"Zhao Yan, with your strength, you still have the nerve to teach others a lesson?"

Qin Tian, ​​the leader of the Sword Sect disciples, said coldly with a look of displeasure in his eyes.

Zhao Yan's face turned green and red, looking extremely embarrassed. With these ten moves, he could be said to have the upper hand, but he was still far from being able to defeat the opponent, and it was a bit embarrassing.

A look of cruelty suddenly flashed in his eyes, he kicked his feet on the ground, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Jiang Lichen's pupils shrank sharply, ten moves had passed, is this guy still coming?

This really put him a bit out of reach. If he took this move forcefully, he would probably suffer a big loss.

If you have to fight, you have to draw your sword, but once you draw your sword, things will get serious.

But when he was hesitant, a figure came across the sky and blocked him in front of him like lightning. Immediately, the man waved his long sleeves lightly, and with a light palm, he met Zhao Yan's sudden attack.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and Zhao Yan was thrown out. After landing, he took several steps back without being able to stand firm.

Putting a hand on his shoulder, all the energy in him was gone.

The person who was resting on his shoulders was Qin Tian, ​​the most prestigious disciple of the Sword Sect among them. Qin Tian glanced at the person and said in surprise, "Are you a disciple of the Fuyun Sword Sect?"

"Floating Cloud Sword Sect, Lin Yun."

The visitor showed a smile on his lips and responded softly.

Lin Yun!

The faces of the Jian Zong and several others changed instantly, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes.
Chapter completed!