The energy of heaven and earth stopped gushing, the wind blew, and the tables and chairs stopped moving.

Chen Moli also felt no terrible aura on his body just like when he entered this wine shop at the beginning.

However, his calm words continued to blow through the bodies of these students like a strong wind.

Ding Ning frowned slightly and was about to speak.

"Go out so that you don't have to worry about messing up things later, and you have to work hard to clean up." But before he could say anything, Chen Moli said this lightly again, turned around calmly, and walked out of the wine shop.

Xu Heshan's face became increasingly ugly, but while Chen Moli turned around, he did not follow up immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at Xie Changsheng and Nangong Caishu, lowered his voice and said, "Downgrading the realm has nothing to do with cultivation."

The students present were very smart, and they all understood the meaning of Xu Heshan's words.

When you put aside your cultivation level, the key to determining the outcome is often the experience of the enemy and the skills of fighting.

"I see."

Xie Changsheng looked at Chen Moli's back and said coldly: "Whatever you say is about face. Of course, you must let the most fighting people among us fight."

His words came out, and all the students' eyes stopped at Nangong Caishu.

Among them, putting aside the cultivation factor, the one who is the most capable of fighting is the most delicate girl.

Nangong Caishu himself seemed to know this very well.

Her face gradually became sobbing, she didn't say anything, but just took the first move and walked in front.

Chen Moli stood in the streets and alleys. He looked down at the ground and saw several weeds growing in the cracks beside his boots.

He thought of the Lilingjun he followed, and in Qin, he was like a wild weed that survived tenaciously in the cracks of the rocks.

But after today, will this situation turn around?

His appearance gradually became soaring.

He turned around and looked at Nangong Caishu who was walking opposite him, nodded as a tribute, and said, "Please!"

Nangong Caishu narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded as a greeting: "Please!"

The sound was still echoing in this alley, but the sparrows on the sycamore trees around him suddenly flew up, and countless yellow leaves flew out from Nangong Caishu's body.

The strong wind suddenly rose, and Nangong Caishu brought out afterimages with pure straight lines and cut towards Chen Moli's center line.

A fish-patterned iron sword slashed out from her right hand, and also slashed at Chen Moli's head in an extremely straight posture.

As soon as the sword comes out, the old force disappears and the new force arises again.

A stream of true energy continued to burst out on the sword, disappearing and bursting.

In the cold air, waves of air are constantly rising.

It's just an extremely straight sword, but it gives people the feeling of countless swords.

This is the Liancheng sword technique of her father, Nangong Pocheng, the general who guarded Lishi County.

In the many recorded stories of fighting with the Zhao Dynasty, Nangong Bocheng killed several heavy armored chariots with one sword countless times.

This is an extremely fierce sword force that continuously exerts force through the control of true qi.

There was also a strange light in Chen Moli's eyes. He never expected that such a delicate girl would be so fierce and mighty with one move!

But facing such a fierce sword, his reaction was just a strange light flashing in his eyes.

He didn't step back, and there seemed to be a crane sound in the air.

His sword was unsheathed.

The hilt of his sword is white jade, and the sword body inside is actually crystal white, thin and slightly transparent, with shallow feather patterns, which looks exquisite and fragile.

However, the sword came over very simply and roughly, lifted upwards, and smashed it towards the fish-patterned iron sword that was slashing from the top to the bottom.

There was a loud bang.

A circle of air waves exploded around the bodies of the two of them, and even the soft weeds in the cracks of the rocks under Chen Moli's feet were broken by the strong and sharp sword energy.

Xie Changsheng and others' eyes squinted unconsciously.

No one expected that the seemingly fragile white sword in Chen Moli's hand could burst out such power, and in such a short space, it could burst out such a strong power.

The most important thing is that the white sword in his hand does not even have any scars at this moment, but is just trembling constantly.

However, the wide fish-patterned iron sword in Nangong Caishu's hand was slightly bent.

Several strands of blood were flowing from her tiger's mouth to the hilt of the fish-patterned iron sword.

There were many scattered spectators walking out of the alleys around Wutongluo. They might not be able to see the ingenuity of this battle. What shocked them was that such power could burst out from such a small body like Nangong Caishu.

