The Legend Of Lightning Warriors
Masked Swordsman
Ye Rou directly attacked Yun Mei, the elder's head took out his relic named White Scarf. Ye Rou's swift movements made Yun Mei even more wary.
Yun Mei had already prepared to withstand Ye Rou's attack with her sword. Now two high-powered female warriors are fighting.
This fight was the first fight for Yun Mei after a long stay in the Cloud Hill.
Ye Rou continued to attack using the White Scarf, her sharp movements making Yun Mei a little overwhelmed. Immediately he brought out the swordsmanship style taught by the Sword Goddess Dance Book.
His movements had now changed from before, now Yun Mei's movements were extremely beautiful. The beautiful girl was like she was doing a dance, the people who saw her were made to be amazed by Yun Mei.
Yun Mei continued to warp her sword to attack Ye Rou, she was eyeing the neck of the head of the White Lotus sect elder. His sword movements were getting faster, Ye Rou was even a little overwhelmed facing Yun Mei.
He took a few steps back to take his distance. But Yun Mei immediately attacked him, she did not give Ye Rou any chance to rest.
"Sakura Flower Dance …"
"GODN …"
Yun Mei's movements became faster and harder to see. His sword kept swinging here and there. Ye Rou slowly continued to be made cornered. Until finally the head of the elder turned to attack with the style he had.
"White Scarf Winding the Mountain …"
"GODN …"
Suddenly the shawl extended and widened by itself. The shawl continued to accelerate very quickly towards Yun Mei so that it wrapped around her entire body.
Ye Rou was quite relieved, she already felt that the girl was already unable to twitch anymore. But who would have thought, suddenly the winding White Scarf of hers slowly escaped from Yun Mei's body.
Ye Rou who realized this was of course shocked. He intended to make an even stronger attack, but Yashou immediately stopped the friendly fight.
"Enough. Thank you chief elder Ye Rou," said Yashou entering the arena of the match and stopping the fight.
"Thank you senior. Senior was overly complimenting," Yun Mei replied humbly.
Yun Mei and Ye Rou had already returned to their respective places. The friendly battle that had just occurred greatly comforted the people present.
But for the black stream that infiltrated, the match just now was a terrible thing. Where there is a young girl who can compete long enough with a senior, let alone that senior is the head of the elder.
The sect's eligibility test event continued. Yashou had already given a chance to those who wanted to test the strength of her sect. Especially testing the elders.
But before anyone volunteered, suddenly they all felt a considerable pressure from the direction of the gate. Even Yashou herself felt that pressure.
The people present started to panic, including the members of the black stream sect themselves. How not, that pressure could even suppress the legendary swordsman. Of course this is not a good thing.
The representative elder and the chief elder of the sect representative began to take a wary stance. Even Yashou and the others also prepared for something unwanted to happen.
Suddenly the gate that became the entrance to the Halilintar Hill sect opened. A strong wind accompanied the opening of the gate.
The surrounding dust flew and covered the entrance gate. Before long, a human shadow was seen from behind the dust.
The warrior immediately shot forward and headed towards the arena of the match. His appearance that was different from others made him unknown.
The swordsman was wearing a blazing blue war vault. There was a blue phoenix on the right side of his shoulder.
I don't know who the swordsman is, because the people who are there don't even recognize him. But looking at the zubah worn as it came from ancient times, they believed that the figure behind the mask was a senior swordsman who had retreated from the martial world.
"Sorry, can you introduce who you are?" yashou asked with a smile.
"I'm a masked swordsman. I want to challenge the chief elder and all the elders of this sect," said the masked swordsman.
Along with the swordsman talking, the wind blew fiercely towards him. His voice seemed to contain natural energy. Each breath even seemed to give off a deep energy.