Nangong Feier, Thirteen Swords

Even in the eyes of all the cultivators, Wang Xian on the high platform was covered in blood, flying backward, and was sent flying off the three zhang high platform!

Even the Great Elder and the Law Enforcement Elder couldn't see clearly.

Only Dongfang Nishang's mouth corner moved slightly, and she murmured, "Evildoer!"

The old Daoist in the main hall was boiling water and brewing tea. Hearing this, he smiled faintly, "Perhaps this is a trace of strength he condensed over ten years in the Heavenly Tome."

"Ah..."

Hearing this, Dongfang Nishang finally felt a trace of shock.

If Wang Xian had cultivated more than just body strength during those ten years, then he would be even more terrifying than she imagined!

"Ah!"

A whistle sounded on the high platform.

It was swift and strange, like light gathering on a snow mountain.

Finally, it turned into a dazzling silver light that blinded everyone's eyes!

Lin Pojun's Void Breaking Fist blasted through the void on the high platform, causing the air to explode!

In an instant, it pierced through Wang Xian's body!

Like a sharp sword, a ray of light pierced through, passing through Wang Xian's body. A burning fist passed through Wang Xian's flesh and blood body!

A destructive aura suddenly spread across the high platform!

Yet, in the eyes of everyone, it was still incredibly strange!

Some even exclaimed in shock, "Could it be that Wang Xian used demonic arts at this moment?"

After one ray of light came countless rays of light shooting out one after another!

In an instant, Lin Pojun's punch was like piercing through the dark clouds in the sky. The dark clouds scattered, but not a single drop of blood splattered!

At this moment, everyone had a sense of unreality!

It was as if Wang Xian on the high platform had momentarily become ethereal, like the gentle breeze, or like the silver light falling from the snow mountain.

Lin Pojun himself passed through Wang Xian's body, through his world, and Wang Xian didn't even frown.

The two were like beings separated by a world.

You punch like a mountain in your world!

I remain silent in my world!

However, worlds eventually disappear. In that one ten-thousandth of a second, Wang Xian made his move!

White Rainbow Piercing Sun!

This palm strike was like a nimble finger plucking a winter plum blossom from a branch tip.

It was also like a spiritual sword instantly slashing through the void, breaking open the world before his eyes!

With a "peng!" sound.

The palm that passed through the world struck Lin Pojun's chest!

An unwilling roar echoed from the high platform, and a giant figure flew towards the plaza like a mountain.

Countless cultivators scattered, fearing they would be hit.

A gray figure soared into the sky.

With a wave of his hand, using the power of "Four Ounces Deflects Thousand Pounds," he guided the mountain-like Lin Pojun towards the great lake behind the plaza!

With a "honglong!" sound!

The water of the great lake splashed into the sky. Countless fish, in their terror, opened their eyes in mid-air, looking at the crowd on the plaza.

As if to say, "Are you all crazy? I didn't provoke you!"

Before Lin Pojun could climb out of the lake water, Tantai Xiaoxue on the viewing platform pouted and yelled:

"The Sword Sect has lost. Does anyone else want to challenge my junior brother?"

"Does anyone else want to challenge my junior brother?"

A tender voice echoed across the plaza, clearly reaching the ears of every cultivator.

Dongfang Nishang sighed lightly, covered her chest, and laughed, "Fortunately, your junior brother showed mercy with this palm strike!"

Only she knew that if Wang Xian had unleashed a punch without restraint, the Sword Sect disciple would have been severely injured, if not killed.

The elder Liu Qingyun of East Sea Feixian Island's mouth corner moved slightly.

Then, a woman in a green robe, tall and with shoulder-length black hair, walked towards the high platform.

As she walked, her cherry lips parted slightly, "I am Nangong Feier from East Sea Feixian Island. I've come to spar with Wang Xian junior brother's sword technique!"

Unlike Lin Pojun, Nangong Feier had already issued a challenge before arriving.

