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As she slowly but surely swung her sword under the guidance of her Ancestor, a faint frown couldn't help but appear on Xu Yue's face.

At first, the way of fighting that Yang Bing taught Xu Yue seemed to be full of weaknesses, but as Xu Yue took a closer look and examined it more thoroughly, she discovered this was not truly the case.

As years slowly but surely passed, and Xu Yue continued swinging her sword, the doubt that she had been feeling couldn't help but transform into straight-up horror.

The more Xu Yue swung her sword, the more she discovered that her current attacks didn't seem to have any openings.

Although at first glance, her sword strikes were seemingly unrelated, but as they combined, a faint force seemed to bind them together, making them completely unstoppable.

Of course, this was not some sort of True force, or even some sort of power or technique, rather, this was simply a sort of swordsmanship that had gone beyond what Xu Yue had even thought possible.

Seeing this, a faint smile couldn't help but appear on the face of Yang Bing, who had been guiding Xu Yue for the past twenty years.

"It looks like you have indeed gained some benefits," said Yang Bing, causing Xu Yue, who was currently deep in thought, to raise her eyes and look at her with an extremely excited look in her eyes.

At the same time, Yang Bing slowly moved from behind Xu Yue to some meters in front of her.

Even though this had not actually increased Xu Yue's combat power in the slightest, as she could not use these new moves flexibly in the slightest, Xu Yue knew that as long as she managed to master them, her combat power could take a large leap.

At this moment though, Xu Yue turned her attention to Yang Bing, who was standing in front of her with a dull sword in her hands, causing the excited look in her eyes to transform into a serious one.

A moment later, a similarly dull sword appeared in Xu Yue's hands, causing Yang Bing, who was standing in front of her, to slightly smirk.

'I guess It doesn't matter much anyway,' thought Yang Bing as she looked at Xu Yue with a smile on her face.

Because of Yang Bing's power, it didn't matter much what weapon she used when she wanted to spar with Xu Yue, as such, she didn't pay much attention to what weapon she had used, desiring to give Xu Yue a slight advantage because of this.

"Are you ready?" asked Yang Bing as she looked at Xu Yue, causing Xu Lanfeng, who was standing nearby, to suddenly jolt back to the scene.

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As she stared at her ancestor, who was standing in front of her with a casual look on her face, Xu Yue felt sweat begin falling down her forehead.

"Are you ready?" asked Yang Bing, causing Xu Yue to suddenly tense up.

A moment later, the tense Xu Yue suddenly took a step forward, causing Yang Bing to faintly smile as well.

'With that sword of hers, 40 percent of the strength of a normal mortal should be enough,' thought Yang Bing, noticing the fact that Xu Yue had restricted her strength to that of a mortal.

A moment later, Yang Bing suddenly appeared in front of Xu Yue and let out a strike against the latter's sword.

Even though Yang Bing was extremely fast, so fast that Xu Yue even doubted the latter used just the strength of a mortal, Xu Yue instinctually raised her sword, blocking the strike.

But even so, the moment the dull swords of the two touched, Xu Yue suddenly lowered hers as she felt the extreme amount of strength in the strike of her opponent.

Seeing this, Yang Bing couldn't help but smile, as she suddenly doubled down and continued her slash, and once again clashed against Xu Yue's sword.

Thankfully, though, by now, Xu Yue had enough time to fully block the attack, and deflect Yang Bing's strike.

But before Xu Yue could do anything else, another strike was suddenly launched against her, causing her to feel some doubt as she once again used her sword to dodge it.

Strike after strike, Yang Bing continued battering Xu Yue, causing some doubt to appear on the face of the latter.

Even though her ancestor continued attacking her and making her nearly helpless, she could not truly wound Xu Yue, who just kept defending herself to the best of her ability.

At the same time, Yang Bing herself seemed to become more and more tired thanks to her poor physical strength.

But although this was the case, Xu Yue suddenly took action and let out a counter strike against Yang Bing, not wiling to fall into the latter's trap.

In Xu Yue's mind, as long as she could disrupt the plan of her ancestor, the effort she had spent on this strike was worth it.

Without any warning, Xu Yue suddenly froze.

As she looked at the dull sword that was touching her neck, as well as at her own sword, that had been snapped in half, Xu Yue couldn't help but feel a lot of doubt.

Although both of the swords that the two of them had used were dull, both of them were actually rare treasures for the vast majority of cultivators, being considered rare treasures.

Because of this, even the vast majority of cultivators couldn't damage it in the slightest.

But somehow, under the strikes of someone who had the strength of a mere mortal, this sword had been shattered.

As she looked at Xu Yue, who was currently looking a little bit dejected, Yang Bing couldn't help but slightly chuckle as she snapped her fingers.

"What, are you sad?" asked Yang Bing as she stared at Xu Yue, who was currently watching the scenes Yang Bing had sent into her mind.