An angry and sharp voice that made people's eardrums burst out from Nangong Caishu's lips at this time.

The soles of her boots made almost bursting sounds, but she did not retreat.

She gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and stabbed Chen Moli's lower abdomen with her left hand.

At this moment, there was a small blue sword in her left hand.

The surface of this small blue sword has many vines formed naturally due to casting. While it pierced upwards, the true energy radiated from the sword also makes it seem like there are many green vines growing in the air, making it impossible to easily see where the tip of the sword pointes.

This is the Qingteng True Qi and Qingteng Sword Art of Qingteng Sect.

Ding Ning's face also became solemn.

No wonder even proud like Xie Changsheng would give up his position and let Nangong Caishu fight. The Qingteng True Qi and Qingteng Sword Art in Qingteng Sword Academy are difficult to cooperate. When Nangong Caishu was in the second realm, he had already allowed both to exert such power. It is indeed a rare genius.

The sword intent came towards the abdomen. Under the extremely fierce sword just now, there was such a feminine sword hidden, and even Chen Moli's face changed drastically.

He had the urge to untie his true energy.

However, he forced himself to control his impulse, and in the moment of flash, his left hand also moved.

There is no sword in his left hand, but there is a scabbard and an luxurious green shark-skin scabbard.

The scabbard suddenly turned into a bunch of spring water, holding countless green vines growing upwards.

Everyone heard only a soft sound.

It was the sound of a sword returning to the sheath.

All the sword energy like green vines disappeared, and Nangong Caishu's face turned snow-white.

All the students behind her were gasping for air.

Her sword belonged to Chen Moli's sheath.

Among the countless green vines, in such a hurry, Chen Moli accurately grasped her real sword shadow and used her sword sheath to cover her sword with extreme accuracy.

And in the next moment, Chen Moli's movements did not stop.

Chen Moli held one end of the scabbard and continued to wave his sword.

The spring water continues to sprinkle.

Nangong Caishu finally couldn't hold on. Her body was pried up like a stone, and her heels were off the ground. In the next moment, her left hand holding the sword was shaken and her five fingers were loosened. The green sword she was holding broke away from her palm, like a bird captured by a cage, still trapped in the green scabbard in Chen Moli's hand.

Xie Changsheng lowered his head. He felt very cold and angry, but he knew that everything he said at this time was nonsense.

Xu Heshan and many other students also looked pale.

From Chen Moli's realm on his mind, they knew that the swordsmen of the Great Chu Dynasty were very strong. However, they did not expect that they would be so strong. Even Nangong Caishu, who was considered by many teachers of the Qingteng Sword Academy to know the best of fighting among the students of Qingteng Academy for decades, was defeated so simply that even the Qingteng Shoujian was snatched by someone with a sword sheath.

Puff... Puff...

Two light sounds, Nangong Caishu's feet fell to the ground, and two streams of smoke and dust escaped from her feet.

After all, she was a very young girl. Thinking of the teachings of the teachers of the Lijian Academy on weekdays, and seeing the Qingteng Shunjian that she regarded as her life was taken by the other party, she was extremely embarrassed and even wanted to cry.

Chen Moli glanced at her.

He took his sword.

The Qingteng Shoujian flew out of his scabbard and landed straight in front of Nangong Caishu. At the same time, the white jade-like long sword in his right hand returned to the sheath steadily.

Such an attitude is indescribable and elegant.

"If you can practice Qing Teng True Art and Qing Teng Sword Art to this level, you can be proud and may defeat me in the future."

He looked at Nangong Caishu seriously and praised him sincerely without any pretentiousness.

Nangong Caishu didn't look at him.

She looked at the Qingveng Shuan Jian that was trembling slightly in the cracks in the rocks in front of her. She felt the helplessness and powerlessness of the Qingveng Shuan Jian. Her nose felt a little sour, and she felt sorry for it.

She took a deep breath and rubbed her nose.

Then she pulled up the small blue sword and her face became extremely solemn again.

A faint green light swept across, like a vine leaf growing in the air.

A shallow blood mark appeared on the palm of her right hand, and several drops of blood were oozing out.

"Please live well, I will definitely defeat you."

She held her bloody right hand and put the green sword flat on her chest and said seriously.

This is the Qin people's oath.
To be continued...