"The sword heart is damaged?"

Ji Lanxin's face showed a hint of anger, and she stared straight at Miao Ying, questioning: "Is what he said true?"

Miao Ying's face looked a little ugly.

Xue Zi'er sneer was sneering: "You have to know whether it is true or not, just throw a sword to play with her? If the sword heart is damaged, even the sword cannot be held firmly!"

Ji Lanxin glanced around with a calm face. Seeing a tattered sword abandoned by disciples of other sects, she nodded and signaled that Yan Nanqiu, who was standing beside her, took it over.

He threw it to Miao Ying casually and ordered: "Let's play the sword style you just understood to open their eyes."

Miao Ying hesitated and raised her head, looking a little embarrassed.

Xue Zi'er sneered and said, "It seems that there is no need to try it. You, the master, are ruthless enough. You actually let a person with a damaged sword heart understand such a profound sword technique. She didn't die inside, so she was lucky."

Ji Lanxin heard Xue Zi'er's sarcasm, and her face suddenly turned gloomy. She stared at Miao Ying, who didn't even dare to hold the sword in front of her, and ordered sternly: "When you go back this time, you will go to the kitchen to help you."

A useless person has no value to her, and she will never be kind and leave a waste by her side, which will only embarrass her.

Upon hearing this, Miao Ying walked forward unwillingly, picked up the sword on the ground, clamped it tightly with his right hand, and pressed his left hand tightly on the wrist of his right hand, "Miss, I can still hold the sword!"

Ji Lan looked at Miao Ying unexpectedly and signaled: "Since you can hold a sword, let's show that fox charming thing, how many sword styles have you understood!"

"Yes!" Miao Ying gritted her teeth and responded.

Wei Yuan couldn't bear to try to dissuade him, but Miao Ying stopped him with a look. Others couldn't see it. He was so clear that Miao Ying was completely holding on. If it weren't for the huge force in his left hand, he would have been trembling long ago if he hadn't been able to hold the sword with his right hand.

If he had known Miao Ying would be so stubborn, Wei Yuan would not have said his symptoms bluntly. He originally wanted to take care of Miao Yingyi and let her rest, but he did not expect that the mistake would hurt her instead.

At this moment, Miao Ying had several spiritual energy running wildly in her body. The spiritual energy that was leading the sword dance was rushing towards the hand holding the sword. Several spiritual energy that could instinctively resist and fear were struggling to block the spiritual energy, so that each spiritual energy seemed to be in civil war among its meridians.

In this state, if you have to force your sword dance, it is hard to imagine how much burden it will be on the meridians!

If you don’t do it well, you may even get into a devil and have a life worry!

Ji Lanxin was not familiar with swordsmanship, nor did she know Miao Ying's current state. She only wanted to earn a face and show her strength. Seeing Miao Ying was stunned, she frowned and urged: "What's going on? I couldn't understand a single move?"

Miao Ying smiled bitterly, "Aunt Miao remembered seven or eight tricks, and this is a demonstration for the lady."

"Seven or eight moves?" Ji Lanxin was happy and stopped him, "Don't use them all, so as not to be seen by someone. Just use three or four moves."

When Wei Yuan heard Miao Ying forcibly wrote down so many moves, he immediately understood the reason why the latter had been injured and bleeding when he understood it before. It was entirely because the sword heart was damaged and he forced to understand the powerful sword technique.

At this moment, the worry in my heart couldn't help but become even worse. I knew that Miao Ying had already forcibly understood the sword's will once, and knew that the latter must not be allowed to...

But it was half a beat late. Before he could speak, the sword in Miao Ying's hand was already silly sounded, and a series of ethereal and gorgeous sword moves appeared on the sword edge.

Although Miao Ying is not weak, his attainment in swordsmanship is average, and he has only reached the level of understanding the sword intent half a step. If he continues to practice peacefully, one day, he may be able to understand the sword intent that fits his own swordsmanship. However, this time, he forced the sword intent that is far beyond his realm in the sword monument, which has undoubtedly ruined his swordsmanship future and left a shadow on it.

At present, although there is a gorgeous and elegant sword move, and the stern look is a bit like a dragon roaring and thirteen swords, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Miao Ying is now like a twilight year, looking back.

Ji Lan was confused. When she saw this scene, she looked happy and showed off to Chu Youwei with pride: "See, any guard in my Ji family is thousands of times better than the man you chose."

Looking at Chu Youwei's slightly gloomy and embarrassed expression, and even unable to stop her mouth, Ji Lanxin smiled even more proudly.

Scream ~

The sound of brocade cracking suddenly sounded.

The pride on Ji Lan's face suddenly subsided. When she looked back, she saw Miao Ying, who was practicing swordsmanship in the open space not far away, and her long sword fell off from her hand. The clothes on her right arm were swept through the sword force and cracked the holes. The meridians on her arm exploded layer by layer, and the spiritual energy rushed out from the inside and spread a small piece of blood mist.

