Clang!
The Sorrow Frost Sword, shrouded in bursts of cold air, sent a short sword flying into the distance.
It immediately flew back.
Just as another short sword was about to pierce Jiang Fan's back, it intercepted it in time.
The crowd suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
A few Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion disciples looked as though they had seen a ghost.
"Sword Control Technique?"
"The real Sword Control Technique!"
"This kid actually knows Sword Control Technique!"
"But wasn't it said that Senior Xu Qingyang had no successors?"
"Can someone tell me, what in the world is going on here?"
A glint flashed in Jian Linyuan's eyes, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face.
"This person is truly hiding his abilities."
Leng Qingzhu was stunned for a moment.
Then, she snapped out of it.
She fully realized that she had encountered a formidable opponent!
Even though her short swords had failed, she closed the distance swiftly.
