While teaching Lin Xi previously, Nangong Weiyang already clearly told Lin Xi that any powerful flying sword method in this world was like dancing on ice, one couldn’t go too far.

However, at this time, even before Lin Xi reacted, her flying sword rushed into the sky, already completely using up all of her strength and all of her power because she also sensed the wave of tyrannical and decisive aura descending from above, able to feel that this utterly ferocious aura… She understood that all of Wenren Cangyue’s might was entrusted into this strike alone.

In the eyes of all bystanders in the tent, including Lin Xi, they all thought that this tent was ripped apart by Wenren Cangyue’s thunderous strike, but in reality, this tent had already ruptured a long time ago, it was shattered by Nangong Weiyang’s sword.

The moment this sword blasted apart her sleeves, the inside of this tent felt as if winter descended. A biting cold frost swept through every inch of this tent with chi chi noises.

Nangong Weiyang wanted to face the world threatening Wenren Cangyue a long time ago.

It was because she didn’t...