A terrifying bloody energy and murderous intent permeated his body.
He suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, and the mysterious energy surged towards the spear in his hand like a tide.
The tip of the spear instantly condensed into a sharp cone of blood-red mysterious energy, piercing through the air, mixed with fierce murderous intent, and stabbed out fiercely.
At this time, Yan An's face remained calm and his eyes remained unperturbed.
The wooden stick in his hand was wrapped in sword intent. With a light stroke, Lu Jingzhi's attack was like fragile paper.
Easily pierced!!!
The noisy audience became silent at this moment, and everyone stared with wide eyes.
His mouth was open so wide that it seemed like an egg could fit in it.
They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes. Lu Jingzhi's full-strength attack was so easily resolved.
After seeing his attack being broken so easily, Lu Jingzhi took a deep breath, stepped on the Wind and Thunder Step, and stabbed out with the gun again.
He was faster and stronger, and every attack was accompanied by the sound of whistling wind.
However, facing Lu Jingzhi's fierce attack, Yan An remained calm.
He even put one hand behind his back and easily blocked the opponent's attack with just a wooden stick.
He yawned from time to time and seemed very relaxed.
"It's boring, too boring. If you only have the gun skills but no gun spirit, no matter how good the moves are, they will be in vain." Yan An shook his head and sighed.
"Let me show you what the true sword intent is." Yan An curled his lips slightly and smiled, and the wooden stick in his hand seemed to have turned into a peerless sword.
At this moment, Yan An's originally lazy eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
She stood there, as if one with the world around her, the embodiment of the sword.
The sword intent surged out from the depths of her heart like surging waves, carrying with it an aura that looked down upon the world and the sharpness of a sword.
Lu Jingzhi felt this powerful sword intent and involuntarily retreated to the edge of the arena, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He felt as if there was an invisible sword at his neck, ready to chop him down at any moment.
In the audience, the swords of dozens of sword cultivators began to tremble in their scabbards, making crisp sounds.
These swords seemed to sense the sword intent emanating from Yan An, and showed gestures of fear and submission.
Yan An held a wooden stick and gently waved it in the air. The action looked ordinary.
However, as she swung her sword, an invisible sword energy rushed towards Lu Jingzhi at an astonishing speed.
The speed of the sword energy was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it hit Lu Jingzhi's chest.
With a swish sound, a 20-centimeter wound suddenly appeared on Lu Jingzhi's chest. Blood gushed out from it, staining his clothes red.
The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yan An and Lu Jingzhi.
Even the people who were fighting nearby stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes over here, marveling at the terrifying strength displayed by Yan An.
[I was abused by my wife!]
[Okay, that's tragic!]
Lu Jingzhi looked aggrieved, covering his chest with his right hand, and the green light healed the wound.
"Are you scared?"
“What am I afraid of (???.???)????”
"Why did you retreat just now?"
Hearing this, Lu Jingzhi scratched his head. "Just now, your sword energy seemed to be pressing against my neck. Even my soul began to tremble unconsciously."
"Well, this is the mystery of sword intent and sword energy. Let's go back."
Lu Jingzhi showed a puzzled expression, "Aren't we going to fight anymore?"
Yan An walked up to him and pinched his cheek, "There are so many people watching here, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed?"
After hearing her words, Lu Jingzhi looked around at the audience seats.
I saw that the auditorium next to me, which was closer to me, was already full of people, but there was no one in the rest of the seats.
They were quiet and shocked, not noisy at all.
"Okay, let's go back then."
Yan An took out the competition card, injected mysterious energy into it, and put away the protective shield of the venue.
Suddenly, dozens of people who were originally sitting in the audience jumped down from a height like birds. Their movements were uniform and as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Yan An.
As soon as these people landed, they quickly knelt down and saluted Yan An with fists clasped, their faces full of sincerity.
The leading man asked earnestly, "Miss, would you be willing to accept us as your disciples?"
Another person quickly chimed in, "Yes! I'm also a swordsman, and I deeply admire the superb swordsmanship you just displayed."
"Therefore, we hope to become your disciples and learn more advanced sword techniques."
Immediately afterwards, the others also echoed, "Please accept us as your disciples!"
Their voices were in unison and loud, as if they had been rehearsed, echoing throughout the venue.
Then, they all knelt on the ground, bowed their heads and kowtowed to express their respect and sincerity to Yan An.
Seeing this, Yan An pretended to be embarrassed and seemed a little hesitant.
She turned to look at Lu Jingzhi beside her and asked softly, "Hey, Jingzhi, do you think I should accept them as my disciples?"
At this time, the leading sword cultivator stood up and shouted respectfully, "We are worshipping you, not him."
However, Lu Jingzhi ignored the sword cultivator and pulled Yan An behind him. He then said to the sword cultivators calmly, "I'm sorry, everyone. I rejected her offer."
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