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The amount of snow falling in the sky was increasing, and the falling speed was getting faster and faster. Zhou An had no time to attack, and could only be forced to defend, feeling tremendous pressure.

I saw more and more sword shadows around him, hundreds or thousands of them. Each sword shadow was constantly trembling with a small amplitude, echoing the changing frequency of the sword's intention, forming a wonderful resonance.

As he continued to fight with these sword cultivators, Zhou An gradually became more confident and less anxious when fighting.

Sometimes the process is not that important, what is important is to have a means to end the battle.

Zhou An did not launch an attack during this process, nor did he let any falling snow cross his sword edge.

The sword shadow reached thousands, and the sword intent also reached its peak.

Countless sword shadows turned into real sword blades and shot toward Gu Si in front of him, breaking through the void with high sword intent.

He stretched out his left hand and snapped his fingers. The wind stopped, and thousands of sword blades penetrated Gu Si's sword domain, penetrated the curtain behind him, and flew into the sky, far beyond the reach of his eyes.

Gu Si stood there, his clothes were damaged in hundreds of places, and he didn't make any move. He just had a wry smile on his face: "You win."

Zhou An's method was beyond his expectation. His fighting method was different from the previous competition with You Wen. He didn't know whether he was hiding his clumsiness before or whether he had made such a huge improvement in such a short period of time.

No, he should be hiding his clumsiness.

He felt that no one could make such a big improvement in such a short period of time, unless he was the reincarnation of an immortal in the sky, otherwise it would not be justified.

The audience was completely silent, not a single sound was heard. The dean they admired lost, actually lost to this young man who looked about the same age as them.

Azure Wind's expression was even more numb, and he couldn't say a word. Such a gap left him far behind, and he had no idea of ​​wanting to compete with him, or to catch up.

Zhou An relaxedly and freely moved the long sword in his hand in the air, put it away, and said dissatisfied: "Dean Gu, you didn't use all your strength."

Gu Si smiled: "I'm a lot older, and you still want me to fight with you. Does that make sense? Besides, my sword is blunt, so I'm definitely no match for you. If I lose, I lose."

His face looked calm, but his heart was full of shock. He was amazed that Zhou An's swordsmanship had reached such an extent. More importantly, the swordsmanship that Zhou An had understood was extremely extraordinary and mysterious.

He has never seen such a strange sword intent, as if it has life itself, spreading around, causing everything to decay, whether it exists or does not exist.

A look of helplessness appeared on Zhou An's face, and he realized that each of these swordsmen seemed to be failing. Is it because they were old or because time had blunted their swords?

In fact, he originally wanted to use this battle to seek an opportunity to advance to the fifth level, but it was a pity that this old cunning guy stopped fighting halfway through.

"It's boring, it's boring!" he said and strode out of the academy, his sword intent condensed into a solid blade that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The clouds and fog in the sky dispersed.

Seeing Zhou An leave, Gu Sicai breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his left hand. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue beating, but that he sensed that his life was in danger and vaguely felt that if he continued to beat him, Zhou An would kill him.

Beheaded.

"This guy is so arrogant, I don't think he can get far." A master couldn't stand Zhou An's behavior and said coldly.

Gu Si glanced at him and said, "I was at fault in this matter, so I should compete with him in swordsmanship."

The master was stunned, not understanding what Gu Si meant, "What does the dean mean?"

Gu Si said calmly: "I was afraid of death, so I didn't fight him anymore."

He once thought that he was no longer afraid of death, but when it came time to die, he chose to escape.

…

Zhou An was walking on the street, chewing pancakes in his mouth. He felt a little hungry, so he bought two more pancakes. The ones he bought at another place had different tastes, but they were all delicious.

"Not going?"

He thought about the message Gu Si secretly sent him, advising him not to go to the Imperial City or the Immortal Competition.

There must be some internal reason for this, but Gu Si didn't want to say it clearly, but it also gave him more ideas.

Walking to a crowded place, Zhou An saw a lot of people sitting there with paralyzed faces. He felt they were not full yet, so he walked over and shouted: "Here comes a bowl of beef noodles."

