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Nangong Yulie suddenly wavered and the Absolute Soul Spear flashed from behind him. A shadow shot out like spring thunder, aiming straight at his opponent's face.

In that split-second of life and death, Zhao Jiannan's eyelids twitched as he shouted loudly. He immediately leaped into the air and swept the Zenith Light Sword in his hand with an intense wave of attack as fast as lightning.

With a "kacha" sound, Nangong Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. He was shocked to discover that the indestructible Absolute Soul Spear had been cut off by the hot and red Aurora Sword, leaving only half of the spear in his hand.

The entire audience was in an uproar as they booed nonstop. They were all worried about Nangong Yulie's situation. With the Absolute Soul Spear broken, how could he withstand the soaring auras of the Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan. Yet, wasn't there anyone who could subdue this fellow and allow him to do as he pleased?

Nangong Yulie raised the Absolute Soul Spear in his hand. Looking at the eager Zhao Jiannan, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. His ice-cold eyes were bloodshot, suffused with an evil and bizarre red light. He muttered to himself, "Are you a little tired?" An invisible stream of psychokinesis suddenly shot out from his eyes and headed straight for Zhao Jiannan, continuously attacking his spirit and will.

This was the first time he had encountered such a competition of psychic powers. He felt as if he was unable to extricate himself from a life and death situation when he met a strong opponent. On the other side, Nangong Yulie's piercing eyes seemed to see through everything in his heart. Anger, unwillingness, fear, weakness, as well as his inner conviction. Through the other party's eyes, it was as though they were magnifying things under a microscope, revealing everything to the naked woman. However, it was impossible to escape, and he was deeply immersed in the illusion created by his opponent.

At this moment, Zhao Jiannan was intimidated by his words. He felt as if his entire body was trapped in a world of ice and snow, unable to extricate himself. Ice and snow filled the air as a bone-scraping cold wind raged endlessly across his body, freezing his limbs. This scene reminded him of those extremely cold days. That extremely bright white day seemed as if it would never descend, making it impossible to distinguish between night and day. And that boundless expanse of loneliness and despair he could not forget for the rest of his life.

Whenever this happened, he couldn't help but ask his benefactor, Spiritual Master Xiao, why did he run to such a place where ghosts didn't even come? Other than snow or ice, there was only cold wind, he couldn't even see the road beneath his feet.

Spiritual Master Xiao was wearing a blue daoist robe and was constantly rolling in the fierce cold wind. His ash-gray hair was also blown along with the wind, making him look like nothing. However, his voice was still as firm and steady as ever, and he said to him, "One step at a time is not enough to cover a thousand miles. The reason why you came to this damned place when you have nothing better to do is for you. Master has already calculated that there will be a great opportunity waiting for you here. When we get there, you will naturally understand my painstaking efforts. "

Just as Zhao Jiannan's unbalanced state of mind was slowly being pushed back, a deafening loud sound suddenly rang in his ears. It was the sound of Huang Zhong and Da Lu colliding heavily with each other. An old man standing alone on the edge of a cliff, looking at the magnificent scene in the sky, suddenly turned around and shouted to him, "What are you doing here? Get back! This place is dangerous! "

Zhao Jiannan was suddenly jolted awake. When he opened his eyes, he saw a broken spear tip pressed against the tip of his nose, not moving at all. Nangong Yulie did not expect him to wake up at this moment. He looked at him in astonishment and sneered, "Zhao Jiannan, you died just now!"

Zhao Jiannan looked at him in shock without saying a single word. Nangong Yulie's cold laughter continued to echo in his ears, "Zhao Jiannan, you were already dead just now." It's already dead! "

At this moment, Zhao Jiannan was feeling excited as he held the peony flower in his hand. He thought to himself about how surprised he would be when he saw the enchanting and vibrant flowers the moment he opened the door. Your sweet smile still rolls in my heart. There are so many flowers in the world, I can only take one.

