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The sky was not completely black. Instead, a deep blue light shone out from the darkness, extending all the way to the distance.

One couldn't help but to see through the darkness, trying to see what was at the end of the sky.

"One word Sword Drawing Technique."

Ye Qingfeng activated the Heaven Severing Sword Draw that his master had taught him.

The jade sword leaped out, like a clap of thunder, countless blood lights, with killing intent spread across the Army Breaking's body, a wave of aura that wanted to cut apart the heaven and earth rushed towards the sky.

A cold light flashed, and a third of the Army Breaking was pulled out. The aura contained within the sword tip, along with the profound meaning of the Army Breaking, released a thick sword qi that was incomparably sharp.

It was just that the direction of the attack was not towards Nangong Jing, but towards the ten meters next to her.

"Naughty."

Nangong Jing laughed.

With his mind controlling the lotus cold, he disintegrated Ye Qingfeng's attack.

"Heaven Severing Sword Draw."

Ye Qingfeng stepped on the Phantom Shadow and disappeared, jumping high into the sky. With a loud shout, he quickly put the Army Breaking back into the sword sheath, and then quickly pulled out a third of it.

Seeing that Nangong Jing had easily collapsed, Ye Qingfeng bellowed once again and sheathed his sword. He quickly pulled it out again, and this time, he pulled it out by two-thirds, the cool moonlight shining on the Army Breaking's jade-like sword body reflected a glaring cold light.

The sword's body stopped there, producing a quiet and clear hum. It was not the violent sword Qi that he had imagined was coming.

Boom.

After a long while, two ten-foot long sword beams shot down from the sky.

It directly slashed towards Nangong Jing.

But Nangong Jing just gently leaped, and dodged it.

"Swoosh." Swoosh. Swish.

"Chaotic Dance of the Sword Drawing Technique."

Ye Qingfeng used the Heaven Severing Sword Draw — — The last part of the Sword Drawing Arts.

This time, Ye Qingfeng pulled out all the Army Breaking s and stabbed them into the ground. With a flick of his finger, the sword blade released a clear sound.

If Ye Qingfeng had not withdrawn his aura, half of the competition stage would have been turned to dust by the sword qi.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood within his body surged like a raging river. That sword energy that had been retracted just now had severely injured his internal organs and true essence.

He was weak to the point that his precelestial stage couldn't even compare to it.

Inside the dust cloud, Ye Qingfeng's pair of big intelligent eyes was searching nonstop.

After searching for a long time, he did not see Nangong Jing's frail figure.

He knelt on the ground, held his head and cried like a child who had done something wrong.

"Mistress, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Feng'er did not know how powerful this move is. "

"Feng'er didn't do it on purpose. It's just that Master told me to use this technique when I can't win against my opponent. "

The usually cold and demonic-looking Nangong Yao stood on his jade chair, and upon seeing this hilarious scene, he actually started to laugh.

As Ye Qingfeng wailed, a gentle hand patted him.

After seeing who it was, Ye Qingfeng immediately threw himself into her embrace blissfully, and called out: "Mistress, Feng'er really didn't do it on purpose."

Just now, when Ye Qingfeng used the last move of the Luan Wu Sword Drawing Technique, Nangong Jing was able to feel the power of the technique, thus she hid amongst the lotus cold and disappeared from the stage.

When she heard Ye Qingfeng's crying, she immediately ran over.

"I'm fine. You're very good. "Qingfeng."

Perhaps it was because she loved her home so much, but Nangong Jing hugged Ye Qingfeng tightly in her arms like a mother.

Finally.

Ye Qingfeng left the stage.

Nangong Family obtained victory in the competition.

He had obtained the divine Eclipse.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Waves of clear zither music rang out.

who was bathing and recuperating was alarmed.

Without putting on any clothes, with just a random robe, Lin Yu followed the sound of the zither and searched for something.

On a night where the moonlight was like water, the melodious sound of a zither slowly rang out. Sometimes it was gentle like a flowing spring, sometimes it was swift like a waterfall, sometimes it was clear like a pearl falling onto a jade plate, and sometimes it whispered back.

It was a pure musical sound, carrying the human mind back to the depths of the music in search of spiritual roses.

It was as if a white spirit was dancing with the wind, gracefully and elegantly; it was also as if a dazzling rose was blooming, giving off the fragrance of music.

The sound of the zither was gentle and continuous — like a mountain spring winding through a valley, slowly flowing like a song, like a spring breeze green over a field, like a bamboo forest covered by raindrops, like the sound of frogs responding, like the sound of waves striking the shore, like a bright moon shining in the night, or like a child chasing a kite … "This song should only be heard in the sky, how could the human world hear it?"

Lin Yu stood in front of a small pavilion with a beautiful scenery, and said while clapping his hands with a smile.

Within the pavilion, a white-clothed woman with a jade belt was sitting cross-legged on the ground, lightly playing a zither. Her head was like a waterfall of black hair, emitting an ambiguous and enchanting aura.

It was the zither sage who had helped everyone in their fun on the stage that day.

The zither sage's silver eyes flashed with a sacred light.

She stretched out her hand and her fingers moved back and forth on the zither string, and a wonderful sound instantly flooded out. It was so gentle and moving, like a clear spring was flowing, or like the murmurings of a bird in the forest, breaking into three sighs.

Suddenly, the sound of the zither changed, the zither music became sonorous and resolute, as though waves had struck a stone, and the rivers flowed into the ocean, shaking Lin Yu's heart.

After an unknown period of time, the sound of the zither gradually stopped, but the music still seemed to float around and did not disperse.

After playing the song, the originally blind zither sage suddenly turned around and smiled warmly at Lin Yu. "Is that Lin Yu?

"The girl is blind, but she can see me. Could it be that Miss has some sort of magical equipment or secret treasure? "

Lin Yu said in slight surprise.

A gentle breeze blew past, causing his robes to flutter and revealing more than half of his body.

Seeing his private parts being exposed, Lin Yu suddenly felt that it wasn't proper.

However, thinking about how the devastatingly beautiful girl in front of him was a blind person, he couldn't help but to pay more attention to her.

"This little girl is only a mortal. I wonder what young master is talking about? "

zither sage said gently.

Yeah.

Why didn't I think of it?

That day, he heard those cultivators talk about the zither sage. Although it often appeared in the cultivation world, it was still an absolute mortal.

"Miss zither sage, the sky is so dark. You're still playing here? Won't you go back and rest? "

Lin Yu said somewhat worriedly.

"Young master. "My name is Wan'er."

zither sage snorted tenderly, and scolded a little angrily.

"Oh, oh. "Then it's my fault for being rude."

"I'm here to specifically wait for Young Master's arrival."

Wan-Er said softly.

Hearing her words, Lin Yu started to carefully examine the fairy-like beauty in front of him.

zither sage's eyes were watery, but they carried a cold tone, as if he could see through everything. His ten fingers were slender, his skin was creamy, and a pink hue could be seen in his snow-white skin, as if he could squeeze out water from them.

Her long hair fell straight down to her ankles, and she untied her hair. Her black hair danced in the wind, giving off a sweet fragrance. Her waist was slender, and her four limbs were long and slender.