Seeing Qi Liancheng slashing with his sword with a ferocious look on his face, he raised his gaze, and there was green light blooming in the depths of his eyes. The small pocket sword dancing in the air also gave birth to a Qingming Sword Qi, and the sword moved like a dragon. The snake met the dark green heavy front, and the clear sound of the snake chanting sword instantly suppressed the rumbling sound of the ancient bell.

Before everyone could see how the inconspicuous little sword was breathing out sword energy, they saw the small sword exuding misty green energy circling around the heavy sword like a snake dancing with a dragon. The sword energy was like flowing clouds and white catkins, seemingly frivolous. Like mist, it is always firmly attached to the broad and blunt epee.

Qi Liancheng's movement of swinging the sword was suddenly cut off, as if he was frozen. Qi Liancheng suddenly raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes reflected the flying appearance of the small sword, and his pupils shrank violently.

Buzz——

The rotating small swords are flying in the air exquisitely and endlessly, and the sword energy is connected end to end, creating the momentum of a young dragon swallowing a python.

The terrifying white sword energy suddenly twisted like a snake entangled, and the Tingshan Sword, one of the ten famous swords of the Qin Kingdom, made a terrifying buzzing sound and began to twist and disorder.

The inscriptions on the Tingshan sword were completely destroyed in an instant, and it was obviously reduced to scrap metal.

A small sword as big as a fine needle, the tip of which revealed a faint sword intent, was hovering in front of Qi Liancheng's eyebrows.

Qi Liancheng's rapidly shrinking pupils have not yet recovered, and cold sweat is dripping from his forehead, falling into the corners of his eyes, and the pain is unbearable.

He swallowed hard and looked straight at the 'living' little sword, a chill running down his spine.

Ying Xiu's eyes, which had lost all emotion, were dark and motionless, inexplicably strange.

It wasn't until Balian raised his eyes that the small sword hovering between Qilian Cheng's brows seemed to have received some instructions, spinning leisurely in the air and returned to Balian's finger.

Such an appearance is clearly the sign of great spiritual achievement and the sword soul has figured it out!

Bai Lian looked at Qi Liancheng calmly, but the hand under the table pinched the back of Ning Feiyan's neck and said, "Now, do I still need to go down the mountain?"

The group of disciples who were originally waiting to see Balian's joke were so frightened that their eyebrows trembled, and their moods were still uneasy.

Didn’t you say the root of death?!

Didn’t he say that he relied on women’s tricks to become the embroidered pillow of the lord of Xianling City?!

The dial is so ruined, but you can still sit in a small corner and perform the Dragon Snake Sword Formation silently?

At the last moment of the class, Ying Xiu's generous and neat choice and some touching words of advice were really not worth mentioning in front of this young man who had never spoken nonsense nonsense.

Jiang Yunqin looked at Bai Lian, who was sitting in a corner with no expression of sadness or joy, and couldn't hide the amazement and shock in his eyes.

Qi Liancheng's hands, which were sore from being twisted by the sword energy, let go, and the severely damaged Tingshan sword crashed to the ground.

There was no longer any contempt in his eyes, and he couldn't even bear the thought of arguing with Balian about the destruction of the spiritual sword.
Chapter completed!