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Zhao Jiannan looked at the incoming light and then moved his body. Like a goose rising up to the clouds, he stood on top of the pavilion, and the dreamlike silver white light had already returned to his hand in an instant. He drew his sword, looking at the crowd, and stepped into the martial arts world. This person's sword was flowing with the wind. He had the demeanor of an otherworldly expert. How could he be so elegant and unrestrained? The people downstairs quietly looked at him. They only felt that there was an extra Zenith Light Sword in this world. The other swordsmen schools were all overshadowed, as if there were a difference of clouds and mud.

Yuwen Yichun, the Flowing Cloud Divine Sword, was extremely furious to see him act like an immortal-like celestial being. How can you steal the charm of this world? Of course, the rest of us are just ordinary people who can only add glory to our journey. He immediately leaped into the air and stopped mid-air, his hands constantly shooting out. Dozens of majestic and vigorous sword Qis pierced through the clouds, vowing to behead his opponent with their swords. That huge pavilion was instantly sliced into two from the waist up. The earth crumbled and turned into rubble on the ground. Dust filled the air, and the remaining sounds continuously shook the area.

After a long time, when everyone looked at the building, they were horrified to find that in the blink of an eye, a towering pavilion had been razed to the ground. Zhao Jiannan's figure had already disappeared, completely empty.

Yuwen Yichun stood with his sword behind his back, looking down at the scene of devastation. His face was as cold as ice and extremely cold. He wanted to see if this Zhao Jiannan had the same transformation as the three-headed, six-armed, seventy-two-armed Zhao Jiannan. He wanted to see if his all-out attack was still alive.

"Yuwen Yichun, die!" An angry shout came from the sky as a raging inferno rapidly ignited. An astonishing heatwave burnt the entire sky, instantly surrounding Yuwen Yichun who was in the middle of the flames. With the help of the wind, the fire began to burn furiously as soon as the cool breeze blew in the air.

Yuwen Yichun's clothes were on fire, and he could no longer restrain himself from howling, "AHH!" Damn Zhao Jiannan, this matter isn't over yet. We'll settle this debt in the future! " He disappeared in a flash, and when he looked around, the figure that had seen him again was already gone like a black dot, running towards the lake in the distance. This bit of injury was only temporary pain to someone as resolute as him. If his skin was burnt to ashes by the fire, it would not be beautiful. How would he be able to go out and make a public appearance in the future?

Only after he left did Zhao Jiannan appear. His whole body was drenched in sweat as he collapsed to the ground as if he had collapsed from exhaustion, gasping for breath. That last sword stance was called "Fen Ji." If it wasn't for the fact that his life was at stake, he definitely wouldn't have used it. Once it was used, it would be difficult to recover after overturning water. His vitality would be greatly damaged, and it would take at least ten days to half a month before he could recover. After all, the human body was still flesh and blood. It was impossible for one to squander one's talent and potential without restraint. If he hadn't considered the other party's ultimate skill, "Evil Killing", then the lightning that paralyzed his entire body would have been too shocking. He could not have imagined this, and he would not have died in the first place.

Wang Xiuxian ran over anxiously and asked with concern, "Zhao Jiannan, are you alright? "Are you hurt? Let me take a look for you."

Zhao Jiannan frowned when he heard this. He felt a dull pain on his waist. Just a slight movement was enough to cause extreme pain. He no longer cared about his appearance as he carefully opened his sleeves to check. Clenching his teeth, he tore off his clothes to expose the wound. At some point, a piece of broken wood had been stuck into his waist. Half of it was still exposed, and blood was continuously seeping out from the wound. It was so painful that his muscles were trembling.

Wang Xiuxian pressed a few acupuncture points on his body to temporarily stop the bleeding. He got someone to quickly prepare a hot towel and get someone to support him. He reminded him to bear the pain and pulled out the broken wood. After a while, he saw that the bleeding had stopped a little. He then sewed up the wound with needle and thread. Then, he wrapped the wound with a circle of gauze, allowing someone to help him rest.

He turned his head and saw a large number of people from the Flowing Wind Pavilion and the Pyne Sect rushing into the Royal Courtyard like a group of carp crossing the river. In a split-second, the whole place was filled with a huge crowd, and the atmosphere became tenser and tenser.

Wang Xiuxian, Xiong Aokun, and the other famous leaders led their own troops and charged forward, glaring at this group of aggressive and uninvited guests. Xiong Ao Kun's eyes were wide open, his beard was puffing out, and he shouted sternly: "Li Guangling, what is the meaning of this? We have an agreement with your hall master, when did you collude with Zhao Xiangyang? If you don't give me an explanation today, we'll all die together. "

Li Guangling smiled faintly when he heard this. He glanced at the many soldiers and horses behind him and righteously refuted, "You people have come to our Zhenjiang Mansion to commit heinous acts. Even the daughter of the Wangchuan City, Qin Yue'er, was almost forced to death by you all. Today we are going to do justice for the heavens for the sake of the people. If you know what's good for you, then hurry up and scram out of Zhenjiang's manor. Otherwise, I, Li Guangling, will definitely not let you off the first time! "

Wang Xiuxian was fuming. He pointed at Li Guangling and asked, "Li Guangling, I respect you as a hero and a humble gentleman. I never thought that you would be so despicable and shameless. He actually used the Flowing Cloud Divine Sword's Yu Wen Yi Chun to injure Zhao Jiannan. If he was still here, would you dare be so arrogant? This is all your scheme! Do you think we, the famous ones, would be afraid of you? This is simply preposterous! "

Li Guangling sneered, and replied: "Don't you think talking is funny? Do you think I'm really afraid of Zhao Jiannan? You were there when I beat him up. How could he forget about dementia so quickly? But what difference would it make if he was here? Besides, if it wasn't for the urgent need for you, Qin Yue'er, to kill yourself. How could Yuwen Yichun find trouble with you? He was simply shouting at the thief to catch him, he had no sense of shame. "You people are so arrogant and despotic. You have no reputation to speak of, even bullying commoners. If the heavens can't forgive you, then don't blame others for being ruthless and heartless."

Sky King Gongsun Yi from the Ministry of Rites saw that the situation was not looking good and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "Brother Grand Dominance, please calm down. I am afraid there might be some misunderstanding. Besides, we have already reached an agreement with Hall Master Dongfang. We will work together to capture Qin Yue'er, and we will immediately withdraw our troops and return to the Ji Nan Palace. Back then, your Fortune Pavilion stubbornly insisted on keeping Qin Yue-er. Didn't we also say something? Wasn't it better to fight to the death? I think that your Fortune Pavilion is now in a precarious situation, so it would be inappropriate to start a fight! "