Jian Nantian

"Jian Nantian, what are you going to do?" Ma Qinghai frowned and looked over at him.

"Ma Qinghai, don't you always want me to teach your son swordsmanship?" Jian Nantian said in a deep voice.

"Hum?" Ma Qinghai was stunned.

"Ma Changfeng, watch carefully! I'll teach you a move." While saying that, the wooden sword in Jian Nantian's hand was wielded lightly.

With no spiritual power, only sword light.

The sword light was beautiful, sharp, and charming!

Its beauty was intoxicating.

When the sword light rushed forward, everyone present, including Jian Wushang and Dan Jiu, were deeply attracted by it and could not take their eyes off of it.

"This move..." Dan Jiu widened his eyes.

Meanwhile, in the sword light, there was an unprecedented killing intent that froze the surrounding air.

CHUU!

The sharp and beautiful sword light appeared in front of Ma Qinghai.