Chapter 297.1
Four Years (1)
Cultivation Academy, the martial arts arena.
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in white was holding a long blue sword and moving gracefully, almost like she was dancing, under the watchful eyes of dozens of people.
She shook her hand, and dozens of sword energies shot out like raindrops.
However, although the rain of sword energy is dense, it is orderly and clear.
The girl is like the most brilliant musician. Although the rhythm is as dense as raindrops, every single note is clear, crisp and moving, like pearls and jade falling on the plate, and rain hitting plantains.
After the first round of sword energy, the girl’s sword turned around, and the azure blue long sword transformed into thousands of bodies at that moment, and, like a peacock spreading its tail, it stabbed at dozens of different directions almost in the same time, causing everyone to scream involuntarily in exclamation.
When the sword energy was about to be exhausted, the girl’s sword force rose again, and new sword energies continued like a tide, sweeping out wave after wave.
Faintly, one can see the faint electric light jumping on it.