Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

He Mengting gathered her strength, then took a step forward and thrust the magic sword in her hand forward like a wild horse breaking free from its reins.

The sword blade cut through the air, accompanied by a piercing whistle, crossing a distance of several feet and heading straight for Zhou Zihan.

Zhou Zihan thought to himself that it turned out that the female cultivator from Sunset Sect was actually a sword cultivator from the Controlling Sword Sect.

As a pure female swordsman, she should not pay much attention to cultivating her physical body.

When fighting against the sword cultivators of the Yu Jian Sect, close combat is the best option.

Zhou Zihan flashed and instantly appeared behind He Mengting.

He raised his hand and swung it with a sharp knife sound, heading straight for He Mengting's neck.

He Mengting keenly sensed the danger, and slightly turned sideways to avoid Zhou Zihan's knife.

The spirit sword returned to her side and forced Zhou Zihan back.

He Mengting took a few steps back and her eyes became alert.

Fortunately, every time she let go of the spirit sword, she would always pay attention to the movements around her to ensure that the enemy would not take the opportunity to get close.

The most fatal weakness of the Sword Masters of the Yu Jian Sect is when someone else comes near them when they use their spiritual sword.

He Mengting felt that Zhou Zihan’s physical skills could not be used multiple times, so she planned to kill him with one strike.

Zhou Zihan took off the jewelry hanging around his neck.

The ornament gradually grew larger and longer, eventually transforming into a black stick about two meters long.

Zhou Zihan grasped the long stick and turned his wrist slightly.

With a crisp collision, Zhou Zihan knocked He Mengting's spiritual sword away.

He Mengting drew a thin straight line from top to bottom with her fingers.

The thin line flowed out from her fingertips, and the spirit sword suddenly changed direction in mid-air and took off again.

Like a long silver dragon, it roared towards Zhou Zihan.

The sharp sword energy cannot be underestimated.

Zhou Zihan held the stick tightly with both hands and turned it several times.

The stick and the spirit sword met in the air, making a crisp collision sound.

The spirit sword was knocked away again, and He Mengting adjusted her gestures slightly.

A golden sword light suddenly burst out from the spirit sword.

The sword light was so powerful that it cut through the air, leaving behind a dazzling light that headed straight for Zhou Zihan.

Zhou Zihan's expression changed, and he immediately moved the stick in his hand forward to block.

As the sword light approached, he felt the powerful pressure, and the blood in his body surged instantly, and he struggled to resist.

The sword light collided with the stick.

Zhou Zihan only felt the stick in his hand shake and almost slip out of his hand. His whole body involuntarily retreated backwards, and the ground under his feet cracked, leaving deep marks.

He retreated several feet before he could steady himself. His expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of shock.

From the very beginning of the fight, Zhou Zihan noticed that He Mengting's realm was the same as his.

Being able to use such sword moves in the late stage of Foundation Breaking Realm, he is worthy of being a disciple of the Ten Major Sects.

Zhou Zihan gripped the stick tightly again, his eyes sharp.

He Mengting put her hands together and quickly made sword gestures.

The spirit sword returned to her side, the blade flashing with a cold light.

As the sword techniques in He Mengting's hands changed, the spirit sword suddenly trembled, and a biting chill emanated from the sword.

Like the howling north wind, it spread out, making the surrounding air instantly become cold and heavy.

At this moment, fifteen purple spirit sword phantoms suddenly appeared beside He Mengting.

They were like phantoms, real and unreal, flowing with purple light, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

The sword intent was like an invisible wave, rippling in the surrounding air.

Xia Xiaomo's eyes fell on the Moon Shadow Sword.

During the sect competition, He Mengting fought with Xu Yeyu, and she could only form the phantoms of five Moon Shadow Swords at that time.

Unexpectedly, Senior Sister He only broke through a small realm, and the five phantom swords increased to fifteen phantom swords.

Since He Mengting lost to Xu Yeyu, she has practiced sword skills even more diligently.

Tang Yu and Zhang Jia were not very surprised, because when He Mengting teamed up with them in the secret realm of the great tomb, she had used the Jueying Sword.

"The Moon Shadow Sword is now complete!" Several exclamations rang out among the crowd.

There are already quite a few people watching the Sunset Sect's arena.

Some of them have not yet had their turn to fight in the ring, and some are near the rings of the Sunset Sect and the Sky Wind Sect, all looking this way.

The third realm can cultivate the Moon Shadow Sword to perfection, and even form fifteen phantom swords.

Most people knew that Zhou Zi Han was going to lose and the Tianfeng Sect was going to be eliminated.

He Mengting waved her hand, and fifteen spiritual sword phantoms attacked Zhou Zihan.

Zhou Zihan's face was solemn, and he felt the sense of crisis from the approaching phantom sword.

He immediately adjusted his posture, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and gathered all the energy in his body, concentrating it on the stick in his hand.

As the sword light approached, Zhou Zihan concentrated all his attention and swung his stick to block it.

He struck hard, and the moment the stick and the spirit sword collided, there was a deafening roar, and ripples instantly appeared in the air.

A phantom sword, with a sharp cold wind, came straight towards his face.

He hurriedly dodged to the side, but failed to dodge completely and the sword swept across his shoulder.

A sharp pain came from his shoulder, and Zhou Zihan's body involuntarily tilted backwards and lost his balance.

His face turned pale instantly and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

Other phantom swords followed, and although Zhou Zihan tried desperately to resist again, he was already powerless.

With a dull thud, Zhou Zihan fell off the ring.

"Senior Brother Zhou, are you okay?" asked a disciple of Tianfeng Sect.

"It's nothing, just a minor skin injury. Let me lie here for a while." Zhou Zihan said.

He thought he could still win this competition, and even if he lost the third game, it wouldn't be too embarrassing to return to the sect.

Zhou Zihan was too embarrassed to go back and see his master now.

At first he thought he might be able to defeat the Sunset Sect, but it turned out he was overthinking.

Why am I so unlucky to encounter the Sunset Sect on the first day?

He Mengting put the magic sword back into the scabbard at her waist.

"Admit it." He Mengting clasped her fists.

"Sunset Sect, He Mengting wins!" the referee announced.

He Mengting walked off the stage.

Zhang Jia walked up to her and said with a smile: "He Mengting, you are my idol, this is so handsome!"

"Can you use different words when praising someone? You just used the same way to praise Tang Yu." He Mengting said.

"of course can."

Zhang Jia paused for a moment and continued, "You helped us win the crucial round, otherwise Junior Sister Xia would have to go on stage to fight. The Sunset Sect cannot do without you!"

"The next disciple to break through to the Golden Core Realm will definitely be you." Zhang Jia added.

He Mengting has always been serious, and she always felt embarrassed when Zhang Jia praised her like this.

"Sister He, thank you for your hard work."

Xia Xiaomo paused for a moment and continued, "We have already won the first day of the competition. We can go to other competitions and maybe gather some information about our opponents."

Tang Yu, He Mengting and Zhang Jia nodded silently and each chose a different direction to watch the fights on other stages.

"Which arena do you want to watch the fight?" Xia Xiaomo asked.

Xu Yeyu raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, and said, "I'm going to take a look at the Hehuan Sect. Do you want to come with me?"

Xia Xiaomo nodded slightly and said, "He Huan Sect should be led by Luo Xuan. Let's go and take a look together."