He Tian had already sacrificed his own flying sword at this time. Compared with Luoshui, who is good at fist and foot, and Xiao Yun, who uses heavy swords, He Tiancai is the most orthodox Tibetan Sword Sect.

After this retreat, He Tian's cliff test reached the eighth level. At this time, he was full of confidence in himself, although Murong Ningyue also touched the threshold of the eighth level in the ninth sword-controlled style.

But He Tian has an advantage in cultivation after all. Although Murong Ningyue's performance was outstanding before, He Tian still firmly believed that Murong Ningyue would definitely not be his opponent.

Soon He Tian took the lead in command of the flying sword to launch an attack. The flying sword passed by like lightning and came directly to Murong Ningyue, and Murong Ningyue was not willing to be outdone and sacrificed the Liuyun Sword.

"clang!"

Liuyun Sword and He Tian's flying sword collided in the air, making a crisp sound, but this crisp sound was just an opening remark.

The next sound resounded like fried beans in the ears of everyone. Murong Ningyue's Liuyun Sword and He Tian's flying sword collided with each other in the air.

As disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect who also practiced the nine styles of sword control, of course, they understand how exquisite the moves of Murong Ningyue and He Tian are. The two of them have reached an extremely profound realm in their control of flying swords.

Murong Ningyue was already in extreme excitement at this time. In the process of fighting against a rival like He Tian, ​​Murong Ningyue gained a lot of insights into cultivation.

But He Tian was not as excited as Murong Ningyue. The more he fought with Murong Ningyue, the more he felt more frightened.

He Tian was not surprised that Murong Ningyue was equal to him in the competition of moves. After all, He Tian had known that Murong Ningyue had also reached the eighth level, and they were at the same level when it came to mastering the nine sword-controlled styles.

But what He Tian couldn't understand was that Murong Ningyue was just a seventh-grade immortal, and his cultivation level was far inferior to that of him, the eighth-grade immortal. However, Murong Ningyue was not even inferior to spiritual power, which made He Tian very puzzled.

Previously, Luo Shui and Xiao Yun both had their own characteristics, so they could fight Murong Ningyue with their own specialties, but Murong Ningyue, who was best at the nine-style sword-controlling styles, was also very proficient in.

In this way, He Tian’s biggest strength was completely invisible in front of Murong Ningyue, which instead led to the whole scene being less intense than the previous two games.

Those disciples who had great expectations for this game all showed disappointment and even began to complain.

"Hey! Didn't you say that the eldest brother is very powerful? Why can't you tell at all?"

"That's it! I used to fight with Senior Sister Luo Shui and Senior Brother Xiao Yun, but now I don't have any passion at all! I'm bored to watch."

When He Tian heard the comments from the disciples below, he was immediately anxious. He usually cared about what these disciples think of him the most. After all, if he wanted to become the head of the Tibetan Sword Sect in the future, he would rely on the support of these disciples.

Thinking of this, He Tian's face turned cold and the sword moves in his hand began to change. Murong Ningyue felt happy when she saw this. It seemed that He Tian was going to use his unique skills.

Murong Ningyue was not afraid of He Tian’s killing move, because Murong Ningyue was sure that no matter what trump card He Tian had, he would not be able to pose a fatal threat to her.
Chapter completed!