Two decades later,
above the grasslands.
Blood Ink Jade·Round Dance!
The sword blade concealed a blood-black divine light, drawing a piece of ink in the air.
Compared to the first time, Xu Yuan's grasp of this astonishing sword technique had obviously improved several levels, but regrettably, this time Xu Yuan couldn't even touch the hem of Tianyan's clothes.
With a single "Shun" Zhen Yan, he instantly teleported over twenty meters away, and Xu Yuan's sword technique struck only the air.
The young girl stood in mid-air, looking at the fading heart-throbbing sword mark in the sky, and gently shook her head, laughing,
"You idiot, don't use this move on me in the future, it's useless."
Xu Yuan held his sword, his face showing a hint of helplessness.
Just as the Saint's Remnant Soul had previously said to him, cultivation alone cannot decide everything; intelligence and combat talent can both influence the outcome of a battle.
Nobody is a fool, especially not Tianyan.