Looking at the peony flower's bright redness, he suddenly felt absent-minded, as if he had seen a pool of fresh blood. He couldn't help but shriek out, "No! No! "Qin Yue-er!"

However, she could do nothing as she watched blood spurt out from Qin Yue'er's throat. Her opponent's moonwashing knife fell to the ground with a clanging sound. He tried to reach for her throat, but it was too late.

Qin Yue'er looked at him in despair before softly falling to the ground, blood flowing. At this moment, one-armed Xue Tao rushed over with a ferocious look on his face, roaring at him, "Zhao Jiannan, I want you to accompany my Yue'er in death!"

Glittering tears rolled down his face. Zhao Jiannan was in so much pain that he could no longer hold himself back. However, he could not burst into tears. He looked at the southern sky in a daze, which was in the direction of Yangzhou. He was unable to calm down for a long time. He was a man who had always been proud and arrogant. He was a man who would never shed a tear even in a life or death situation. Men could sweat and bleed but they absolutely could not shed tears. The world never needed men's tears. No matter what kind of situation he encountered, he would have to face all the difficulties and obstacles in life with his head held high and his chest puffed up.

However, at this moment, he could no longer suppress himself. His heart was filled with endless regret and terror. Life was like the bright flowers blooming on the cliffs of a mountain stream. It was so fragile and beautiful despite the wind and rain. It only bloomed with the most beautiful radiance at the moment of blooming.

When Qin Yue'er swung down the Lunar Wash Saber without hesitation, he knew that he had made the most regretful decision of his life. If time could be reversed and everything could be repeated, he would rather never have come to Yangzhou in his life. Looking at the gloomy and unclear sky, a trace of gloom flashed across his heart. He could not help but mutter: "Qin Yue'er, Qin Yue'er, are you still alright?"

On the other side, in the branch of the Hall of Wonders, Guang Zhen, the envoy of Light, Wang Xiuxian, slowly took out a piece of paper from the flying carrier pigeon's leg. He slowly unfolded it and quickly skimmed through the information on the paper. When he finished reading, he slapped his thigh and put away the paper. He then hurriedly ran to the east wing to wake up the young master who was sleeping soundly.

Last night, Hong Jingtao had a hearty, big, and intense fight. He was hugging on both sides of the bed and having a good time. He played until the latter half of the night before he fell asleep. This early in the morning was the perfect time for him to regain his consciousness. He would never wake up so early and sound like he was soundly asleep.

On the other hand, the little Miss Peach Blossom beside him had not slept well the entire night as she listened to his sound of sleep. However, he was the renowned young master of the Tang clan, so how could she dare to complain? If they angered him and he didn't even give them a single strand of hair, then when the time came, who would care about these poverty-stricken women of the mortal world? Living would become a problem. It wasn't easy for her to fall asleep in the middle of the night. Not even four hours had passed before she heard shouts from outside. She was also woken up. The other party seemed to be very anxious, so she woke him up.

Hong Lingtong was woken up by someone, he felt a splitting headache, squinted his eyes and looked out into the hazy sky, suddenly became angry, and scolded, "What the f * ck is it now, do you still want me to sleep? Do you want to die? You don't even know the rules? "

Little Peach's face was deathly pale as her beautiful face paled. She trembled as she said, "There's someone calling for you from outside, Young Noble —"

When Wang Xiuxian heard the noise coming from inside the room, Young Master Hong seemed to have woken up from his sleep and hastily called out, "Young Master, something bad has happened! Wake up! "

"Wake up your mother's head! Wang Xiuxian! What time is it? Didn't the sky fall down and there was still a tall person to support it! But do you not know what to do without me? " Hong Jingtao and the others were already woken up. They immediately got up and put on their clothes while cursing. They pushed away Little Peach Blossom who was about to reach out and serve him, and angrily said, "No need for your help, I'll do it myself. Sleep well in your sleep! "