Miao Ying was finally overwhelmed, and her entire right arm completely lost its strength. Not to mention holding the sword, even holding the chopsticks, she could not raise any strength.

However, Ji Lanxin's first reaction was not to worry and feel sorry, but to be angry, angry with her waste, and angered her to lose face.

Even when Miao Ying fell weakly and held her right arm in pain, Ji Lan didn't see much pity in her eyes. She just glanced coldly and disgusted, and even felt a little bored. She had just finished praising her and opened up such a stall, which really made her feel disgraceful.

Xue Zi'er restrained her jokes and said with a little moved: "It's a good guard, but she's the wrong master."

Chu Youwei saw Ji Lanxin’s failure to show off her power, but she didn’t feel much joy or pride in her heart. Instead, she felt a little worthless and sympathy for Miao Ying, and shook her head in a sigh.

Although she had not spoken, in Ji Lanxin's eyes, this sighing gesture was like Xue Zi'er's sarcasm, which made her very upset. She immediately angrily scolded: "It's not your turn to point fingers in my Ji family!"

As Ji Lanxin spoke, perhaps she could sense a lot of gazes looking at her. She took into consideration her face and then ordered Wei Yuan, "Band on her, and after she goes out, she will ask her to go to the back room to recuperate."

To others, these words are somewhat conscientious and kind.

But others don’t know that this Ji family’s back room is a place for traits!

Ji Lanxin's words immediately made the last blood on Miao Ying's face turn pale.

This is, I don't want her anymore!

Ji Lanxin didn't care at all. Without the character Miao Ying, when she returned to the Ji family, the old man would definitely add a more powerful guard to her.

Chu Youwei looked at Miao Ying's encounter and subconsciously looked at Lu Feng, who was obsessed with the sword technique under the statue. A little worried appeared in her heart. Miao Ying's strength was still in such a situation when she understood the sword technique. If Lu Feng really had something to do about this...

Chu Youwei couldn't help but feel a little regretful. She shouldn't have been anxious for a moment, so she forced the latter to come in and understand. She couldn't help but pray secretly.

Ji Lan calmed down and looked at Wei Yuan, "Aunt Miao can remember seven or eight sword moves, where are you?"

Seeing Ji Lan's heart was so cold, with only gains and losses in her eyes, Wei Yuan couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied and reprimanded excitedly: "Your Aunt Miao is the seven or eight moves you have made to write down with your life, and it is not a thorough understanding!"

Ji Lanxin's face turned stern, and glanced at the statue. Seeing that eight sword blades had condensed at this moment, she said, "It's not difficult to understand the eight sword styles, is it so exciting? You see, no one understands it? You are so powerful, even if you don't understand it, you should remember the eight or nine moves, right?"

Wei Yuan was speechless, "What is the use of remembering light? I don't know the luck method and the direction of the sword. What can I practice with just remembering one move?"

Between the two arguing.

Chu Youwei's pupils suddenly widened a little, staring straight at the statue in the distance.

In a trance, she seemed to see the sword blade condensed on it changing rapidly. From one hand, she instantly condensed eight handles, and pushed open the eight handles that someone had understood before, without interruption. She transformed and condensed thirteen handles in one go.

All the sword blades gathered in an instant. When the thirteen sword blades appeared, the entire stone chamber suddenly trembled. When they looked over, there were only the original eight shanks left on the statue.

This made Chu Youwei think that she had read it wrong.

It was not until Xue Zi'er on one side also made a surprise sound that she was convinced that the previous scene was not an illusion.

Click ~

As the thirteen sword blades dissipated, a crack appeared in the statue, which cracked from the top of the head to the waist and abdomen.

Lu Feng's face was a little irritable, and because Chu Youwei felt the statue again, he wanted to pretend to be able to gesture a few moves to deal with it, but he didn't expect that when the moment he began to deduce in his mind, he was influenced by the shadow and was pulled away from a soul consciousness and turned into a small man the size of a palm.

Lu Feng knew this scene, and it should be that Heiying wanted him to learn from Yi Hulu.

But Lu Feng had a grudge against this sword technique in his heart, and instinctively felt a little resistance. Perhaps this resistance made the black shadow angry and attacked the soul-conscious villain he condensed.

Although it is just a soul consciousness, if it is cut apart, it will also consume a lot of money on the soul.

Lu Feng walked along the way, because of the formation and formation, the soul power had already been consumed a lot. How could he tolerate such unreasonable waste at the moment? He attacked the black shadow with the villain condensed by the soul consciousness.

The same was used by the Thirteen Dragon Roar Swords, but because the speed of condensing the sword light was far beyond that of the black shadow, the latter was suppressed and retreated step by step, and there was no power to fight back at all.

Before I knew it, I easily played this sword technique.

Even though he broke up most of the black shadows, Lu Feng was not proud of it, but instead felt that this kind of swordsmanship was useless.

He asked himself that the sword light he swung was already fast enough, but it was still far from enough to put it in this set of sword techniques. Unless it was increased ten times nine times, it could barely make up for the mistake and be used to fight in the same realm.
Chapter completed!