Yun Xingzhui's swordsmanship had indeed inherited Xiao Jianlan's true teachings. Every move and every form seemed honed to perfection. Of course, there were far too many swordsmen capable of that, but over the past several thousand years, only a scant few had made it onto the Nine Heavens Sword Stele. Shao Shihui's swordsmanship, however, had won the stele's recognition. After all, she was the Corrector sent out by the White Cloud Sword Sect. Her swordsmanship concealed a touch of agile, immortal elegance. It did not move according to any fixed rules, yet carried an intensely powerful beauty!
At first, Yun Xingzhui suppressed Shao Shihui, every sword brimming with a fierce desire to advance. Yet before they had fought for long, Shao Shihui instead gained the upper hand, seizing control step by step!
"If this continues, Yun Xingzhui will undoubtedly lose," Ji Mo Ying said from the side. Shao Zi and Xiang Ling nodded as well.
"His moves still feel too formulaic. Yun Xingzhui was born into a prestigious family and instructed by a renowned master. Although his aptitude is good, he has never been able to surpass that famous teacher. His personal style doesn't seem strong enough." Shao Zi was naturally the commentator here. After all, Xiang Ling and Shen Jinzhao were beside her, so she had a duty to guide her junior brothers and sisters.
"He's still lacking a little seasoning. At this level... having a master is actually worse than having none," Xiang Ling said. Her own swordsmanship had also reached the grandmaster level; it was just that her luck had not been very good in this competition.
"Senior Sister..." Shen Jinzhao looked at Xiang Ling awkwardly, then glanced back at me, afraid that I might think of something. Only then did Xiang Ling realize what she had