On the training ground.
Jiang Ning raised his hand and grabbed, and a longsword fell into his grasp.
His figure did not move, yet the ground within several zhang trembled slightly.
Master Mingxin looked at the faint dust rising from the ground on all sides, and his gaze grew solemn.
"I have heard Patrol Envoy Jiang has always excelled in saber techniques and Archery. To use a sword this time—could it be that you look down on this humble monk?"
"How could I look down on Master Mingxin? It is only that I obtained a rather good sword technique some time ago, so I wished for Master Mingxin to test its edge!" Jiang Ning said.
"Good. Then I shall see how Patrol Envoy Jiang's sword path fares," Master Mingxin said.
"Please instruct me!" Jiang Ning said, holding his sword as he cupped his hands.
Hearing this, Master Mingxin pressed his palms together and bowed slightly toward Jiang Ning.
"Benefactor Jiang, please instruct me!"
Whoosh—
The next moment.
The longsword in Jiang Ning's hand left its sheath, and a streak of cold light instantly reflected in Master Mingxin's pupils.
As that cold light flashed across them, his gaze tightened slightly.
In an instant.
He felt a stab of pain in his chest. Lowering his head, he saw that the edge of a sword had already pierced his chest.
Looking at this scene, Master Mingxin's pupils abruptly shrank.
"Master Mingxin's Immovable King Body is indeed formidable!" Jiang Ning withdrew his sword and praised him.
With that thrust, although it had pierced the surface of Master Mingxin's flesh, he could feel that after the blade entered his body, the resistance became even greater.
"So fast!!" Off to the side, Wan Jianyi's eyes filled with shock when he saw this.
In that instant just