This forced Ying Song to concentrate fully on the battle; if things continued like this, he would really lose face big time!
"So fast!"
Seeing Tian Ning strike down with her sword without hesitation, and each time she seized Ying Song's weakness, Xuan Honghong couldn't help but take another look at the little girl.
It must be admitted that the six sects of the Eastern Continent are indeed good at teaching their disciples. They all learned the main sect's professions quite well. It's just a pity that this girl met Brother Ying... After all, the chief disciple of each sect is not just a title given casually.
In their Mountain and Sea Sect, most disciples are weak in one cultivation method and only show slight improvement in another. Some even have difficulty breaking through their cultivation level because they cannot keep up with the learning.
But Ying Song is different!
He was the sect leader's proudest disciple, and he was down-to-earth and made progress step by step in both swordsmanship and talisman drawing.
Therefore, he will absolutely not lose!
"Brother Ying... it's about time he showed his true strength."
As Xuan Honghong finished speaking, crackling purple lightning gathered on Ying Song's sword. The sword light flowed, faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder. Ying Song's momentum in swinging the sword was even stronger than before. The long sword, carrying the force of thunder, attacked Tian Ning!
"It's actually a mutated lightning spirit root!" A cultivator in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.
Lightning-type spiritual roots are extremely rare, so it seems unlikely that the little girl will win this match. The newcomers all felt the outcome was already decided, but the other local cultivators from the Eastern Continent smiled silently. Given Tian Ning's abilities, how could they possibly let this match end so easily?
On the field, Tian Ning dodged the opponent's sword one after another, but when the two swords collided, a 'bang' sound was heard!
When the blade comes into contact with conductive electricity, it will cause a tingling sensation in the hand holding the sword.
"Little sister, you're going to lose!"
Ying Song smiled slightly, thinking that Tian Ning would immediately abandon his sword because of the stinging pain from the lightning on his hand!
As a sword cultivator, losing her sword in public meant she was destined to lose!
Even the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will be ridiculed for this, since the other side was unlucky enough to choose them.
But things didn't go as he expected.
The girl tilted her head and smiled: "Oh, little brother."
Ying Song: "..."
Just as Ying Song was stunned for a moment, a purple sword attacked from his right, also containing the power of lightning. Ying Song turned his head in surprise to dodge, but unfortunately his long hair was damaged and a small patch was burned off by the lightning...
Two swords!
When the audience saw the sword in Tian Ning's hand, forged from a special amethyst, a gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.
"Purple Lightning Sword—"
As a fellow sword cultivator, Ying Song naturally recognized him.
The Thunder Sword in his hand also belongs to the lightning element and is on par with the Purple Lightning Sword in the rankings.
He hadn't expected it to be such a coincidence; the other party also had a mutated lightning spirit root.
However, it's not surprising, considering the other party is a direct disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it's impossible that he only has a broken iron sword.
only……
Ying Song gently stroked his scorched hair with his fingertips, a shadow of gloom appearing in his eyes.
He said coldly, "Since you're so ungrateful, I won't hold back!"
People in the southern continent were on edge watching:
"It's over! She actually dared to touch Ying-ge's most beloved hair!"
"Wow, this is outrageous! She's asking for it! You know, Brother Ying is usually quite chivalrous towards women, but she just had to go and mess with his hair..."
Xuan Honghong also shook her head: "This time, Brother Ying is really serious!"
Everyone: "..."
Don't you Southern Continent folks get tired of fighting?
One minute they say they're going to show their true strength, the next they say they're going to get serious...
The members of the Sword Guardian Mountain exchanged silent glances at the noisy group: Heh—as if their junior sister was serious.
As for the six direct disciples, they were also whispering there.
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