Two of them were arguing at that time, and Tian Xiu's disciples had already presented incense and fruit plates. Several high-ranking officials of Tian Xiu and Bian Nanfeng were sitting on a high platform ten zhang away from the Moon Pavilion Platform, which was just right to overlook the entire Moon Pavilion Platform.

  "Little sister, you're really good at joking." Ling'er smiled mischievously as she looked at Yang Yuer, "Your strength is too weak, how can you argue with your sister? I'd be embarrassed to even draw my sword against you!"

  Ling'er had a sword on her back, three feet long and one finger wide, which was the standard sword of the Giant Sword Sect. Compared to ordinary long swords, this was indeed a giant sword. In conjunction with the Giant Sword Sect's Overbearing Swordsmanship, its power was quite good. Moreover, Ling'er herself possessed top-grade Yellow Stage strength, making her the strongest among the five Giant Sword Sect disciples. Yang Yuer and she were not on the same level, differing by several grades, and indeed were not opponents.

  As the core disciple of the inner sect, Yang Yuer naturally had to set an example, even if she knew she couldn't defeat her opponent in front of her. She still had to go all out and fight well in this first battle, at least to consume her opponent's energy and aura, so that her fellow sisters behind her could win.

  "Less nonsense, let's see your sword!" Yang Yuer knew that in a war of words, she couldn't outdo Ling'er, so she wisely stopped arguing and drew her sword, displaying her elegant Water Sword technique.

  Yang Yuer's swordsmanship unfolded at the same time, and her Gangxin power was mobilized. Her Gangxin was wind, an invisible and colorless gentle breeze that could make her body even more agile, making her swordsmanship even more elegant. A long sword drew out a dozen or so sword flowers, rushing towards Ling'er's body.

  Ling'er had a giant sword on her back, but it didn't affect her speed at all. Facing Yang Yuer's attack, she slowly twisted her slender body and floated backwards, keeping the long sword three inches away from her. A mocking smile hung on the corner of her mouth as she strolled leisurely, her playful expression seeming to mock Yang Yuer's incompetence.

  Yang Yuerong coldly laughed and swung her sword again, shouting: "Feng Yue!"

  The tip of the long sword suddenly burst out a finger-long sword halo, as if the long sword had suddenly grown. The color of the sword halo was very faint, and if you didn't look carefully, it would be hard to notice.

  With the power of her aura, Yang Yuer can extend her aura to the long sword, forming a rich and deadly wind sword aura.

  Ling'er was still young and reckless, with no real combat experience. Even when she sparred with her fellow disciples in the sect, no one would use such a vicious move. Earlier, seeing that her opponent's strength far exceeded hers, she had become somewhat complacent. Now, caught off guard, she was grazed by the sword aura that exploded out, and her chest clothes ripped open with a loud tearing sound, revealing a bright red undershirt underneath. If not for her quick reaction, hastily retreating a step back, Yang Yuer would have been able to wound her.

  "Good!" The Tiān Xiù brothers and sisters below shouted in unison: "Yang Shī Jiě fought well!"

  Ling'er's pretty face turned deathly pale, she had never thought that as a Huang stage upper rank cultivator, she would suffer such a loss when facing off against an eighth rank Lianyun opponent.

  And the clothes on her chest were also torn, fortunately there was no other man here except for the young master, otherwise she would have been embarrassed to death.

  Ling'er didn't expect that, apart from Bian Nanfeng, there was another man watching the battle, and that was Tang Feng! Just now, Tang Feng had been following them all the way here, witnessing the entire process from start to finish. When Yang Yuer's Wind Sword Slash cut through Ling'er's clothes, revealing a flash of bright red underwear, Tang Feng couldn't help but sniff the air.

  In his past life and this life, he had never seen a girl's personal belongings before.

  "Wearing such a gaudy bellyband, you're definitely not a good woman!" Yang Yuer, who had just succeeded with one move on the high platform, sneered coldly. Although her words were sarcastic, she didn't underestimate her opponent, because she knew that her success was only due to the other party's overconfidence, and in terms of true strength, there was still a significant gap between them.

