Chapter 1674 I Don’t Need to Draw My Sword

The green gauze dress was blown away by the wind, and the girl pushed the loser who was about to fall to the ground off the ring with one hand, and fell into the crowd.

Amidst the uproar, she turned around and stared at the person on the stage who was frowning at her.

The sword at her waist was still unfastened, and her figure was tall and slender. After a moment, only one arm was extended, and a finger was raised in the man's direction.

Then, that finger gently hooked in his direction.

Without saying a word, the contempt was endless.

The arrogance and pride in her body were frozen into condescending indifference by the endless coldness.

The noisy square suddenly became silent, and the air was as tense as a string about to break.

After a moment, the dazed Jinliang man suddenly became furious and drew his sword to chop him, still shouting,

"Where did this stinky bitch come from! You came to my ring to help others when you saw injustice! Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

He moved extremely fast, and the sword flashed before his eyes in the blink of an eye. He seemed to have used all his internal strength, and the air was almost torn apart.

But faced with such a furious sword attack with all her strength, amid the worried exclamations and jeers from the audience, the girl only stretched out two fingers and clamped the sharp sword blade that broke through the wind with incredible accuracy.

The tip of the sword was right in front of her face, but no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't move any further.

The exclamations and boos from the audience instantly got stuck in everyone's throat.

The air suddenly became silent again. In this silence, the girl flicked her fingers lightly, and her internal energy burst out silently, spreading out like water waves. The sharp sword blade was easily broken like a silk thread in an instant. One end of the sword was still in the man's hand with the handle, and the other end was shot back with a clang of the girl's internal energy. With a "pu" sound, it pierced the man's shoulder and was nailed into the stone pillar with blood.

After a while, the screams were heard slowly.

On the wide square, a mighty mountain wind blew in from the bluestone hall on the top of the mountain, crashing into the twelve hideous stone pillars. It also lifted the corner of the girl's green robe and turned up the white skirt underneath, making a loud noise like cold snow waves.

She stood on the huge arena, holding the sword still undrawn, the end of the scabbard pointed at the wailing person on the ground, and said indifferently,

"I don't need to draw my sword to help. Two fingers are enough to kill you."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the group of Jinliang people who had just been making the loudest noises in the crowd. Her voice was indifferent, but her arrogance was so strong that she didn't even bother to hide it.

"Xia Fuyi, a third-rate swordsman from Chiwei Country, invites the heroes of Jinliang to teach me."

After a pause, she suddenly curled her lips, like a large field of spring flowers suddenly blooming on a glacier, cold, proud, and dense, just like her voice, lofty and supreme to the extreme.

"You can come together."

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the audience, and everyone in Jinliang was so angry that their faces turned red.

In the crowd, Brother Seven, who had just been sighing, stared blankly at the stage and suddenly froze.

The girl on the stage had a slender figure, but her back was as straight as a bamboo and as strong as indestructible steel. Her clothes fluttered in the wind and she looked arrogant and wanton, which gradually overlapped with the blue-clothed young man who climbed onto the ring in the late autumn of a certain year and fought drunkenly in thirty-six countries.

The disciple of the escort company beside him pushed him and whispered hurriedly,

"Seventh Brother, isn't this the benefactor girl we met on the road? How could she alone defeat so many people in Jin Liang? Jin Liang has many masters!"

When Brother Qi heard this, he stared at the girl on the stage without blinking, and even unconsciously curled the corners of his lips.

"No, even if Jin Liang has more experts, it will probably be useless..."

Just like the heroes of the thirty-six countries at that time who thought they could exhaust the youth's strength through round-the-clock battles, no matter how many people there were, they could only return empty-handed under the unmatched arrogant swordsmanship.

The people on the stage didn't notice the uproar in the audience.

On the high stairs, the young man who had just arrived suddenly clenched his fists and almost slammed the table to leave, but he was stopped by the black-clothed man behind him who whispered "Master".

He slowly sat down, his eyes fixed on the girl in blue on the stage, and his hands hidden under the table couldn't help but tremble slightly.