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The Zenith Light Sword Zhao Jiannan wielded a longsword as he poured all of his energy into the divine sword. For a moment, the light shone brightly, and a silver-white sword light shot up into the sky like a bolt of lightning. Without a doubt, the sword's will was fully displayed. It was like an aurora descending from the ninth heaven, soaring straight up into the sky. The sword's Aurora was constantly flickering and fluctuating in his hand. It seemed as if the silver spear was stabbing into the ground in an awe-inspiring manner. It naturally gave off a terrifying aura that could not be violated.

This was the famous sword of this generation — the Aurora Sword. The killing intent of the sword could be seen everywhere.

Zhao Jiannan was calm and collected, firm and strong. That Aurora was so beautiful that it was like a painting. It was so white that it shone. His starry eyes became cold and he said with a clear voice, "This is my first sword attack — — Aurora. "Pavilion Master Hong, please guide me!"

At this moment, the eye-catching North Marshal Hong Beifei came slowly up the bluestone steps like a crowd of stars surrounding the moon. The crowd dispersed like flowing water from both sides, creating a wide path that was unobstructed. He did not say a single word, as if he was taking a casual stroll. His face was as calm as water, and it contained an endless amount of dignity and radiance.

In all these years, no one had ever dared to go against his will. And today, this Aurora Sword that came out of nowhere wanted to defeat him! You know how long it has been since I, Hong Beifei, made a move, because there are only a few people in this world worthy of me doing it myself. No matter who he is, he is able to defend himself against my famous army. As long as he said that, countless people would come forth to meet him. Do you think you are qualified?

Commander Hong Beifei's almond-shaped eyes narrowed into a line as they locked onto the arrogant young man. He was truly young and vigorous, just like how he had been when he first entered the martial arts world. Unknowingly, more than twenty years had passed, and he himself was honored to become the head of a great hall. He smiled and said calmly, "You are Zhao Jiannan, as expected of a hero with a look of a talented youth! "How is your master, Spiritual Master Xiao, doing?

Zhao Jiannan nodded and smiled at him, "Thank you for your concern, Hall Master Hong. He has been in good health all this time and has been living a long life in Mount Hua."

Hong Beifei raised his eyebrows and casually said, "It's been many years since I've seen him, and I haven't had the chance to meet him. It would have to be another day. Oh right, I have yet to properly thank him for what happened back then. You are his last disciple, if you have any request, I will definitely help you! "

Zhao Jiannan's eyes glowed as he stared passionately at the unmoving Hong Beifei, unrelenting in his speech, "My master once said that there are no more than five fingers that can achieve the pinnacle of mastery in martial arts. And the 'Dragon God Technique' was the most miraculous of all. It was something that had never been seen before. The other two supreme techniques, Shadowless Leg and Dragon Seizing Hand, were unrivalled. I, Zhao Jiannan, hope to have a fair and honorable battle with you today! Please grant my wish! "

Marshal Hong Beifei's expression turned cold as he slightly raised his eyebrows. His face that was as calm as water suddenly showed a trace of determination as he said calmly, "Alright, I promise you!"

A powerful aura and a sharp glint of light rose from his body as he chatted and laughed, and his eyes revealed a cold and oppressive aura. This was the powerful and confident aura that Marshal Hong Beifei obtained from his hundred battles. He treated all living things as nothing, and demanded no matter what he did. As long as he entered the battlefield, no one would be able to defeat him. Encountering strong people meant that his blood flowed with strength, and this world had always been ruled by strong people. Since ancient times, there had never been an exception. Only the strongest and bravest can laugh to the end. This was the iron-blood law of the world's prosperity, success, and failure.

He looked at the eager Zhao Jiannan and asked casually, "How is it, are you ready?"

With the godly sword in his hand, Zhao Jiannan's gaze became calm and resolute. That streak of Aurora Lightning burned to its heart's content in the sky, dazzling everyone's eyes. He shouted in a deep voice, "Come, I am already prepared."

Suddenly, a person walked past Hong Beifei. His hair was flowing in the wind, and his eyes were brimming with vitality. His bearing was extraordinary, and he looked to be in his forties. It was Nangong Yulie, the leader of the eight great guards. He shouted, "Hall Master Hong, you have a golden body and are shouldered by a heavy responsibility. A mere Aurora Sword does not need you to do it yourself? Let me test his depth, shall I? " The meaning behind his words was obvious. Since he had stepped out in front of everyone, it showed that he had absolute confidence in winning. Zhao Jiannan would never be able to take even a single step closer to him. The distance between them was like the distance between heaven and earth; this step was the distance of a lifetime. As long as he, Nangong Yulie, was here, Zhao Jiannan would forever bow down to him.

Marshal Hong Beifei was preparing for a big battle, but he was displeased to be interrupted along the way. However, since it was Nangong Yulie who had personally acted, there was no reason for him to not act in such a manner. It just so happened that he wanted to observe how strong the Aurora Sword was. Yu Lie's interest was also piqued as he calmly asked, "Yu Lie, why do you say that? Since you're also interested in this Zhao Jiannan, then I'll be a beauty at adulthood. He did not turn his head to shoot, his Aurora Sword is extremely amazing. You already saw it earlier, do not underestimate your opponent! Have you thought about it? "

Nangong Yulie cupped his fists and said, "Don't worry, Hall Master Hong. This Zhao Jiannan is so arrogant and conceited, he actually dares to be so untouchable among us? How outrageous! You underestimate us too much. If I let him out like this today, where would my reputation lie? So no matter what happens today, I must let him know what it means by there's someone stronger than him! "

Marshal Hong Beifei swept his eyes across everyone present. Their actions were obvious, and he was obviously intimidated by this Zhao Jiannan. Morale was important in the interest of the people. When he thought about this, he borrowed Nangong's hand to verify Zhao Jiannan's character. Immediately, he announced solemnly, "Very good. Nan Gong's words are reasonable, I agree. "

Nangong Yulie, this man was not simple. His mind was extraordinary, and he had an extremely unique ability within him — terrifying beyond compare. When he was young, his hometown had been in a drought for three years, and the whole village had escaped. Displaced, parents succumbed. Since then, he had been left wandering solitarily. Many times, he had died from starvation and cold, just like a wild weed.

Until one day, when he passed out from hunger in a city temple, he was lucky enough to be saved by a wandering Taoist, and began a new journey in his life. That Taoist discovered his special ability on his body. Innate Beholder: When faced with a critical moment, once it awakened, it would kill in every direction. "His Eye of Samsara could hypnotize people and kill them without them noticing.

At first, the Daoist did not realize his terror, but he continued to patiently guide his cultivation, deepening his cultivation. One day, he realized that he was no longer his opponent, and he was no longer able to control his opponent.

By that time, Nangong Yulie had already reached adulthood. He desired nothing more than to make a name for himself once he became famous. He waved his hand and bid farewell to the Daoist. By chance, he became Gongsun Yi's friend, and was recommended to join the famous school.