Bei Xuan was speechless about Iris Huo, a senior student, using her junior student as a shield.
Her brother Huo Wushuang even said he couldn't bear to watch it.
"Hmph, pushing a soul master of only level 10 out to block the knife, what a waste!" Feng Moheng snorted coldly, but the wind sword in his hand stabbed towards Bei Xuan's shoulder mercilessly.
In this soul fight, killing or maiming is not allowed, but there is no limit on injuring the opponent normally. After all, soul skills are blind. If a soul master cannot even bear this, he might as well go home quickly.
Bei Xuan saw the moment Feng Moheng was about to stab him, and at the last moment he turned sideways and dodged Feng Moheng's sword. Indeed, in terms of speed, Bei Xuan was far inferior to Feng Moheng, but in terms of physical skills, their Fengjian Sect could not be compared with the Sun and Moon Sect of the ancient sword world.
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