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Chapter 10 You little trash, my senior brother is the best in the world in swordsmanship
There were four people on the other side, two men and two women, all of whom were sword cultivators. Perhaps they felt that there were few people on Ruan Li's side and their cultivation levels were not as good as theirs. They were easy-to-handle weaklings. One of the men relied on his own cultivation level. Without saying anything, Gao Er directly threw out a stream of spiritual pressure. Baili Yue had a lot of cultivation skills, Ruan Li had a magic weapon to protect himself, but Qiu Nan had nothing. Under this pressure, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

This child cannot keep up with nutrition. I don’t know how long it will take to nurse him back with a mouthful of blood.

The people on the opposite side were already arrogantly preparing to enter Bazhen Tower.

"Hold on."

Ruan Li pursed her lips tightly, her pretty little face showed no expression at all, and her pupils were dark, which meant that she was very angry now.

Fearing that the incident would not end again, Qiu Nan quickly pulled Ruan Li's sleeves, "Junior sister, I'm fine. Let's eat somewhere else."

There are four people on the other side, three of them are in the middle stage of the Naxi realm, and one is in the middle stage of the Yunchen realm. If they really fight, they will definitely suffer.

The sect has little status and his own cultivation is not enough. Qiu Nan has long been accustomed to swallowing his anger and does not want to get into trouble.

"It's not about eating now."

Ruan Li was unmoved. She looked at Qiunan seriously, "I can't bear to see the people around me being wronged."

She was not easy to control. In her previous life, she was worried about Penglai's reputation and did not dare to do anything. But she had nothing to fear now. Cangming Sect had no reputation to be ruined.

The other party turned around, and the young man who took action smiled sinisterly, "What, you want to settle a score with me? You, a waste in the middle stage of Naxi, can't even take three of my moves."

The cultivation level is only a thousand miles away from one realm, but Ruan Li has no intention of confronting him head-on.

She took a step back and raised her middle finger provocatively, "You little trash, my senior brother is the best in the world in swordsmanship, and you can only take three moves in his hands!"

Bailiyue, who was forcefully pushed to the front: "??"

He looked horrified, "Who is the best in the world?"

Ruan Li asked back, "Senior brother, don't you have a dream to be the best in the world?"

"Yes, yes..."

But dreams are for dreaming, right?
"The future No. [-] in the world will also be the No. [-] in the world. I believe in you, senior brother. Go ahead bravely."

The young man laughed mockingly, "Okay, let's have a try."

Although Baili Yue and the young man have similar cultivation levels, they are both in the middle stage of Yunchen Realm. If they fight, they may be able to draw a tie, but the junior sister's Haikou boasts too much!

Ruan Li suddenly thrust a sword into Baili Yue's hand. It was her Zhaoshuang. The sword trembled twice in Baili Yue's hand, and she actually pulled Baili Yue forward and rushed forward.

Bailiyue: "!"

Is he holding the sword or is the sword holding him?

Zhaoshuang has a hot temper and is connected with Ruan Li. It seems that Baili Yue is making the move, but in fact, every move Zhaoshuang makes is under the guidance of Ruan Li, because the person holding the sword is As the distance traveled a hundred miles, Zhaoshuang no longer had to exert force, leaving an afterimage wherever he passed.

The first move was a fierce slash with the Zhaoshuang Sword, causing cracks to appear on the opponent's sword.

In the second move, the strong pressure from the sword tip hit the opponent's chest, forcing the young man to vomit three mouthfuls of blood.

In the third move, the sword tip gently cut off the opponent's belt.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man suddenly felt a chill in his lower body...

He dare not bow his head.

(End of this chapter)