The words of Mr. Yumian made Yang Zhixuan so ashamed and angry, her pretty face flushed.
She is just an innocent girl who has received such nasty words.
So, she shot without hesitation.
Although Yang Zhixuan was a third-level martial artist of the Spiritual Martial Realm, it was only the first time she went out on a mission.
He is extremely talented and has a strong background. He has been practicing steadily in Tianyuanzong before.
Recently, his cultivation stagnated, so he wanted to come out to hone it.
When he saw this mission among countless sect missions, he immediately became angry.
He couldn’t believe that there were such prostitutes in the world, so he took this task without hesitation and vowed to eliminate harm for the people.
Yang Zhixuan’s sword was light, agile and gorgeous, and when she stabbed out, several colorful sword shadows appeared, piercing the chest of Yumian Langjun like lightning.
Yumian Langjun turned his body slightly, shattered the shadow of the sword with his palm, and swung the long sword away.
Immediately, her right hand formed a claw, and one claw grabbed Yang Zhixuan’s delicate and fair neck.
Yang Zhixuan raised her sword to block it.
boom!
Yumian Langjun struck the long sword with one claw, and the two retreated at the same time.
“Prostitution/thief, take your life!
Yang Zhixuan let out a coquettish shout, swiped her long sword, and slashed at the opponent from the air.
“Colorful swordsmanship!”
The sharp sword light burst out a thick seven-colored sword energy, which was dreamlike and beautiful, and it slashed towards Yumian Langjun like lightning.
“break!”
In the hands of Mr. Yumian, a folding fan appeared at some point, and the folding fan was swung like a sharp sword, easily piercing the seven-colored sword energy.
“Little beauty, I can’t bear to hurt you, so hurry up and get caught!”
Yumian Langjun laughed.
“Dream! You are a prostitute/thief, everyone will punish you!”
Yang Zhixuan shouted angrily, the long sword kept shaking, and the colorful sword energy roared freely.
“Colorful Fantasy Slash!”
“Heavenly Cloud Strikes!”
Yumian Langjun is not weak at all, only relying on a folding fan, it is easy for Yang Zhixuan to fight evenly.
Bang bang bang bang bang…
The figure flickered, the sword energy howled, and the sound of crackling energy burst continuously, and violent air waves rolled around.
The two of you came and went, and they exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
It’s evenly divided!
Su Mo stood on the tower in the distance, watching all this quietly.
“It’s actually a disciple of Tianyuanzong!”
Suddenly, Su Mo realized that there was someone else, and Tian Yuanzong released the mission to kill this person.
After watching for a while, Su Mo shook his head slightly. Although this woman’s strength is not weak, she is obviously not strong enough to defeat Lord Yumian.
This woman’s cultivation is obviously stronger than that of Mr. Yumian, and the martial arts she cultivated are obviously more powerful than the other party.
However, this woman’s combat experience is quite weak, and there are constant flaws.
Moreover, this woman’s swordsmanship is too gorgeous, and has lost the essence of swordsmanship.
“Colorful glass rain!”
In the arena, Yang Zhixuan drank softly, and the delicate seven-colored sword energy poured down like spring rain, completely covering the jade-faced gentleman.