A breeze blew past.
The air was filled with the fragrance of morning dew.
Before the purple-haired girl drew her sword, she chased away the ninja dog beside her.
It was a ninja dog that she had borrowed from the Inuzuka clan.
Now that the culprit had been found, Mao Yue Xi Yan naturally wanted it to return.
What she needed to do next was to defeat this young man in front of her.
What kind of mentality would draw a knife on a five-year-old blind youth, Maoyue Xiyan herself was not sure.
Perhaps it was because he wanted to find out the truth about Xi Rihong's disappearance yesterday and wanted to protect his companion from getting hurt.
Or when she heard from Sunset Red that Chiba had defeated Asma easily in the meatball shop with her superb swordsmanship, the idea of fighting Chiba appeared in her heart.
Maoyue Xiyan couldn't explain the reason. She was also a very complicated person.
However, she knew that she had to deal with the person in front of her with all her might.
Not only for Sunset Red, but also for himself.
Because she was also a swordsman.
Having inherited the Woodleaf Style Swordsmanship, she trained hard every day. Her primary goal was to improve her swordsmanship.
Challenging the limits was the best way to break through the bottleneck.
She had never thought of herself as a genius. She was just the one who worked the hardest.
When she was still in the Ninja School, she had met someone who could be considered an opponent.
A swordsman named Moonlight Gale.
Like him, he was also the successor of the Woodleaf Style Sword Art.
? Mao Yue Xi Yan acknowledged his strength.
The two of them had fought countless times, allowing their sword techniques to continuously improve.
However, when Moonlight Gale revealed a vague affection for Mao Yue Xi Yan, Mao Yue Xi Yan stopped looking for Moonlight Gale to practice her sword.
It was not that she hated him, but at least at this stage, constantly breaking through and surpassing herself was the primary goal of Maoyue Xiyan.
This time, his opponent was Uchiha Chiba.
He was the man who had inherited the swordsmanship of the Navy General Fujito Izumi.
From the battle intent that was revealed from Maoyue Xiyan's body, Chiba realized the deepest ambition in her heart.
Only swordsmen could understand swordsmen.
"I see, you…are you such an ambitious person?”
Qian Ye said calmly.
He stood in front of Mao Yue Xi Yan with his walking stick in both hands.
Unmovable like a mountain.
"I don't think that asking Sunset Red about the truth is an excuse.”
"However, your ambition will not deceive others.”
The moment she heard this, Maoyue Xiyan's pupils constricted.
Was asking the truth about Sunset Red an excuse?
? Maoyue Xiyan could not admit it.
However, just as Qian Ye said, she had an almost crazy desire to fight with her opponent, who was also a swordsman.
In this war-torn era, who wasn't crazy?
As long as he could become stronger, so what if he went crazy?
Thinking of this, Mao Yue Xi Yan smiled.
"As expected, swordsmen can understand each other!”
"You are wrong."
Qian Ye calmly corrected.
"Swordsmen can indeed understand each other, but…that is based on equality!”
"You were just seen through by me!”
As she spoke, Qian Ye slowly drew her cane sword.
It was a simple and unadorned action of drawing a sword.
With a gentle swing.
A cold light flashed in the air.
"Can you really see through the ambition hidden in this blade?”
"Can you really withstand the weight of this saber?”
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At this moment, Qian Ye raised her head.
He faced the purple-haired girl in front of him.
And the moment she raised her head, a devilish beauty bloomed.
Maoyue Xiyan had never felt this way before.
The person in front of her was clearly a youth who was five years younger than her. She couldn't even see his eyes.
But-
The feeling of being stared at made her hair stand on end.
The sensitivity of a deer to a lion made her shudder in an instant.
The cold light that flashed by made Maoyue Xiyan's pupils shrink.
At that moment.
She seemed to see countless slashes flying towards her.
In the next second, she was dismembered by this invincible slash and fell into a pool of blood.
Was this an illusion?
No, this was an illusion.
Maoyue Xiyan's right hand was on the sword hilt at her waist.
She wanted to pull the knife out.
But-
At this moment, the saber seemed to be frozen in its scabbard.
The saber at his waist was terrifyingly heavy.
Was she unable to pull it out?
No, she didn't dare to pull it out.
She didn't have the courage to face the young man with the knife in front of her.
Qian Ye was clearly standing right in front of him.
He did not do anything.
He just stood there quietly with his walking stick and sword in hand.
However, she just couldn't move.
He couldn't understand.
Why?
This--
Is he the opponent I provoked just now?
Who was he?
Who was he?
What is the difference between him and me?
At this moment, she did not even have the courage to raise her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
"This difference is called level!”
In the end, Qian Ye withdrew her saber.
After saying that, he turned around and picked up the meatball.
Qian Ye touched it and found that it was still warm.
Then, he smiled.
"Hmm, it shouldn't affect the taste!”
Holding her walking stick, Qian Ye's figure gradually walked further and further away.
After Qian Ye left far away.
Mao Yue Xi Yan's body trembled and barely stopped.
This difference was called level!
Qian Ye's words seemed to still echo in his ears.
Who was he?
He was only a five-year-old youth.
How could he release such an aura?
That kind of aura seemed to have been tempered thousands of times.
Maoyue Xiyan couldn't understand.
The pressure that came from Teng Hu Yixiao was known as such during the time of One Piece.
Great Sword Hero!
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