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A strong wind blew Yang Muyun's white robe into the air.

Hong Lei's sword attacked. The sword qi was extremely oppressive, and the air was torn apart by the sword qi like oil. It was unable to stop the sword qi in the slightest.

Yang Muyun's eyes turned serious as well. One slash was an unheard-of secret of the Eight Extreme Sword Sect, so its might couldn't be underestimated.

However, the Yang Muyun now was no longer the Yang Muyun that ambushed the Black Armored Army's northern camp.

Yang Muyun nimbly and agilely moved like he was dancing. He passed by Hong Lei and rushed in front of him.

Is this kid crazy? Hong Lei's attacks didn't stop, but he saw Yang Muyun charge towards him.

However, Hong Lei didn't care too much about it. He continued his attack with his saber, his sword rustling in the air as the azure light shone brightly.

The frost covered the sword and Yang Muyun held the sword's hilt. The sword was placed on his arm and he swung it forward.

The cold light shone down upon the Thousand Sunsets, and the snow bloomed in the Hundred Rivers and Rivers.

Snow Sword, Snowfall!

Hong Lei's sword attack directly collided with Yang Muyun's Snowfall, and the snow flower scattered from the sword's body, creating an intense green light.

"How is this possible?" Hong Lei was dazed for a moment. He had seen Yang Muyun's Snowfall Sword Art before. It wasn't as powerful as before, but why was it so powerful now?

However, what Hong Lei didn't expect was the end. Yang Muyun deflected Hong Lei's sword qi, but couldn't break through his as fierce as before.

Who knew that Yang Muyun would suddenly strike his elbow, and the sword's body would automatically move Yang Muyun's arm. His right hand relaxed, and the sword's hilt naturally flew out of his hand.

After the Rising Dawn Sword rotated once, Yang Muyun held the sword's hilt. His zhenqi flowed through the sword's hilt, and the sword immediately glowed with an azure light.

Hundred Flowers Trembling, Thousand Trees Shaking, Gale Grass.

Windsword's Teardrops flourished!

Yang Muyun used the first move of the Wind Sword once again, but the power it displayed last time was completely different.

"Bam!" Hong Lei's long sword clashed violently with Yang Muyun's sunset. The two sword forces separated at the same time and both of them were blown back by the strong wind, their killing intent exploding in the air.

Yang Muyun staggered back a few steps, smiled, and succeeded. He actually used his own strength to block Hong Lei's One Slash.

However, Hong Lei's reaction was different. The sword in his hand was unable to withstand this level of resistance. Before Hong Lei could react, it had already shattered into pieces.

Hong Lei knew the power of his blade. He was surprised that Yang Muyun was able to receive this attack. His hand that was holding his sword was trembling, and he couldn't believe what he was feeling.

Because from the match just now, he could feel that Yang Muyun's strength had already reached half a step into the heavens.

However, how was this possible? It had only been a short period of time, how could Yang Muyun already be half a step into heaven?

Yang Muyun was standing opposite of Hong Lei. Actually, he already knew that his strength had broken through.

In fact, he had been stuck at the peak of strength for more than a year, unable to advance. His Master had once told him that increasing his realm required not only sufficient strength, but also the cooperation of fate and opportunity.

For such a long period of time, his strength was still increasing, but he had never come across his own lucky chance. Now he understood that his lucky chance was perhaps the sudden enlightenment in life and death, the destruction he was forced to make by Wang Luo.

Perhaps when he used the Wind Sword's second form, he had already broken through to the half-step Heaven Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand Wang Luo's fatal blow.

A trace of fear appeared in Hong Lei's eyes. He was well aware of the difference between a first-rate expert and a celestial being. Even if one was half a step into the heavens, one would still be far stronger than a first-rate expert.

It was possible that from now on, dealing with Yang Muyun was no longer a certain thing.

Hong Lei looked at the battlefield around him that was currently filled with killing intent. Without the slightest bit of panic, he retreated to the side of his warhorse and took off his sword, 'Hearing Rain', from the horse's back.

The sound of rain falling could be heard as it left the sheath. It was as if there was a light drizzle, and a bone chilling cold was being emitted from the blade.

The moment he pulled out Tingyu, Hong Lei's temperament completely changed. It seemed that he was planning to reveal his true colors.

Hong Lei's explosive strength naturally couldn't escape Cui Rong's eyes. At this moment, his palms were covered in sweat; he was truly too nervous.

However, he didn't pay much attention to the battle that was unfolding in front of his eyes. He just stood there, frozen in place.

Because he heard the words that Hong Lei shouted with true energy, and he called out Yang Muyun's name.

Qu Rong looked at the white-robed figure in front of him, as if he had traveled through time, and saw the figure of that figure from ten years ago, also clad in a white robe, standing before him.

"So he is Yang Muyun …" Qu ong Rong muttered to herself, not knowing what to do now.

It was no wonder that he had charged into Three Boats Eighteen and slaughtered everyone inside and outside the ship, leaving no survivors.

No wonder he charged straight into the training hall, his blade and sword clashing, his white robe stained with blood.

Now that he finally knew Yang Muyun's identity, he didn't expect that he was the one scheming against Yang Muyun.

In other words, they were sworn enemies.

He also knew that Yang Muyun had to deal with the six major gangs. Since he had also guessed Yang Muyun's identity, could he be the next to deal with the other six that had to die?

Originally, when he faced Yang Muyun, he wasn't afraid, but at this moment, under these circumstances, would Yang Muyun still help him?

Definitely not. The answer is yes.

The hatred for the death of his father was irreconcilable. This was the principle Yang Muyun had followed the whole way here.

Qu Rong knew that Yang Muyun definitely wouldn't let them off just because of the trouble at Three Boats Dock. Only a fool would do such a thing.

"Phew …" Cui Hua raised her head, sighing deeply. "The heavens have truly destroyed my three boats and eighteen docks."

Once again, Qu Rong lowered his head, staring at the 'battlefield' before him.

Although the martial artists of Three Boats and Eighteen Docks were powerful, how could they be a match for the fully armed Black Armored Army?

They had entered the battlefield completely to die.

The iron hooves of the Black Armored Army stepped over, causing blood to splash out.

As the long sword of the Black Armored Army slashed through the air, flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

In a situation where they were almost unable to contend, the Black Armored Army held the absolute advantage.

The entire scene was too horrible to look at.

However, the rabbit would bite someone if it was anxious. The people present were the elites of Three Shipping Pier Eighteen. How could they possibly sit still and wait for death, obediently sending themselves to their deaths?

If they couldn't beat him in a head-on clash, they had other options.

If the Black Armored Soldiers couldn't defeat the mounted soldiers, they would immediately pull them off their war horses. The mounted soldiers that fell to the ground were no longer considered mounted soldiers, but instead, faced with death.

If they couldn't win against the armored swords, they would exchange their wounds for their lives. As long as they could deal with the enemies in front of them, they would do anything.

The martial world was a place of life and death. Once one entered this place, one day, they would die.

Therefore, as long as they were martial artists, they were no longer afraid of death.

If their deaths could bring even greater victory, then what was the harm in dying?