There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

Yin Shiming stared back without showing any weakness: "Do you think everyone is as shameless as you? I don't want to get involved in your mess, I'm just worried about Junior Sister Jianxin."

"Tch, I don't know who was sour just now, women, they are really fickle."

Mo Mingxin pouted, but didn't say anything, and left with Ye Li directly.She can still trust Yin Shiming's personality.

After the two left, Yin Shiming sighed and whispered: "I just hope that bastard doesn't get angry, the more honest a person is, the more terrifying he is when he gets angry, Junior Sister Jianxin... .. Forget it, you probably won’t be able to hear anything now.”

Yin Shiming looked at Ruan Jianxin who had already settled down in front of him, and couldn't help taking two steps back.The invisible sword energy lingering on the opponent's body seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and there seems to be a little difference in it.

With Ruan Jianxin's silence, the aura moved, centered on her, gathered together like a small typhoon, and gradually formed a trickle of aura visible to the naked eye around her. The aura moved in a specific trajectory, forming a flower. It looks like a cyan lotus flower, wrapped in three layers of petals, and the outer layer is slowly opening.

What followed was a strange breeze, which seemed out of place in the lingering mountain wind, extremely soft, but condensed and lingering, blowing past Yin Shiming's side, blowing her clothes.

hiss-

With a soft sound, Yin Shiming's expression changed, and he lowered his head to look at the hem of the skirt, where an inconspicuous cut was torn, neat and neat, as if cut by a sharp object.

She took another two steps back in a hurry, showing a bit of a wry smile.

"I suddenly realized at this time, Junior Sister Jianxin's talent in the way of swords is really enviable."

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After the two rounds of competition, there were only about [-] people left in the venue, and it was a bit empty for a while.

Fortunately, the number of people is even at this moment, but no one has a bye.

Ye Moxibustion didn't say much, and simply announced the start of the third round of competition, then sent everyone to their respective competition venues, and then began to watch the competition.

After watching two rounds of Mo Mingxin's competition, he felt that with the abilities of the contestants this year, it would be difficult for him to see anything. This time he planned to change his observation object——Ruan Jianxin.

The previous conversation with Zhang Jianlai made him a little more curious about Ruan Jianxin.

Cutting the scene to Ruan Jianxin's contest, as the master of the Taoist court, he found that there were quite a few people watching Ruan Jianxin's contest, including Ruan Jianxin's master, Zhang Jianlai.

Ruan Jianxin's opponent in this round was a disciple of Zhenwumen, which made many people call him lucky. In terms of viewing, the competition between Qinglian Sword Sect and Zhenwumen is undoubtedly the most exciting.

The flickering and maneuvering within close proximity, and the hand-to-hand combat, every confrontation is a split second, allowing the audience who are used to watching the mutual kneading formulas and the bombardment of Taoist techniques to see a new world.

Some people once even advocated this way of fighting, claiming that close combat is the romance of men, and only women will hide in the distance and make magic formulas and throw spells.Then, he was thrown to death by a group of "women" masters using spells alive.

Although no one has praised this kind of dangerous close combat in recent years, it does not prevent these people from liking to watch this kind of competition between fist and sword.

Ruan Jianxin looked at the opponent in front of her, but her mind was not on the opponent. Her eyes seemed to be looking at the opponent, but the focus was really loose, and she didn't even know what she was looking at.

In her mind, she kept recalling what Mo Mingxin said.

"Focus on the sword, express your feelings with the sword..."

Ruan Jianxin never thought of comprehending the way of the sword in this way. Her past understanding has always been that the body is the sword, and the same body as the sword. This is also a way respected in Qinglian Sword Dance.Only by understanding the sword, becoming a sword, and combining human and sword, can one feel the sword and the Tao in it.

But what Mo Mingxin said opened a new door for her. She felt that this might also be a way - the way of using a sword.

Clang——

The soul of the sword was unsheathed, and the silver glow flowed. Accompanied by the sound of the sword chant, the female sword cultivator experienced another feeling—the sword was no longer just an extension of her arms and body, but also an extension of her soul.

PS.emmmm, the ps function has not been repaired yet, so I won’t talk so much, I’m fishing tonight!

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A forward thrust, unremarkable, but extremely fast.

With a sound of "ding", the silver sword soul collided with the black glove, and then quickly separated.

Ruan Jianxin walked shoulder to shoulder with his opponent and shook his head.

"It's not right, it's not like this."

She turned around and thrust out the sword again.

hum-

There was a soft moaning sound from Sword Soul's sword body.

This time, the opponent seemed to be in a daze for a moment, knowing that the sword was approaching, and then reacted, and hid aside in embarrassment.

Ruan Jianxin stopped again and looked at the sword soul in his hand.

The soul of the sword regained its tranquility, and Ruan Jianxin felt that he seemed to understand something.

Just when Ruan Jianxin was motionless, the opponent who had just suffered a small loss took advantage of her inattention and approached, silently appeared behind Ruan Jianxin, raised his hand and punched him, and went straight to the empty door behind Ruan Jianxin.

Ruan Jianxin remained motionless, just when everyone thought that she was about to be successfully attacked.

But at this moment, the sword chant spread out layer by layer like ripples, and the fist-crowned disciple of the true martial arts sect felt sour in his heart, but the fist that collapsed mountains and cracked rocks stopped at the last moment, It trembled, but couldn't shake it.

Ruan Jianxin turned around, his calm eyes were full of thoughts and worries, as if he was not in this competition at all.

The sword hilt pushed forward and hit the opponent's chest. The True Martial Arts disciple immediately flew backwards for several feet, and finally landed smoothly, motionless.

Ruan Jianxin turned a blind eye and slowly returned the sword into its sheath.

With a sound of "click", the sword completely returned to the scabbard. At the same time, the disciple of the Zhenwumen in the distance had countless wounds on his clothes, and the good clothes turned into tattered cloth strips in an instant. .

"Assignment."

Ruan Jianxin raised her hand to arrest her, bowed slightly, and the person standing opposite her suddenly fell down.

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