The waiter in front saw Zhou An and said with a smile: "My guest, there are a lot of people at this time, and there are no extra seats. If you don't mind, you can share a table with others."

"No problem." Zhou An didn't mind either. He walked to an empty seat and asked the person opposite, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was a girl wearing a light yellow short shirt, and she actually had a sword on her back. She said without raising her head: "Sit down, there aren't that many generals."

Zhou An was not surprised when he felt that the other party was an immortal cultivator. There were not many immortal cultivators in Wu'an City, but there were quite a few. At least he would encounter one or two from time to time when walking on the street.

It was only after he sat down that he saw the other person's appearance. His big, watery eyes seemed to have a bright moon shining in their pupils. They were unusually clear. His face was rosy. When he felt Zhou An's gaze, he smiled and raised the corners of his eyes.

With a hint of indifference.

"You are also a sword cultivator." She felt the sword intent in Zhou An that had not yet calmed down. There were really not many sword cultivators, so she felt that more communication was needed.

Zhou An nodded: "That's right."

"Yes, it means, no, it means no." The woman frowned slightly and said with some dissatisfaction.

Zhou An could only say: "Yes, I see you are carrying a package. Have you just arrived in Wu'an City?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "I heard that Wu'an City is very lively recently, so I came here."

Zhou An was stunned, thinking that this person could not come to see him, and said: "I don't know, why did the girl come to Wu'an City?"

The woman looked at Zhou An and said with a smile: "Is it rude for you to ask a girl when you come up?"

Zhou An responded and felt that something was indeed wrong and said: "I'm sorry."

The woman waved her hand deftly, and then said generously: "Let's make friends. My name is Yue Li, what's yours?"

Zhou An hesitated for a moment and did not answer immediately. He wanted to find out first. If the other party really came to challenge him, then he would not admit it.

He doesn't have that much time now. The strength of these swordsmen is generally not very good, maybe not as good as Sword Nineteen, and he plans to retreat for a few more days to consolidate the swordsmanship he has learned. Before going to the imperial city, he can win the first place in Wu'an City.

The title of swordsman.

"I heard that there is a sword cultivator named Zhou An who is very popular recently. You are not here to see him, are you?" Zhou An said, changing the subject.

Yue Li looked at Zhou An and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be able to guess it. Yes, I just came to dampen his spirit. I heard that no one takes this kid seriously."

"..." Several black lines were drawn on Zhou An's forehead. Unexpectedly, it was almost as he thought. The other party actually came to see him, and he quickly changed his words:

"My name is Zhou Fugui."

"Well, I heard that Zhou An had already defeated Gu Si from Anshan Academy, and was ranked second on the sword list."

Yue Li became interested as soon as he heard this: "Oh, there's another thing. If he can beat Mr. Gu, he's still pretty good."

When Zhou An heard this, he felt that this girl's tone was quite serious.

At this time, the waiter brought the noodles and happened to hear it. He was surprised and said: "There is such a thing, how come I haven't heard of it?"

Zhou An said with certainty: "You can go outside and ask around to find out what happened just this morning."

Then, he looked at Yue Li and asked, "Are you still ready to challenge him?"

There was a hint of indifference in Yue Li's smile: "Why not."

Zhou An's eyelids twitched, feeling that this girl didn't know how high the sky was and didn't take it seriously. She couldn't pass the level of Sword Nineteen anyway.

After this period of time, Jian Jiujiu's strength has improved rapidly. It seems that just as he said, Zhou An does not need to teach anything, as long as he follows, he can understand the way of swordsmanship.

This may also be due to the fact that those who are close to vermilion are red.

Zhou An felt a little restless after deceiving someone. He felt inexplicable pressure in front of this woman. He finished the bowl of noodles in two mouthfuls, got up and left, more like a mouse running away in despair.

Yue Li watched Zhou An leave and disappear into the crowd, and smiled: "It's interesting."

"Zhou Fugui? This name is quite unsound. It doesn't sound suitable for practicing swordsmanship."

She looked at the sky with empty eyes, drew out her long sword, flew a copper coin, and pressed it on the table. Invisible green threads stretched out from the copper coin into the void.

"Forget it, don't worry yet, Wu'an City is quite interesting."