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"Okay!" Chen Huaian's heart tightened, and he was about to stop.
But Li Qingran suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.
"I understand!"
boom--!
A powerful aura burst out from Li Qingran's body, and her cultivation level broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage at this moment!
The lightning struck her, but was completely blocked by a layer of faint sword intent.
"Understand?!" Wang Haotian's eyes widened in disbelief. When he realized what was happening to Li Qingran, he held back a scream: "What do you understand? You're fighting and breaking through? Do you think you're being ridiculous?!"
Li Qingran said nothing and just stood up slowly.
The long sword in his hand made a humming sound, as if cheering for the sword master's breakthrough.
"Thank you for training with me and helping me break through." Her voice was as calm as water, but it carried a kind of coercion that made people tremble. "Now, it's time to end it. In return, I will spare your life!"
Although Li Qingran had not yet developed an attack, Wang Haotian already felt the danger.
He immediately formed seals with his hands, and his lightning armor became thicker again.
"So what if you break through? I still have the Burning Technique! Thunder Dragon Battle Heaven!"
roar--!
But several thunder dragons rose up from behind him and pounced towards Li Qingran with their claws stretched out.
However, Li Qingran just smiled lightly.
She slowly raised her sword, her posture as graceful as an immortal.
"Blue Lotus Sword Canon, Form 1—"
She started dancing with the sword!
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Li Qingran's movements were gentle and slow, as if she was dancing.
And every movement left a white shadow holding a sword in the original place.
The figure of the sword-wielding female cultivator was either standing, sitting, lying, leaning, standing with the sword in hand, or walking forward with the sword in hand.
In a moment, there were already thousands of troops behind Li Qingran!
Countless sword shadows were arranged in an orderly manner, each of them exuding a sharp sword intent, and when they came together they formed an overwhelming force.
Wang Haotian's Thunder Dragon rushed over, but was easily chopped into pieces by the sword shadows in the front row.
“What the hell…what kind of swordsmanship is this?!” Wang Haotian was horrified.
Li Qingran stopped his sword dance, pointing the tip of the sword at Wang Haotian, his eyes full of pity.
There are thousands of troops behind him, and the sword intent is rising.
"I wish to draw the sword from my waist, just for..."
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
Everyone held their breath, feeling the sword intent that changed the color of heaven and earth.
"Zhan, Lou, Lan!"
clang——!
Tens of thousands of people drew their swords, and the sword energy soared into the sky.
Countless sword energies merged and gathered into a brilliant white rainbow, instantly piercing through Wang Haotian's lightning armor.
The sword energy exploded and shook the arena to the point of cracking.
Wang Haotian's Burning Art was forcibly interrupted, and the whole person fell from the air, hitting the ground heavily, covered in blood, and no longer had the strength to resist.
This sword still left room for maneuver after all, and just passed through Wang Haotian's shoulder.
Li Qingran slowly put away his sword, and the sword shadow behind him also dissipated.
She was breathing lightly, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her eyes showed no sadness or joy.
Logically speaking, one should feel proud of defeating an opponent who cheated and used his blood and essence magical powers.
But Li Qingran didn't have that feeling at all.
Because she is the leader of the Yueying Sect and Chen Huaian's disciple, it is her duty to defeat such an opponent.
The whole audience was silent.
After a long while, thunderous applause broke out.
"The master is mighty!"
"The master is so powerful!"
In the past, when the sect disciples said this, there was some intention of showing support.
But now these cheers were heard by Li Qingran.
At least she felt that her support was sincere.
The cheers from the monks from other sects were the same.
Chen Huaian looked at the snow-white figure on the stage, his eyes full of relief.
The little apprentice grew up.
I have already proved myself on my own.
So the question is, why is Li Qingran's winning rate 100% when he is here? Could it be that Li Qingran broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage after watching him fight, and then displayed his divine power?
Chen Huaian curled his lips and entered narcissistic mode.
Wang Haotian was carried away.
He had burned his body and lost too much blood, and his injuries were even more serious than those of the previous Xuan Hemen disciple. He was breathing more than he was breathing in, and he looked half dead.
The disciples of Xuan He Sect were in a panic and gave Wang Haotian some medicine to take, but the effect was very mediocre.
Wang Haotian’s most serious problem is the damage to his field.
This will cause the vitality to gradually flow away along with the true essence.
The field is repaired, how long has he lived?
"Brother, you have to hold on. Just wait for the Sect Master to come. Just wait for the Sect Master to come!"
"The people of the Moon Shadow Sect were too ruthless. She is the sect leader, so why don't you give in to me?"
"That's right! He doesn't have the demeanor of a great clan at all..."
They only dared to mutter these words in a low voice.
The ancestor of the Yueying Sect was standing on the high platform.
They only dare to be angry and speak out.
"The character is good, the mind is right..." Chen Huaian shook his head repeatedly, "Master Yao has taught all these disciples the wrong way... But I can understand it. After all, he never intended to teach them well."
These disciples are also pitiful people.
If they had honestly cultivated themselves, even if they did not have the current cultivation level, at least their character would not have been distorted by the sudden power and ambition.
There were footsteps behind me.
The disciples of Xuan Hemen were delighted and looked over here.
"Master! You are finally back!"
"Master, avenge us! Look at how Brother Wang was beaten!"
"Master, wuwuwu, we are being bullied!"
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Chen Huaian sniffed and smelled a strange smell keenly.
He turned around and saw the rosy-cheeked Taoist Master Yao walking towards him, supporting Zhang Mengchu, who had a pale face and blue lips.
"Hey, Elder Zhang, what are you doing..."
Chen Huaian stared at Zhang Mengchu and asked the question even though he knew the answer.
Zhang Mengchu's condition has already been revealed in the field of vision.
[Name: Zhang Mengchu Cultivation level: Dongxu 깇重]
[Status: Yuan Yang Deficit]
Good guy...
It seems that this death roll is quite intense.
This is a cultivator at the advanced level of Dongxu, yet he is actually suffering from a deficiency of Yuanyang?
Looking at Zhenren Xiao Yao again, her skin was white and tender, glowing with moisture, like a ripe peach with a hint of red. Her temperament was even more charming than before, as if she had been well moisturized.
"Ancestor, I...I can do it..."
Zhang Mengchu walked tremblingly to Chen Huaian and saluted with shaking hands.
Then he kicked 냫Yao Zhenren on the butt.
"Bitch! What are you standing there for? Kneel down in front of me!"
Yao Zhenren was not only angry after being kicked.
The eyes that were watching Zhang Mengchu drawing silk became moist again.
She bent her knees and knelt in front of Chen Huaian, biting her red lips and trembling, "Please forgive me, Grandpa. I was sensible before, but now I have entrusted myself to Mengchu. I will be Mengchu's person in life and death, and I will be Mengchu's ghost in death. I hope Grandpa will give me a chance to reform."
After saying that, she kowtowed to Chen Huaian.
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