"Sister, my cultivation level is too different from yours. If I practice swordsmanship with you, I will definitely lose."
With a bitter look on her face, Zane Leng secretly raised one eye to see Elara Lin's reaction.
The other party tied a piece of white silk around his eyes: "Let you."
The two drew their swords, and even though Elara Lin was blindfolded, the gap between the two was still obvious. It fits the younger junior sister who is uneducated and has no skills, and the senior sister who is dedicated to practicing swordsmanship. Elara Lin's swordsmanship is flowing like clouds and flowing water. Even if she doesn't use spiritual power, there is still vastness in it. Thousands of sword lights seemed to break through the sky. Zane Leng was retreating steadily, unable to resist.
At the last moment, he pressed the switch, and the sword in his hand turned into a soft sword and wrapped around the opponent's body: "Senior sister, this is considered my victory. My sword touches your body!"
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