Clang!
The Sorrow Frost Sword, carrying waves of cold air, knocked away a short sword.
Then it promptly flew back.
As another short sword was about to stab Jiang Fan's back, it blocked it.
The crowd fell into sudden silence.
Several Tianji Pavilion disciples were as if they had seen a ghost.
"Sword Control Technique?"
"The true Sword Control Technique!"
"This kid actually knows the Sword Control Technique!"
"Wasn't it said that Senior Xu Qingyang had no successor?"
"Can anyone tell me what's going on here?"
Jian Linyuan's expression brightened with a flash, showing a hint of surprise.
"This person truly hides his strength well."
Leng Qingzhu was shocked for a moment.
Then she suddenly snapped back to her senses.
She fully realized that she had met a formidable opponent!
Though the short sword was of no use, she had already pressed close.
The Earth-level mid-grade Palm Technique in her palm still held the promise of victory!
"Take this!" Leng Qingzhu shouted crisply.