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The Sword Sect competition is a matter of a lifetime's importance for many Sword Sect disciples.
Once, Fang Yuan was one of these myriad beings.
But the current Fang Yuan is no longer the Fang Yuan of the past.
She is Xu Yuan.
Therefore, this Sword Sect competition, destined to leave an indelible mark in the memory of many disciples, seemed to him such a commonplace matter.
One sword!
One sword!
Still one sword!
Compared with the battles on the other platforms, the fight at Xu Yuan's side appeared so monotonous. No matter who it was, in front of him, it was just a matter of one sword.
Until the fifth round.
When the light white robe danced and fell in the wind, and he heard the clamor of the young girls below, Xu Yuan knew he had finally met a truly worthy opponent.
"Wow, if I'm not mistaken, that's Senior Sister Wind Butterfly, the one who ranked eighth in the last competition between the two sects. Junior Sister Fang Yuan might really lose this time."
