Chapter 217

The sword arts displayed by this woman completely shocked Yanqing.

Who on earth was she, and she could even talk about the General.

Just as he was thinking this, Yanqing, who had breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly noticed something and turned his head with a drastically changed expression.

He saw Jingliu's figure appear beside Lin Mo in an instant like a phantom, her sword appearing and disappearing, carrying a determined and cold sharpness.

Lin Mo, who was watching with emotion, had his pupils shrink sharply, his expression turning from emotion to solemnity, and even some disbelief.

Without any warning, Jingliu's sword seemed to contain the power of a storm, slashing down violently and ruthlessly.

Wherever the sword edge passed, the air seemed to be split in two, emitting a piercing tearing sound.

"Damn!!!"

The sudden situation made Lin Mo's expression change drastically.

Why was this woman attacking him for no reason?

Lin Mo knew that the power of this sword was far from ordinary; he couldn't avoid it at all, he could only resist it head-on.

With a crisp "Zheng!" sound, the sword in Lin Mo's hand flashed with dazzling brilliance at this moment, the Path of the Hunt was mobilized by Lin Mo, and the vast aura poured into the sword, instantly meeting the attack.

"Boom!"

Sword light and sword shadow intersected.

In an instant, Lin Mo's sword met this terrifying blow.

Heaven and earth seemed to tremble, light and shadow were intricate, forming a picture of life and death.

The sword light was like a waterfall, the energy fluctuations tore through the sky, and for a time, sword shadows and sword light entangled, erupting with dazzling light, making people dizzy.

The aftermath of the impact surrounded the surroundings, and the space between Lin Mo and Jingliu seemed to become a vacuum, the continuous roaring sound making everything around them appear insignificant.

Dust and gravel flew in this power, like an apocalyptic scene.

"Not bad, continue."

The next second, Jingliu's calm voice echoed in the wind, accompanied by the sword tip trembling gently.

Her sword swung out again, without half a murderous aura, but with precision and rhythm that Lin Mo had to take seriously.

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly discovered that Jingliu's power had decreased.

He could almost clearly feel every bit of force on the other party's sword edge, Jingliu's precise and delicate sword arts.

Lin Mo subconsciously immediately used the sword arts he had copied from Jingliu earlier.

The sword in his hand danced out streaks of sharp sword light; those were the techniques he had copied from Jingliu.

The movements were gorgeous and practical, every sword strike solid and precise.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The sword tips clashed, sparking brilliant sparks, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

On the stage where sword light intertwined, Lin Mo and Jingliu's figures rose and fell, like two dragons playing in the water, fierce and beautiful.

"Not bad."

Jingliu, who was swinging her sword, revealed a hint of emotion in her eyes; she didn't expect Lin Mo to be able to comprehend and apply her sword techniques so quickly, and for a time, Jingliu became even more interested.

And Lin Mo looked at the panel that appeared, his eyelids twitching violently.

【Your sword arts have aroused the interest of others, gaining 250 Influence points.】

Sure enough, Jingliu attacked him because of the sword arts he had displayed earlier.

Copying Jingliu's sword arts!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

At this time, in the collision of sword edge and sword edge, neither of them used true energy or other powers at this time; the pure sword technique skills made this sparring more pure and charming.

Every attack of Lin Mo reached Jingliu's level, while Jingliu constantly changed patterns, seemingly trying to guide Lin Mo to a deeper understanding.

But after continuing for a while, Jingliu found that she didn't need to guide him at all.

When Jingliu and Lin Mo were sparring, Yanqing beside them frowned.

Was this woman testing Lin Mo's sword arts? Guiding Lin Mo?

Thinking that this woman was completely different to him, Yanqing's eyelids twitched even more violently.

"Very good."

At this time, the sword shadows gradually eased, and the movements of the two began to become smooth, like a tacit dance, and Jingliu stepped back gracefully.

"Phew."

At this time, sweat soaked Lin Mo's clothes, making Lin Mo's breathing gradually become rapid.

Lin Mo only felt his whole body somewhat sore.

"Are you interested in being my disciple?"

The next second, Jingliu nodded slightly, seemingly hinting that Lin Mo had passed her test.

Lin Mo: "????"

Lin Mo: "!!!!"

Hearing Jingliu's words, Lin Mo gasped in his heart.

What the hell, be Jingliu's disciple?

Wouldn't his status be the same generation as Jing Yuan?