Shocking eyes: 48

  Soon, the sword was brought over, and Huāng Lěng Yuè walked over to naturally and elegantly take it. Her black eyes glanced at Shàng Guān Jǐn Yán's proud face, and she coldly said, "I'm starting now, everyone should keep their eyes wide open, for swords don't have eyes!"

  After finishing speaking, Huáng Lěng Yuè swung her sword and started dancing.

  The wind rises, and the beautiful dress of the cold moon phoenix is lifted. The red dress is so beautiful that it sways, just like the blooming flowers on the other side of hell.

  At this time, everyone was shocked and stared with wide eyes.

  Especially the eight concubines of Lian Cheng Wei, they want to see how that waste will make a fool of himself. Without spiritual power, he dares to wield a sword, it's simply unknown what rhythm is!

  Every single weapon on the Forgotten Continent has spiritual energy, and those without spiritual power can't even lift that sword, let alone wield it. Hmph, Huang Lengyue is asking for her own demise!

  "Whoosh!" Huáng Lěng Yuè effortlessly swung her long sword, her ghostly figure flashing through the air with a bewitching dance step, blending softness and firmness. A hint of composure flashed in her cold, beautiful eyes, as if she were simply playing with the sword, without a trace of fatigue.

  Everyone was shocked and amazed, Huang Leng Yue obviously didn't have a single thread of spiritual power, how could she dance with that sword so effortlessly, this defies logic!

  At this moment, the eight concubines who were initially pleased couldn't sit still anymore. Their eyes were filled with shock, how could this be?! Huang Lengyue actually danced with her sword with ease, that was the Ling Four Segment Sword. According to common sense, even if it were the talented young girl Shangguan Jinyan dancing with it, it would probably be a bit difficult...

  Shangguan Jinyan's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, her fingertips stabbed fiercely into the palm of her hand, and fresh blood gushed out but she didn't feel any pain. How could Huang Lengyue actually break through to the fourth stage of the Spiritual Realm?! This is impossible?!

  But if she hadn't broken through to the fourth stage of Lingzhu, how could she possibly wield this treasured sword?!

  The phoenix's cold moon-like beauty wore a crimson skirt that fluttered and danced, amidst the warm glow of candlelight that soothed people's hearts. Her enchanting and unparalleled dance moves were as smooth as silk, her swordsmanship was effortless and masterful. The phoenix's every frown and smile seemed to make the young masters present almost call out in admiration.

  About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingyue was still dancing with her sword, but not a single spiritual power sword move came out. At this time, Shangguan Jinyan smiled complacently.

  "Hmph, what is this, Huāng Lěng Yuè? Just a fancy fist and leg movement. With just this little trick, she can barely control the treasure sword. And yet, she dares to bring it out to show off. Doesn't she know that Xīchuān's dance of the sword requires spiritual energy? Luckily, I initially thought Huāng Lěng Yuè had reached the fourth stage of spiritual cultivation, but it seems like she was just pretending!"

  Just as the eight concubines were wearing mocking smiles, a burst of cyan energy suddenly shot out from Huang Lengyue's sword.

  In an instant, blue spiritual energy swept across the entire arena with a fierce sword aura.

  Blue?!!

  Lian Cheng's eyes trembled slightly, and in just a few days, she had actually advanced to the sixth stage of Lingzhe? This woman was actually a once-in-a-century genius! Such a powerful talent, even he couldn't match.

  Not just Lian Cheng was shocked, everyone present couldn't help but widen their mouths in surprise, especially Shangguan Jinyan.

  Damn it, I saw Huang Lengyue a few days ago and she was only a Lingzhu third stage, how did her spiritual power rise so much in just a few days?!

  It's impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can she be a Soul Master of the sixth rank?!

  The eight noble young masters clapped their hands in unison! Indeed, she did not disappoint the four-sectioned sword of that spirit.