Chapter 1675: Sword Pavilion Master Mu Ningqing
What happened next stunned everyone present.
There were a total of thirty-three people from the Jinliang Kingdom, some of whom were skilled in using knives, some were swords, and some were spears. There were big men who were several times stronger than Xia Fuyi, and there were female knights who were about the same size as her. Their kung fu skills also varied in strength. There were unknown people, but there were also masters who were well-known in the martial arts world.
But these thirty-three people fell one after another under the scabbard of Xia Fuyi's sword, which he had not even drawn out.
When the next person comes on stage, the previous one is often still unable to climb down. I don’t know what his mentality is. As the previous leader of the organizer of this martial arts conference, he did not immediately order people to carry the losers down.
So when the battle finally stopped, the girl was still in her elegant green dress, with the hems of her clothes dancing gracefully, but the huge arena was already filled with her defeated enemies rolling around.
Xia Fuyi patted his sleeves and looked around.
"If anyone else wants to learn from me, please feel free to come forward."
The sky on the top of the mountain was clear, and the wind was roaring as it hit the twelve stone pillars and blew through the girl's long black hair and the corners of her green clothes. Her arrogance, which she didn't even bother to conceal, fell into the eyes of the seventh brother below the stage, and it finally completely overlapped with the martial arts competition many years ago.
The subsequent developments were just as he expected, and it was like a replay of the scene many years ago.
Famous fighters from all over the world, who were stationed in nineteen capitals, came on stage one after another and fell under the sword sheath of the girl.
His inner strength, which had already reached the highest level, had already swept away a large number of people in the martial arts world.
Until the last master had his arm broken by her scabbard and was knocked back by a palm strike and hit the stone pillar, finally there was a sound of wind sweeping in from the stairs, and his robes fluttered down in front of her.
Xia Fuyi blinked and slowly raised her eyes, the figure of a young man in black clothes reflected in her pupils.
He stared at her, his eyes filled with a strange, almost fanatical burning sensation, and the complete opposite of coldness and disgust. These emotions combined together to become an obsessive concentration.
Being stared at like that, Xia Fuyi would of course feel uncomfortable. She frowned slightly, looked the visitor up and down, and without saying much, she just slowly held the sword in her hand across her body.
That was a posture ready for battle.
But the visitor was slightly startled, then his pupils shrank, and after a long moment of tension, he suddenly sneered.
"The current leader of the Sword Pavilion under the Tianji Sect, Mu Ningqing, comes to seek advice—"
Before he finished speaking, the sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, sending out a sharp sword light as sharp as snow, and he made a fatal move to pierce Xia Fuyi's throat.
It seemed that she was caught off guard. Xia Fuyi looked a little embarrassed and raised her head to avoid the attack at such a fast speed. Her long and white neck was exposed as fragile and slender. Many people in the audience exclaimed in surprise, and some even turned their eyes away.
However, when they looked again, two figures, one in blue and one in black, were already fighting each other.
The huge internal force collided and even cut off the sound of the wind. The robes of the two people who leaped and flipped were fluttering with murderous intent.
After dozens of rounds, someone finally noticed something and murmured curiously,
"Why, the movements are so similar?"
Yes.
Xia Fuyi on the stage had also realized at this time that the person she was fighting with was using the same body movements as her.
Even the sword moves have some similarities.
While she was in doubt, the scabbard blocked the sword attacking from behind without hesitation. She kicked Mu Ningqing on the chest and flew backwards, stopping in a safer position. However, Mu Ningqing did not intend to take a break. After taking a few steps back, he attacked with another lightning-fast sword move.
His internal strength was formidable, and when he attacked with his robes fluttering, he was like a ferocious falcon, his whole body filled with violent hostility.
Xia Fuyi frowned fiercely, and while stepping back, she held the sword horizontally in front of her. Finally, she grasped the hilt for the first time, and a bright arc of light was drawn out from the scabbard, reflecting her own cold expression and the gloomy eyes of the visitor.
With a clang, the long sword was completely unsheathed, blocking the sword of the oncoming man with a clang.
The internal forces collided violently and spread out from the ring in the shape of water waves with a loud bang.
The stone slab at the edge of the arena suddenly shattered silently into several cracks.
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