Volume 1 Chapter 3 (1/2)
Book 1: Winds Begin to Blow in Tai Yuan
Chapter 3 - Draords Opposing
On one side of the ed and watching the center stage It looked like one match had finished already, and that ood, since his face color was slightly pale and ashen while he was sitting still and regulating his breathing On the stage battling was a black-clothed in sect
The black-clothed man's sword arts were extreht and at other ti in the air The waves of sword qi flew out in thousands of ever-changing forhtly dizzy from the myriad of variations
Meng Fuyao heard one of herSword, one of the top ten swordsmen of Tai Yuan, and the most mysterious and eccentric of theet him to help?”
”I wondered why the annual Tai Yuan top ten sword sect competition suddenlyWhite found a helper! Looks like they just want to train sect”
”One person challenging our whole sect, he's a little too overbearing”
”So what? He has the ability, can't you see senior brother right now is overstraining hiht to a draw?”
”Aiseeet trampled on ”
Meng Fuyao indifferently continued to go forward, but just after walking a few steps, she promptly heard a loud shriek ”Ahh”
Froales in front of her flew a dark shadow, heavily sed to the side, and the large hu a line of blood pearls across the horizon, hit the ground hard right before her eyes
Fresh blood splattered onto the weapons rack beside the stage, and soon after, thick droplets of blood dripped down onto the white stone floor The scarlet blood and pale rocks for scene
Not a sound could be heard in the arena The astonished gazes of the Profound Origin disciples on site fell upon their senior disciple whosetheony, cradling his right wrist
It took several seconds before people thought to rush forwards and prop him up, upon which they immediately let out a shocked exclamation
Senior ht hand dripped fresh blood, and the tendons in his right arm were sliced
What a ruthless sword art!
The Profound Origin sect was cohter of the other sects in the arena even
Only the black-clothed e and coldly wiping the bloodstains off the length of his sword
The piece of cloth he used to wipe his weapon looked very familiar - it was actually senior in disciples all revealed indignant expressions, but Meng Fuyao only twitched the tip of her eyebrow
What a fast sword! In only a brief instant, not only did it cripple the opponent's tendon, it also neatly cut off a section of his robe sleeve
This was not eventhat his opponent was already an extremely fast, first-class expert!
White Mountain's chief was still continuing to laugh, in contrast to the deep sighs coin sect crowd It looked like today the Profound Origin sword sect was going to lose quite a bit of face
The current societal trend was for every states' influential powers to engage in never-ceasing conflicts, using the amount of victories to establish their statuses Now that Profound Origin sect, one of the top three sword sects in Tai Yuan, couldn't gain victory in a one-versus-many consecutive battle in such an important sword sect conference, the spread of the neould certainly send their status tu
The athered upon the wounded disciple in front of Meng Fuyao Fuyao couldn't easily escape - when she tested e immediately shi+fted his cold eyes onto her His expression was still rigid and un a face , sharp like steel nails, drilling into the depths of Fuyao's eyes
That gaze was murky and bottomless, like thousand ren1 deep whirlpools, distant without end In the li
Under Meng Fuyao's hesitant vision, that tiny spark of fire was constantly drifting, whirling, and ascending; then suddenly, it exploded in her field of view
A colossal ringing noise struck her mind, and the burst of incandescent flaht with a scintillating fire flower
Fuyao beca with the bronze pillar behind her The coldness on her back awakened her, and she raised her head to look in the hast
That was the unique befuddlement skill ”Hidden Eye!”
What was this person's background?
The depths of his eyes were filled with hatred - he definitely wasn't here just to compare martial skills!
Meng Fuyao turned around, having thoughts of retreat, but behind her suddenly ca voice of White Mountain's sect master
”Doesn't your Profound Origin sect still have that Yan Jingchen!”
Lin Xuanyuan started, then answered ”Jingchen left for the capital last night”