Xuan Mingye was in a good mood and didn't mind exchanging a few blows with Qian Youxue. He dodged her attacks back and forth, and didn't forget to point out the flaws in her moves.
After unleashing over a dozen attacks, Qian Youxue failed to land a single blow on the demon, leaving her both anxious and frustrated. The faster her attacks became, the faster he dodged; the brief exchange left her breathless and exhausted.
"Your method of attacking will only make you more and more tired. Take a look at these moves of mine. Learning them will bring you many benefits." After saying that, Xuan Mingye snatched the Yin-Yang Sword from Qian Youxue's hand.
Qian Youxue collapsed wearily to the ground, her gaze fixed on his every move. It seemed as if the Yin-Yang Sword had come alive in his hands; its sharp, jagged tip now gleamed silver in the moonlight.
wrong!
Didn't that old Taoist priest say that the Yin-Yang Sword recognizes its master? How can it be used effectively in his hands?
She had figured this out somewhat, but she hadn't seen the old Taoist priest in her dreams recently, and she didn't know when the mystery would be solved.
However, the white-haired old man who had gone to other courtyards to busy himself suddenly returned. He stood at the courtyard gate, his eyes fixed on the sword in Xuan Mingye's hand like an eagle's.
"The Yin-Yang Sword, what a treasure! I never thought I would encounter it in my lifetime. This is truly a rare and precious item. The young lady is very fortunate!" He stroked his white beard and slowly turned his gaze to Qian Youxue.
This seemingly ordinary girl harbors so many secrets. There are many cultivators in the world who want to seize the Yin-Yang Sword, but few know the true power of this Yin-Yang Sword.
Um……
He nodded in satisfaction, a smile playing on his lips, and turned his gaze to the sword.
Xuan Mingye hadn't expected this broken sword to be so powerful. On the surface, he swung the sword easily, but in reality, he was enduring a terrifying force emanating from it—a force that devoured. Someone unfamiliar with such power might have their entire inner strength drained.
Gradually, Qian Youxue noticed that Xuan Mingye's expression was constantly changing, as if he was enduring some kind of painful torment, and was taking the opportunity to struggle.
Is it merely a superficial display of wielding the sword?
The thought flashed through my mind, and then I saw the destructive power of the Yin-Yang Sword. The courtyard, already destroyed, was now a complete mess. There wasn't a single patch of flat ground, and not a single living creature in the courtyard.
What a terrible thing!
She shook her head helplessly. "Go ahead and show off. Let's see how far you can go. Anyway, the palace isn't hers. At worst, she can just tear it down and rebuild it. She's not short of money."
"Your Highness, be careful! This sword is very good at absorbing spiritual energy, give it to me!" The white-bearded old man noticed something amiss, his figure spun around, and he took the Yin-Yang Sword in his hand. The moment he received it, he felt the spiritual energy in his body being absorbed by the sword.
This baby is so hot!
He felt a surge of emotion and began chanting an incantation. With his other free hand, he grabbed a ball in mid-air, which transformed into a hand according to his will. That hand then grasped the Yin-Yang Sword, freeing up both his hands.
Thump thump thump!
He staggered back several steps, and the arm he had been controlling with spiritual power vanished in the blink of an eye, the Yin-Yang Sword clattering to the ground.
"I didn't expect this sword to be so powerful. Qian Youxue, what is the origin of this sword?" Xuan Mingye's expression changed drastically as he looked at Qian Youxue, who was sitting not far away with her legs crossed.
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