  "Fēng Líng!" Yang Yuer shouted again, the wind sword aura on the tip of her sword suddenly transformed into a crescent shape, which she used to gently lift with her long sword. The crescent-shaped wind sword aura shot out, piercing through the air with a whooshing sound, and in an instant, it arrived in front of Ling'er. Yang Yuer took advantage of the momentum and didn't show any mercy, as she herself closely followed the wind sword aura, shaking open her sword flowers, and together with the sword aura, they attacked Ling'er from two sides.

  Ling'er, facing such a sudden change, also had to become serious and began to pace back and forth on the high platform. However, Yang Yuer was like a gadfly biting her heels, staring at her fiercely and striking hard. The Xiu Shui sword technique was brought out to its extreme, with one long sword dancing so densely that it didn't let any wind through, coordinating with the sword aura to chase Ling'er into fleeing up and down.

  Ling'er had the intention to draw out the giant sword behind her back to meet the enemy, but Yang Yuer didn't give her a chance. The crescent moon sword aura was like it had come to life, swirling above Ling'er's giant sword. As soon as Ling'er showed any sign of taking action with her sword, the sword aura would immediately chop over, forcing her to withdraw her hand.

  The voices of the disciples under the high platform were one wave higher than the other, and Bai Suzhi also had a smile on his face, apparently not expecting Yang Yuer to perform so well.

  On the contrary, Bian Nanfeng held a cup of tea in one hand and smiled calmly, as if he didn't put the crisis of his disciples at all.

  Although Tang Feng had a lot of past conflicts with Yang Yuer, that was all in the past. Tang Feng's heart wasn't narrow-minded enough to hold grudges. Now that Yang Yuer was helping Tian Xiu, although he wasn't Tian Xiu's disciple, he was currently living here and had some feelings for Tian Xiu, so naturally he hoped Yang Yuer would win.

  But Tang Feng knew that Yang Yuer was bound to lose, now Yang Yuer relied on her own agility and had the help of Jian Guang, she could chase Ling'er and fight, once Ling'er took out her weapon, Yang Yuer would have no power to fight back, the gap between their realms was too big.

  One is a Lianhua Eighth Rank peak, one is a Huangjie Upper Rank, with four to five ranks in between, how can they win?

  The fact is as Tang Feng thought, Ling'er was initially underestimating the enemy and was being suppressed by Yang Yuer, but after a while, Yang Yuer became somewhat short of breath. With prolonged mobilization of the heart's energy, the loss of one's own aura would also double. The crescent moon sword aura was gradually getting smaller and was now almost imperceptible, almost about to disperse.

  Looking back at Ling'er, she was still the same as when they first started. In the battle just now, she only used her agility to dodge attacks and didn't exert any strength at all.

  Ling'er stretched out her hand and drew her own sword again. This time, the sword aura could no longer intercept it. The sword aura was like a candle flame in the strong wind, trembling slightly before completely disappearing. Ling'er grasped her giant sword with one hand, and her body, which had been running forward, suddenly stopped. She turned around and slashed at Yang Yuer with her sword.

  Yang Yuer was greatly shocked and hastily held her sword horizontally to block it.

  "With a loud clang", Yang Yuer's sword was directly knocked out of her hand by Ling'er. The giant sword of the Giant Sword Sect was enormous, with an overwhelming advantage in both weight and size, and Yang Yuer's aura was almost completely depleted, how could she withstand Ling'er's angry strike?

  After Yang Yuer's sword flew off, Ling'er kicked Yang Yuer in the chest with one foot. Yang Yuer let out a painful cry and fell to the ground.

  Ling'er stepped forward, her foot on Yang Yuer's neck, pointing at her with a huge sword and cursing viciously: "Stinky woman, if it weren't for the sparring match today, I would have killed you with one sword!"