Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Since your identity is correct, let's begin the challenge!"

Fairy Langhuan Xiao Zhiwei said calmly, "Little Sword Immortal, do you need to prepare anything else?"

"No need."

Guan Lingxiao glanced at Nan Xingyan, whose face was ashen, and thought to himself, "Just wait, old ox-nosed fellow! I won't let you fall into my hands in the future..."

He leaped onto the stage, holding the wooden sword upside down. He looked at Nan Chenshui and thought, "First, I'll collect some interest from your juniors... and then watch me sweep Niu Bizi off the stage with one sword. Wouldn't that be a huge loss of face for your Juntian Temple?"

Unexpectedly, Nan Chenshui's lips suddenly moved, and he whispered in secret: "Fellow Daoist, my ancestor was at fault first, but this matter was also caused by me. Chenshui is here to apologize to you on behalf of my ancestor. I hope fellow Daoist will forgive me..."

Guan Lingxiao's expression changed. Although Nan Chenshui had just transmitted his words through telepathy, he couldn't hide it from the True Lords present who had opened their ears. It was almost like a public apology in front of the high-level cultivators. He saw that his expression was sincere and didn't seem to be fake. He sighed in his heart:

"Little Bull Nose is much more sensible than Old Bull Nose... He has a good character, but it's a pity that he has to deal with such a bastard."

Perhaps because Nan Chenshui was so humble, Guan Lingxiao's original intention of using heavy hands was extinguished. He thought to himself, "Forget it. Why should I take my grudge against that old man out on others? I'll just play with him for a few more minutes and not let him lose so badly!"

"But my master and my great-uncle are both here. I can neither harm my master's reputation nor tarnish the reputation of the Sword Pavilion... I must think of a way to show my prowess!"

Guan Lingxiao pondered for a moment, and immediately came up with a plan. He smiled slightly, held the wooden sword, and made a sword flower in the air. Then he held the sword across his chest and made the starting posture of an ordinary sword technique, called [Pine Welcoming Guests].

Not only was Nan Chenshui, who was facing him, stunned and confused by this, but the cultivators watching from the stage were also somewhat bewildered. "This is strange! Sword cultivators usually use a sword control technique to injure their enemies, using their magic power to control the flying sword. Xiaoguan Jianxian isn't a physical cultivator, so how could he control the flying sword? Could he be resorting to mundane martial arts in close combat?"

The next moment, Guan Lingxiao moved.

His figure blurred for a moment, and he actually approached with a wooden sword in his hand!

"Does this kid think he's a physical cultivator?" Nan Xingyan was puzzled and quickly whispered, "Chen Shui, don't fall for this thief's trick. Everyone knows his [Iron Back Pine Vein Sword] isn't his natal flying sword. At best, it's just his natal scabbard. His true killer move is his rootless, formless, and intangible natal sword energy."

Nan Chenshui pursed his lips, feeling helpless: "How could I not know?"

Then he put up a small shield on each side to protect himself in the center.

Juntian Temple has always been wealthy and powerful, and the monks in the sect are best at using magic weapons to fight the enemy. Nan Chenshui, as a Jindan Taoist, naturally has many high-quality magic weapons. Now he has sacrificed them all at once, and despite the huge consumption of his spiritual power, he is determined to end the battle quickly.

But Guan Lingxiao's movements were too fast. Although he had no physical training, his body was as agile and fast as that of a Jindan physique, which made Nan Chenshui more and more frightened as the fight went on.

It was because Guan Lingxiao didn't even release his innate sword energy, but simply used the wooden sword in his hand to perform a set of ordinary sword techniques against the enemy. However, even with the light of famous weapons all over the sky, it couldn't do anything to the blind boy, leaving Nan Chenshui at a loss for a moment.

As Guan Lingxiao danced with his sword, he even smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Nan, this set of ordinary sword techniques was taught to me by my mother when I was five years old. It's not some advanced martial art, but I've been practicing it frequently in recent years to reminisce about my ancestors and for fun. I would appreciate your guidance."

Nan Chenshui felt a chill in his heart when he heard this: "Xiaoguan Sword Immortal refused to use his innate sword energy, and only used this [scabbard] to wield ordinary sword techniques to fight me. Was it to save face for Juntian Temple, or was it because I was not worthy of him using his innate sword energy at all?"

He had already lacked confidence in facing the famous swordsman Guan Lingxiao in Zhongzhou. After this blow, his mentality was on the verge of collapse. He was actually defeated by Guan Lingxiao using an ordinary wooden sword and ordinary sword skills.

"How can the great reputation of Juntian Temple, which has lasted for thousands of years, fall into the hands of Nan?"

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Nan Chenshui became ruthless. He held up an ice ball that emitted cold air in his hand. Under the influence of his magic power, the ice ball split into countless ice crystal fragments, which covered Guan Lingxiao all over.

This ice ball is none other than Nan Chenshui's natal magic weapon, the [Hanshan Feather]. Normally, it forms an ice ball. When it needs to travel, it can transform into countless ice crystal feathers and condense into a pair of ice wings to increase its escape speed. When facing the enemy, it can also disperse into countless ice feather blades to take on the responsibility of attacking. It is quite magical.

But the dense swarm of ice crystal feathers covered the sky and blocked all the space for Guan Lingxiao to move around.

But who would have thought that Guan Lingxiao still did not dodge, but rushed straight towards Nan Chenshui with the wooden sword in hand!

Ding ding ding ding——

When countless ice crystal feathers were about to touch Guan Lingxiao's body, they were suddenly bounced away by an invisible force. None of the thousands of feathers hit him, and they all returned empty-handed.

"What kind of body-protecting magical power is this? Or is it the effect of the robe?" Nan Chenshui was shocked when he saw this.

Jing Yu, who was watching the battle from the side, saw the clue: "Good boy, it turns out that he is covering his body with his invisible and formless innate sword energy, just like a [Sword Energy Robe], naturally immune to all evil and indestructible!"

"The reason Ling Xiao was so swift before was because of the terrifying sword energy surrounding him, which increased his speed several times..."

Li Suxuan beside Jing Yu was an expert in swordsmanship, and his eyes were filled with even greater shock. He knew very well that in order to cover his body with sword energy, adapting perfectly to the human body structure, as if he was wearing a robe, yet not hurting himself, he needed to have extremely subtle and delicate control over the sword energy!

"This boy's talent in swordsmanship surpasses both Chu Jingsheng and I! Perhaps among the remaining disciples of the Sword Pavilion, he has the greatest hope of achieving divine enlightenment..."

Nan Chenshui's life-saving magic weapon, which he regarded as his trump card, had no effect at all. He had lost his spirit and knew that the game was over. He wanted to admit defeat, but suddenly a strong wind blew around him, and the strong wind pressure made it difficult for him to speak for a while.

It was a wooden sword that swept over, and the wind pressure was the effect of the sword blade cutting through the space. Nan Chenshui only felt that his face was stimulated by the wind blade, and it was actually a burning pain. The next moment, the wooden sword was already placed on the side of his neck.

Nan Chenshui's eyes were dazed, and his wandering pupils met the black cloth covering Guan Lingxiao's eyes. The black cloth was so black that he could not see Guan Lingxiao's current eyes through this layer of cover.

The blind young man opposite raised his chin slightly and said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "This is the common sword technique [Shangqing Fast Sword]. Please correct me, Fellow Daoist Nan."

The Fairy Langhuan who was presiding over the arena competition also showed a look of astonishment. Seeing that the result was decided, she announced:

"Jian Ge Guan Lingxiao wins!"