As dawn broke, the dewdrops lingered on the leaves, reluctant to part, the sun yet to rise and separate the lovers.

On Bird's Nest Plain, a gentle breeze rustled through the grass as Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan faced off, each holding a jade bee sword.

Li Qianxia yawned, raised her other hand, and waved it down: "Begin."

Yang Qinglan took the initiative.

Her speed was also 10 points, but unlike Li Changzhou, who was always powerful and heavy like a cannonball, and unlike Li Qianxia, ​​who was fast as an arrow, she was as light as a breeze.

Li Changzhou swung his sword, and the tip was already pressed against her slender and beautiful neck.

"Ah la la la," he laughed.

"Again." Yang Qinglan stepped back, and when she turned around, her delicate lips were pursed, and her eyes were sharp.

My competitive spirit was aroused.

"Yes, I believe that with your abilities, you can quickly master swordsmanship or anything else." With that, Li Changzhou once again deflected Yang Qinglan's sword and placed it on her shoulder.

The third time, Yang Qinglan held her sword and took a deep breath. A cold current seemed to be dancing in her jewel-like black sword.

As soon as she moved, a chill instantly spread throughout her body, transforming into a cold and swift attack.

"bite!"

The two emerald bee swords clashed together, producing a crisp sound of metal striking metal, and the blades vibrated, buzzing like hummingbirds.

"You're letting me?"

"Ending the training too quickly will not achieve the desired training effect."

"bite!"

"I am now swinging my sword with the determination to kill you."

"You underestimated me, Miss Yang. When facing me, you should have been prepared to die or be resigned to your fate."

Yang Qinglan stepped back temporarily, took a deep breath, raised his sword to his chest, and began to chant.

“The Lord says, ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay.’”

Her eyes turned gold, and a golden halo appeared around her body.

"Brother, you really are an evil person!" Li Qianxia woke up immediately and cheered.

Li Changzhou was indeed an evil man; he gazed at Yang Qinglan with a fascination that seemed sacred.

Her black hair shone in the golden light, her fair skin appeared even more translucent, and her golden eyes were both majestic and gentle. She was as pure and beautiful as a goddess.

With a tearing sound, Yang Qinglan's Emerald Bee Sword pierced through the air like a streak of light.

Her sword tip shifted unpredictably, constantly pointing at Li Changzhou's throat; her movements were light yet full of speed and power.

Li Changzhou could no longer calmly see through her every move and instinctively drew his sword.

Yang Qinglan caught the sword, the blade gliding like a willow branch deflecting a gust of wind, deflecting Li Changzhou's force to the side, and lightly nestled into his arms.

"That's too dangerous!" Li Changzhou's neck tilted to the right.

He was almost killed by her beauty.

As he passed by, he casually drew his sword, as if brushing away a willow branch brushing against his face, and swept away Yang Qinglan's flash of inspiration.

The sword fell and struck Yang Qinglan's right hand, causing the Emerald Bee Sword to clatter to the ground.

Yang Qinglan covered her right hand with her left hand and pursed her lips. She was afraid of pain. Li Changzhou remembered it when they experimented with Qilin Blood Dragon's Blood.

“Not bad,” Li Changzhou laughed. “You almost ran into me. Of course, it wasn’t your strength that mattered, but your unparalleled beauty.”

"Beauty is also part of my strength." Yang Qinglan picked up the Emerald Bee Sword and attacked again.

However, Li Changzhou had already grasped the emerald light and pressed it against her.

Yang Qinglan's mind tensed instantly, and she drew her sword with all her might.

Two streaks of green light flashed past, and Li Changzhou thrust his weapon precisely into her throat.

Yang Qinglan felt slightly feverish, not from exhaustion—Li Changzhou's sharp and ruthless sword strike not only killed the enemy but also crushed his opponent's courage.

“Use this move in all the training sessions from now on,” she said earnestly.

"Okay, for lunch I want pan-fried dumplings from Auntie Dumplings, then a bowl of beef offal soup, and a bottle of banana milk when I leave the cafeteria."

"We'll talk about it after we win."

Yang Qinglan watched Li Changzhou warily, trying to see when he would draw his sword.

As agreed, he would not use more than 10 points of agility, as he was certain he could see clearly with his own perception.

His heart was pounding, his face was slightly flushed, and his right hand, gripping the Emerald Bee Sword tightly, was throbbing violently, with blood gushing through his body.

"Buzz~"

A humming sound like a hummingbird.

Her golden, sacred eyes seemed to narrow slightly due to excessive focus and concentration.

I see it clearly now.

The emerald light that rushed towards us was not a straight line, but rather like a snake; it was alive.

How did she manage to give the illusion that the sword was curved?!

The sword tip struck with an unpredictable trajectory, and that terrifying pressure once again enveloped the body.

Where will it bite? Where exactly is this green snake aiming to bite itself?!

Face, neck, heart, wrists—all the weaknesses seemed like his targets, yet none of them seemed to be.

While Yang Qinglan was seriously considering her response, Li Changzhou thought to himself: Miss Yang is indeed beautiful no matter what she does.

The emerald light lashed towards Yang Qinglan like a snake, and when it fell, it was as swift and unstoppable as thunder.

Yang Qinglan looked down at her side abdomen. The clothes there were intact, but they would tear open with the slightest movement.

"Again!"

Adjust your posture.

Li Changzhou suddenly leaped up, and a clump of thorns sprouted from his feet.

Before his body fell, a gravitational pull from behind prevented him from hitting the ground.

Li Changzhou turned around and landed on the "ground," but it was not the real ground.

His parallel-to-the-ground posture wouldn't make him uncomfortable, but it also wouldn't give him any leverage.

What can a person who can't fly do while constantly falling from the sky?

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