jian knew that he had shown mercy with this spear.

If the spear tip went a little higher, then he would have suffered more than just a slight superficial wound. He reckoned that he would be the same as that unlucky Devil Sect disciple, who would have his soul pierced through his sea of consciousness and dissipated, right?

After the Immortal Elemental Energy had healed the wound on Xing Jian's neck, Xing Jian tilted his head and carefully examined Yi Yan from head to toe. He then asked with a frown and uncertainty: "You are a martial cultivator?"

Yi Yan withdrew his Asura Lance and continued to raise it with his hands behind his back as he nodded with a smile.

In any case, he was currently unable to use the Yin Yang energy within his dantian, and it was no different from the characteristics of the Cultivation Realm's legendary martial practitioners. Thus, he could only nod and admit it.

Unexpectedly, Yi Yan's nod was like poking a hornet's nest, Xing Jian suddenly jumped up in flustered and exasperated, without the slightest bit of grace of a Sword Sect Elder or a Four Tribulations Rogue Immortal: "Not earlier, you brat! I want to try again! "

When Han Cheng heard this, if it wasn't for the fact that he was from his own Martial Uncle and the presence of Yi Yan and the two others, he would have rushed forward and slapped Xing Jian twice.

[Isn't he ashamed of himself?

Not only had he saved a core disciple of his sect, he had even personally come to help refine a Spiritual Sword. It would not be excessive to say that he was the benefactor of the entire Sword Sect.

Your own strength is not as good as mine, it's enough for you to be humiliated by a single spear strike, do you still have to use your pole to let them pick you again?

With his strength, even if he fought again, what could he do?

Would he be able to hold on for one or two moves?

Is there a difference?

He secretly gave a few looks to the other elders, telling them to drag Xing Jian, who was still yelling at him for being unkind, down the stage. Han Cheng smiled with caution as he cupped his hands and bowed towards Yi Yan, "Spiritual Master Yi Yan, our Great Elder has such a personality. He always wants to spar with an expert when he sees one.

Yi Yan laughed heartily, and dodged to the side, not receiving his greeting. "Sect Leader Han is too courteous, Elder Xing Jian is his true nature, why must he be so courteous?"

Yi Yan glared at Jiang Huan with his nose pointed at him. He had a triumphant expression on his face, causing her to quickly pull back her expression. He lowered his head, pretending to be a well-behaved child.

Han Cheng cupped his hands in gratitude once again, turned around and gestured with his hand: "Please come over here, Master Yi Yan, this is not the place to talk. Let's talk in detail when we get to the Imperial Sword Pavilion."

Yi Yan slightly nodded, and stepped forward, moving shoulder to shoulder with Han Cheng, as they headed down.

Shangguan Hong, who had just been scolded by her master, was dragged down by Shangguan Ding as she hurried to catch up. Ignoring the fact that Han Bo was just beside her, she shook Yi Yan's left arm coquettishly and said, "Master, that shot just now was so cool, teach me, okay?

Yi Yan glared at her snappily. However, this disciple had already figured out his personality and didn't mind at all.

It was not good for Yi Yan to flare up in front of Han Cheng, so he directly asked her for help: "Do you really want to learn?"

When Shangguan Hong heard Master's tone of voice, her eyes began to shine with a green light. She hurriedly nodded her head, looking extremely willing, afraid that Master would change his mind.

Yi Yan smiled slightly. "Good! "Whenever you can pick up this gun, I'll teach you. Take it!"

Saying that, Yi Yan flicked the right hand that was behind him, causing the Asura Lance to fall towards Shangguan Hong.

Shangguan Hong let go of her master's arm in surprise and reached out to grab the Asura Lance. However, in the blink of an eye, her figure disappeared, and only a burst of pleasant and clear exclamations came from the air: "Aiyaya, Master, what kind of spear is this? Why is it so heavy? It's going to crush me to death! Big brother, quickly come and help me! "

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