Outside the carriage, there were countless voices, but inside the carriage, there was an independent small world. Yan Xinlan's clothes were windless, and the energy of the heaven and earth that could not be perceived was uneasy and flowed restlessly on the surface of her skin, turning into various chaotic and shocking breaths.

But Yan Xinlan herself didn't care. She thought seriously, raised her head, looked at Wang Jingmeng opposite her, and said calmly: "Can these three moves really be done in one go?"

"Did you really understand these three moves?" Wang Jingmeng did not answer, but looked at her and asked back.

Yan Xinlan nodded.

Wang Jingmeng laughed and said, "So I didn't see you wrong."

Then he became serious, looked at Yan Xinlan, and said, "Don't doubt it. As long as you can use it, it can be done in one go."

Yan Xinlan didn't say anything else, she really no longer doubted.

A sound of surprise sounded.

When the carriage stopped and she and Wang Jingmeng got off the carriage, Wen Guanyue walked out of the crowd and walked towards the clearing where the sword had been before. This surprised voice arose because of him.

Until this moment, the people who made surprise sounds realized that the other party of Bijian had already arrived.

"If you need some time, I can wait for you for a while to calm your breath." Wen Guanyue stood still like a rock. He looked at Yan Xinlan walking over, his lips moved slightly, and he said softly.

Yan Xinlan shook her head and said, "No."

Her expression was very light and her words were simple.

This is what she usually does.

Even in the small town outside Bashan Sword Field, she spoke to familiar people.

However, this kind of temperament is sometimes felt arrogant or conceited.

Wen Guanyue raised her eyebrows slightly, her body straightened a little, and then said indifferently: "Please."

The opponent he had previously identified was Wang Jingmeng, and he never thought of competing with Yan Xinlan. He had lived in the mountains for a long time to practice and was not used to being watched by so many people.

So he didn't want to waste any time.

Yan Xinlan responded very simply and simply.

She slowly pulled out the Jashua Sword, crossed the sword across her chest, and then said, "Please."

A crack of "swish".

The sound was like Wen Guanyue's sleeve was torn.

Just as many people subconsciously thought about why Wen Guanyue didn't set off the sword, a sword light had already flew out of his left sleeve.

It's flying, not thorns.

A thin little sword as translucent as autumn water flew out from his sleeves, like a piece of water falling from a waterfall, splashing towards Yan Xinlan.

Countless screams rang out.

For ordinary people, flying swords are something they have heard of but have never seen before. Many people even think this is something made up in the story.

In their subconscious, even if the flying sword really exists, it seems that it should exist in the hands of those sword masters who have practiced for a long time, and will not appear in the hands of such young practitioners.

This flying sword was faster than their screams.

Yan Xinlan's sword was also faster than their screams.

The moment this flying sword flew out from Wen Guanyue's sleeve, Yan Xinlan's body was shocked.

The already disordered breath outside her became even more disordered.

Her body seemed to be under control. The chaotic sacred sword in her hand that had not yet subsided, and then the sword in her hand turned into a sword shadow.

It was like the calm sea suddenly roaring.

The sword energy was roaring, and countless waves seemed to appear in the space ahead of her.

"The blue sea of ​​light comes from the sky!"

A dozen shocked voices rang out.

These sounds were also before the screams of ordinary spectators.

Of course, those who can instantly see Yan Xinlan's sword moves are not those young practitioners who have just learned swords.

But these people never expected that this sword could be used in this way.

This is a trick in the Wanghai Sword Sutra. It was originally difficult to use it, but Yan Xinlan's own true energy was already a little turbulent and messy. Without control, she was just like directly omitting the preparation time for this move. The formation of this sword intent was astonishingly fast.

Wen Guanyue never expected such a sword.

His flying sword was still moving forward, but it was like a swordfish hit by countless waves on the sea. He instantly rushed to the flying sword and brought heavy power, feeling his flying sword slow down.

At this moment, Yan Xinlan had already used the second sword.

Her sword was retracted and she was strongly crossed in front of her.

He quickly moved forward and forced to withdraw it, and stopped instantly. The movement of her sword body gave the vast majority of practitioners present a feeling that it was extremely far-fetched and unhappy.

Her body also seemed to be pulled and hit by two forces.

However, Yan Xinlan still didn't think about resisting or competing.

She just let it go and release it all.

Countless subtle hissing sounds sounded from her skin.

Many disordered true energy emerged from her countless orifices with a more disordered aura.

"Snow flying in the cold mountain?"

Seeing countless white sword energy suddenly forming outside her, more shocked voices sounded.

The old man in yellow robe was also exclaiming.

In the carriage behind him was Zheng Xiu.

"It's true."

Such a voice sounded in Yan Xinlan's heart.

When she heard the two swords that Wang Jingmeng mentioned before, she felt that it was absolutely impossible to use these two swords one after another, and even the flow of true energy seemed to conflict.

However, when the forced reversal of the true energy clashed in her body, she had just turned to the third sword in her heart, with the release of the orifice, the snow on the cold mountain formed smoothly.

Wen Guanyue's flying sword is only two feet away from her.

However, as countless snow-like sword energy fell, his flying sword fluctuated in the air and became uneasy, and it became stagnant, as if it was frozen.

At this time, her third sword had been cast.

“Duh!”

Her sword hit out like an iron rod, and it actually hit the flying sword with great accuracy.

The sword body and the flying sword were fighting each other, and there seemed to be no powerful force shaking up on the flying sword's sword's body. However, a circle of air waves that could be seen in the naked eye appeared directly on Wen Guanyue's chest.

"Knocking the mountain and shaking the stone!"

The old man in yellow robe's breathing paused completely, and a roar in his mind.

This once again overturned his perception.

There was only one voice echoing in his mind. How could this sword be used? How could it be used with sword moves like Han Shan Feixue?

One is to disperse the true energy and rush out from the orifices of the body, while the other is to gather the true energy between the wrists. How can this be connected?

In the carriage behind him, Zheng Xiu's eyes flashed violently for a moment.

She was also a little shocked.

Because in the previous plan, Yan Xinlan wanted to adopt an absolute defensive stance, but these three swords instantly turned into defense into offense.

But she was smart after all, and she understood in the next moment that these three swords were carried out according to the situation, which could make Yan Xinlan Liping the energy in her body.

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