A sword fight?

Everyone looked at Wang Xian, who had empty hands, and thought, "He can't possibly pull out another spirit sword stolen from the Four Great Sects, can he?"

If that were the case, would he be a descendant of a thief family?

The Four Great Sects, not a single one spared, each would give you five thousand ling shi.

Heavens, wasn't this robbery?

Seeing Wang Xian remain silent, Nangong Feier continued, "If you let me see your sword, I can teach you a sword technique to defeat Tang Shisan."

As she finished speaking, she happened to pass by Tang Shisan.

He didn't even glance at her.

"Why?"

Wang Xian looked at Tang Shisan and asked, "Why does she know your sword technique?"

Tang Shisan pointed at Nangong Feier's retreating figure and replied lightly:

"I have thirteen swords, and I learned one of them from her. What? Do you want to ambush me?"

Wang Xian was stunned: "Which sword?"

Tang Shisan chuckled: "Guess!"

Nangong Feier smiled faintly: "Thirteen Swords!"

Hearing this, Wang Xian fell silent.

Even with his eyes closed, he knew. But the last move must be a trump card for saving his life.

A move that would absolutely not be used lightly unless facing a life-or-death crisis.

Before, he had told Lin Pojun that he had a trump card to save his life, but in reality, he had nothing.

Even if he did, it was very limited.

It wasn't his own ability, but something given to him by the mysterious woman he met in the Heavenly Tome World.

Hearing this, he was a bit dumbfounded.

Could this seemingly delicate and fragile heavenly pride from the East Sea be Tang Shisan's relative?

Otherwise, at their age, it would be impossible to know and interact with each other across thousands of miles. It was absolutely impossible.

While they were talking, Nangong Feier had already walked step by step towards the high platform.

Wang Xian shook his head: "No need."

"Why? Are you scared?"

Nangong Feier shook the spirit sword in her hand: "This is my sword."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Xian felt a sword qi slash directly at him!

The sword was not drawn, yet it possessed an aura of invincibility.

In the blink of an eye, the maiden before him had transformed herself into a sword!

Nangong Feier continued, "I'm standing here, can you see my sword? If you can't see it, you can't see her sword either."

After speaking, she thrust directly at Wang Xian with the sword sheath in her hand!

A sword not drawn was like the wind on the snow mountain. Ask the world, who knows when the wind will rise?

In an instant, Wang Xian's pupils contracted sharply.

This sword, from the wind, moved inch by inch through the void towards him!

Just as a cold sweat broke out on his palm, Wang Xian, startled, suddenly closed his eyes.

Since he couldn't see it, he didn't need to look!

"Zheng..."

A sword cry.

At the very moment the opponent was about to stab him with the sword sheath, Wang Xian suddenly had a black sword sheath in his hand!

A sword cry.

It resounded across the plaza like a dragon's roar.

"Ah..."

The sword was not drawn, but Nangong Feier had to retract her thrusting spirit sword.

Then, with a cry of alarm, she looked towards the viewing platform!

At this moment, Elder Liu Qingyun from the East Sea suddenly stood up! As if he was about to rush out at any moment.

He took a deep breath, calming his somewhat messy emotions.

Just as he was about to lose control, he suddenly walked in front of Dongfang Nishang and bowed deeply.

"Elder Dongfang..."

"I know!" Dongfang Nishang nodded.

Gazing at the youngster on the high platform, who had his eyes closed, she couldn't help but let out a solemn sigh. "Have you already seen through it?"

Liu Qingyun nodded heavily.

Without waiting for Dongfang Nishang to speak, Wang Xian suddenly said to Nangong Feier, "Thank you, but I won't learn Tang Shisan's sword technique from you!"

"Why?"

Nangong Feier exclaimed, "Can't you see? My actions are this slow precisely so you can clearly observe the changes after this sword strike!"

Wang Xian shook his head, looking at Tang Shisan and laughing, "Because I don't want to kill her!"

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