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Not long later, the news about the Zenith Light Sword Zhao Jiannan making a ruckus in the Pingyuan Palace spread like wildfire to every nook and cranny. All of a sudden, so many people rushed to the Martial Lecture Hall like a flood from an unknown place. It was so bustling that he was afraid that if he went too late, he would not even be able to see a single strand of hair.

Jing Jingyuan quickly returned after releasing the news. After all, all martial artists had a dao heart. It was indeed an honor to be able to personally witness the attack of a famous sword of his time. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Ding Xuanming, who usually lived in seclusion. He thought to himself, "Why is he here too?" Looking at the other party's head full of dazzling silver hair, he was somewhat astonished.

Old Man Ding also saw the look in his eyes. He slightly nodded his head at him and silently smiled as he looked at the two people in the arena.

Jing Jingyuan's gaze paused for a moment before he turned his attention to his Junior Brother Xiao Yun. Their teacher had come from the same sect, and they were all disciples of Absolute Chill of the Yulong Snow Mountain Martial School. He was the eldest senior brother, and Xiao Yun was ranked ninth. And because of his recommendation, Ninth Junior Martial Brother was able to serve under the Sword of Mercy Li Guangling and became his close confidant.

He was a little surprised. Why did he have to fight with Ninth Junior Brother Xiao Yun against Zhao Jiannan? What did Sir Li mean by this? Was he trying to test him as a junior brother? But this was completely unnecessary. The Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan, was renowned in the martial arts world. He was on par with the Merciless Sword, and everyone in the world could see him for themselves. Even if Xiao Yun's swordsmanship had improved, he wouldn't be able to progress so fast in such a short period of time.

If nothing unexpected happened, Junior Xiao would very quickly be defeated by Zhao Jiannan's Aurora Sword. Even if they were fellow disciples of the same sect, their strengths and weaknesses were useless at a glance.

The situation on the arena was just as he had expected. Zhao Jiannan had the upper hand as he moved unhurriedly, seizing all the momentum and momentum. Xiao Yun was charging left and right, but his skills were inferior and he was unable to reverse the situation. He could only block with all his might.

Just as Jing Jingyuan was feeling anxious, his eyelids suddenly twitched as he discovered a very familiar and graceful figure. Her expression was cold, and there was a haggard indifference between her brows, yet it was still unable to conceal her heroic spirit. Even when she stood there silently, there was a nobility and pride that others could not ignore. It was precisely the Overlord Flower, Qin Yue'er, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

In this world, there were some people with illustrious backgrounds who had strict and first-rate tutoring. Their innate pride and nobility were like a crane among a flock of chickens, completely different from the others. Just like a famous flower, it was extremely tempting at first glance, but it was also very difficult to resist getting close to it.

Jing Jingyuan frowned as he thought to himself, "Why is she here too? Shouldn't she want to avoid seeing the Aurora Sword?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at this girl who was in a daze. Clearly, the other party had not noticed him. He didn't know why he suddenly felt a faint sense of loss and alienation, even though he had repeatedly told himself in his heart that as a person, he must understand the rules and know when to advance and when to retreat.

However, sometimes people were just so strange. The tide of emotions surged over them. The more afraid you are of resisting something, the more lingering it is in your heart, like the shadow of your childhood drowning.

Originally, Qin Yue'er wasn't supposed to be here. However, she was forcefully pulled over by her good sister Meng Bo to watch the show. It was hard to say why, but ever since that slash that day, the unreasonable anger she had towards Zhao Jiannan had vanished without a trace. Because she saw his tears, and the familiar, caring look in his eyes when they met again, and she suddenly couldn't hate it.

Just like how he made a huge mistake and killed Yu Ningwei out of anger, some of his mistakes were already irreparable. Yu Xin'er thought of him as an unforgivable murderer, just like now. At that time, he might have been in the same mood as she was now. It was as though the fading light was within reach, but by the time he wanted to grab it, it was too late.

Fortunately, she was still alive, and she finally understood some of the things that could not be sought for. Life was a process of continuous gain and loss. And we will all grow old and have nothing.

The strange thing was that she could finally calmly and calmly stare at this peerlessly famous sword that had spread far and wide. Zhao Jiannan was not a particularly tall man, but his physique was unusually well-proportioned. His four limbs were powerful and agile. His sword moved as fast as lightning, but it was also extremely agile. The angle of the attack was exceptionally beautiful, just like music. It was impossible for a person to lose a single point of their soul. There was no stagnation between going forward and going back. It was as smooth as breathing.

Moreover, his ability to control the situation was light, and he was able to keep his opponent in a tight corner, making it difficult for him to advance or to retreat. Those with discerning eyes could see that Xiao Yun had lost without any suspense, while Zhao Jiannan had not used his full strength. This was because he didn't sweat much, and his opponent was already somewhat out of breath.

From the looks of it, in the entire Pingyuan Palace, perhaps only one person in the entire sect could match up to him. After hearing that the battle that day had been unprecedented and that many had been killed or injured, Zhao Jiannan displayed his great prowess with the Aurora Sword in his hand, filling the sky with astral fire like a fire god. I wonder if I can witness such a magnificent sight today?

At this moment, Zhao Jiannan's figure flashed. The Zenith Light Sword in his hand suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye. A crisp sound of something clashing rang out in front of them. Everyone felt their vision blur as they realized that Zhao Jiannan's Aurora Sword was resting on Xiao Yun's shoulder, unmoving.

Xiao Yun's hand that was holding onto the sword trembled, but he discovered that the situation had already settled down in vain. He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zhao, please show more mercy! It's all because of Xiao Yun. "

Zhao Jiannan sheathed his sword after hearing what Xiao Yun said and bowed, "Brother Xiao Yun, thank you!"

Xiao Yun, on the other hand, was an honest man. He smiled as he waved his hand, saying, "No, no!" Even though the results weren't satisfactory, as a man, they had to be clear-minded. They had to be able to handle it. If they lost because they were weaker than others, there was nothing they could say about it. At most, he could just earn it back by practicing diligently in the future.

Seeing that, Jing Jingyuan hurried over and asked with concern, "Junior brother, are you alright? Zhao Jiannan didn't hurt you, right? "

Xiao Yun was a bit exhausted, but he wasn't injured, so he quickly explained the situation. Senior Brother, don't be impatient.

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the loud sound of a group of people shouting behind him, "Zhao Jiannan, you really have guts!" Don't think that you can be arrogant and despotic just because you beat Brother Xiao Yun, you really think that we don't exist! Today, I will let you come in and fight you to the death! "

Everyone could clearly see the martial arts experts of the Martial Arts Hall jumping out to challenge Zhao Jiannan. They had to teach him a lesson. Beat him to see how he could play tricks with a golden eye of orange, yellow, blue, green, and purple.