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"Good!" I am not alone. Junior Brother Zhao is indeed deeply loved by your teacher. With such a heart, how can you not go anywhere in the world? " Just as Yuwen Yi Chun's voice came out of her mouth, the sword in her hand suddenly changed. She finally began to use the consummate technique that he was most proud of — — Flowing Cloud Jadeite Light.

Blue flames began burning from the tip of the ice-cold sword as specks of flowing fire, as though the power of the stars was bestowed onto the godly sword. From afar, there seemed to be the Netherworld Ghost Flame. A heart palpitating energy gushed out. Yuwen Yi Chun waved her sword a few times in the air. A sword domain halo had already formed. She had actually blocked each and every attack of the Aurora Sword's ever-changing form.

Zhao Jiannan could not understand the profoundness of the sword as the longsword in his hand slowed down. He secretly tried to figure out if there was actually such a magical Sword Domain in this world.

The Divine Flowing Cloud Sword, Yuwen Yi Chun, looked at his expression with a complacent smile. However, his hands did not pause in the slightest. His longsword fluttered as three streams of light poured into the Sword Domain. This required extraordinary sword-arts as well as absolute mastery in order to unleash it. After the three streams of light passed through the halo, they suddenly rose dramatically. They turned into an electric current as thick as a bucket. It instantly moved at high speeds and attacked towards the opponent.

Yuwen Yi Chun was extremely confident in this lifetime's absolute art. She smiled and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, I'll let you experience your Senior Brother's absolute art — — Liu Yun Yao Guang. If you do not die, you will have to be proud in the future. "

Zhao Jiannan was scared out of his wits. How could he have the time to waste time talking to him? He could not think of a way to break through when he was faced with this heaven-defying divine ability. However, the three streams of electricity arrived in the blink of an eye. There was no time for him to even think about it. Zhao Jiannan was sent flying several meters back in an instant.

He didn't expect that this Flowing Lightning would follow him like a shadow and not be slower than him by even a little. This was simply too inconceivable. This thing actually had an automatic positioning function. This would cost the enemy his or her life. Even if he or she wanted to hide, he or she would not be able to.

With the Aurora Sword in his hand, Zhao Jiannan did not try to dodge anymore. He moved like the wind, and at this critical juncture, he unleashed a total of ninety-nine eighty-one sword strikes, as if he was going to chop down the three streams of electricity like tofu. His efforts had not been in vain. The previous current had been cut off and had disappeared without a trace.

However, he was still slightly slower and was swept away by the remnant electric currents. In the end, the ripples broke through his defenses, and as if he had been struck by lightning, he let out a miserable shriek as he withstood the thunderous bombardment. It was likely that no one in this world could escape from this wave of attacks. Zhao Jiannan had most likely been severely injured.

Yu Wen and Yi Chun saw that their finishing blow had worked, so they flew up and prepared to clean up the mess and take down Junior Brother Zhao in one fell swoop. How could the opponent have suffered such a heavy blow? A hole was blasted through the roof and he fell inside. A pair of men and women screamed out miserably before hurriedly running out in panic. In a flash, they had completely disappeared. The shock must have been too great. No one could stand the sight of a living person falling from the sky.

The Divine Flowing Cloud Sword, Yuwen Yi Chun, rode the wind and lightly landed on the ground. Her movements were like a wisp of smoke, ethereal and peerless. He shouted at the people in the room, "Junior Brother Zhao, I know you won't die that easily. Your victory today is uncertain. Don't you want to defeat me? " As soon as he finished speaking, he entered the hall, held his breath, and looked around cautiously for any movements.

"Elder Brother Yuwen, there's no need to look for me. I'm here!" A familiar voice was heard from behind the wall. It was the Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan. His voice was filled with vigor, as though he hadn't been injured at all. How was this possible? Yuwen Yi Chun grasped her sword tightly and walked slowly into the back hall. She saw a figure standing straight like a javelin.

The other party's body was drenched in blood, and his face was covered in bruises and swelling. There was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. However, the injured Zhao Jiannan was the most terrifying and dangerous of them all. It was like a ferocious beast that had been wounded after a battle. Its mind was filled with mental tension and it became extremely focused and calm. The more powerful and terrifying the opponent, the stronger the fighting spirit would be if the opponent dealt damage to him. This was the Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan's sword spirit. It could not stop, it could not stop fighting.

Zhao Jiannan flexed his muscles as his eyes turned sharp and cold-blooded. He hollered, "Senior Brother, I've already experienced your ultimate move. Now it's my turn!" The light of the Aurora Sword suddenly increased dramatically. In the dark space, a stream of flames that was entirely red began to burn intensely. It was extremely eye-catching and it made "puchi" sounds.

In a split-second, a silver serpent shot out like a lightning bolt, and wherever it passed, the destructive power of the Aurora was revealed without a doubt. The floor on the wall was swept with sword marks. The smell of burning flames lingered in the air. Right now, the house they were staying in was instantly cut in half, and the target was the flesh and blood of the living. If he was drawn here, he would be doomed to be crippled for life. That's right, this was Zhao Jiannan's famous ultimate skill — Aurora.

Yuwen Yi Chun was already waiting for it to arrive. She waved her sword in the air and the sword domain's defensive halo rose up once again, just in time for the aurora to arrive. Streams of sharp and unstoppable rays of light and lightning continuously struck the halo of light. It was like a torrential downpour, crackling and popping, getting more and more hurried. The two streams of vigorous inner strength battled back and forth, attacking and defending, killing and chopping … perhaps in an instant. It all depended on who had the more firm and ruthless will.

The Flowing Cloud Divine Sword Yuwen Yi Chun fought until her veins bulged. She spent all of her life's energy on this Life Sword and continued to unleash it. No matter what, I have to fight my way to the very end today. I believe that I won't be the first one to fall. He had the conviction that he would definitely win. As long as he could endure through this wave of attacks, he could seize the opportunity to counterattack and defeat Zhao Jiannan in one go. My ultimate skill, "Flowing Cloud Light", is unstoppable.

He laughed unrestrainedly, "Zhao Jiannan, you should give up as soon as possible. Your Aurora has no effect on me. And I will never give you another chance! " To prove the truth of his words. Yuwen Yi Chun gritted her teeth and her power surged once again. She took a step forward. Sometimes this step was the distance between life and death.

"Senior Brother, it's too early for you to be celebrating!" Just as he finished speaking, Zhao Jiannan's figure suddenly disappeared. Yuwen Yi was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground. He walked to the spot where Zhao Jiannan had stood a moment ago and looked up into the sky. His pupils suddenly contracted as he involuntarily cried out, "Not good, it's a Star Explosion!"

However, this sentence was said a bit too late. Meteor flames had suddenly appeared without any warning in the sky. Some of the flames were like rolling thunder that covered the sky and scattered everywhere, just like fireworks that were completely ignited on New Year's Eve.

At first, the roof tiles were densely packed, followed by the eaves and beams, and then the building collapsed with a bang and the floor was a mess, as if a high-powered bomber had bombarded it with concentrated artillery fire. This terrifying bombardment lasted for the time it took to drink a cup of tea. It was likely that even an ant would be reduced to ashes.