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The troops of the Wang Chuan City were in a frenzy. Their emotions were all stirred up, and for a time, sword lights, sword shadows, and a rain of blood rained down from the sky. Suddenly, a surprising sound came from behind the famous hall. A group of people suddenly rushed out. It was another group of Yang Zongping's underlings who had suddenly rushed into the rear. This unexpected turn of events was quite life-threatening. Da Mingtang was being attacked from both front and back, and he was being held up by both sides.

And the Jiangnan Pingyi Sect firmly grasped this godsend opportunity and attacked the opponent from the front and back, breaking through the famous defensive formation. At this moment, the situation had suddenly turned and was moving in a direction that was not conducive to becoming famous.

Xiong Aokun, Gongsun Yi, Tong Meng and the other leaders were all mobilized, constantly brandishing their weapons and fighting to the death. Even Zhao Jiannan, who was in his room, had to put on his Aurora Sword when he heard the earth-shattering battle sounds outside. He tried his best to resist the pain on his waist as he charged into the fray and charged towards the mass of blades and swords.

Zhao Xiangyang was a powerful general of the three armies. He was always on the lookout for changes in the situation on the battlefield. Seeing this scene, his fighting spirit surged like a raging fire. It reached its peak as a strong killing intent surged out. But he did not say anything, his sharp gaze shooting towards Xiong Aokun. In a flash, he had already launched his attack, aiming straight at Xiong Aokun.

A sharp shadow flashed in the air, and a cold blade light flashed before the man's eyes. "The sharp blade edge glows with a terrifying light, Xiong Aokun was startled, both his arms were placed horizontally above his head, blocking the front door." With a crisp sound, the blade and the wrist guard collided violently.

Zhao Xiangyang pulled back his saber and instead of retreating, he advanced. He took a big stride to the right of his opponent, and his blade drew a strange and mysterious arc in the air. This strike was very strange and tricky. If he were to strike, it would bring about fatal damage to his opponent.

It was already too late for Xiong Aokun to retreat, and at this time he revealed his extremely strong combat ability. At this critical moment, he turned around and the blade of the kite flew past his body. If he wasn't careful, he wouldn't have been unharmed.

As if he had expected this, Zhao Xiangyang kicked off the ground with his right leg, and like an arrow that had been released from a bow, he shot out and launched an attack on Xiong Aokun. It had to be known that Xiong Aokun was still in the air rolling around, with no way to borrow any strength, finally revealing a weak point. His reaction could not be described as slow, but unfortunately, he was still a beat too slow. This was because his opponent was Zhao Xiangyang, who was waiting for an opportunity to make his move.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed. Xiong Aokun let out a miserable scream, endured the pain coming from his waist, and tumbled a few times as he escaped. Zhao Xiangyang's long blade was like a shadow, and also like a poisonous snake's tongue. He didn't even give his opponent a chance to breathe, preparing to give him a fatal blow at any time.

At this critical moment, a few of his most capable disciples rushed over to protect him, vowing that they would protect Old Master Xiong no matter what. A cold killing intent flashed in Zhao Xiangyang's eyes. He moved his hand even faster. Without any hesitation, he had already killed his way in. How could those famous ordinary disciples be his opponent? He was simply like a tiger in a flock of sheep. With a raise of his hand, his blade fell down, and people immediately fell over, all of them falling to the ground.

Using this chance to catch his breath, Xiong Aokun finally stood up straight. The pain from his waist was unbearable, and the opponent had cut open a deep wound, dripping with blood. He was helpless against this dangerous situation. At the same time, he did not expect that Zhao Xiangyang's sabresmanship would be so exquisite that his martial arts had already reached the pinnacle. Now that he was seriously injured, he could no longer pose a fatal threat to Zhao Xiangyang. If he didn't leave now, then when?

"You want to leave? It won't be that easy." Upon seeing that the other party was trying to escape, Zhao Xiangyang sneered coldly.

In a battle between experts, it was extremely dangerous. The slightest carelessness would lead to eternal damnation. Facing such a rare opportunity, how could he let it slip by so easily? He roared in anger, "Xiong Aokun, hand your life over!"

The blade was as long as a flash of lightning, and the cold blade of the blade was almost upon him. Xiong Aokun did not expect his opponent's sabre to be so fast, it was impossible to dodge in a life or death situation. Both of his arms swung out and actually tightly gripped onto the sabre. At this time, a sharp pain came from the wound on his waist. He let out a roar and burst out a terrifying power. The steel blade was broken on the spot as he fought to the death.

On the other side of the street, a battle was taking place. Several groups of people were already engaged in a fierce battle. Their teeth were crossed and they were on the verge of death. From time to time, corpses would fall to the ground on both sides of the main road. Blood dyed the ten miles of street red. Sounds of battle and roars of anger rose one after another, crisscrossing in a crisscross pattern. It was impossible to tell whose people were screaming and groaning.

Outside of the battle, the famous young masters Hong Jingtao and Wang Xiuxian stared at the battlefield that was filled with the smoke of the beacons with trepidation. There, Yang Zong and the Zenith Light Sword Zhao Jiannan fought with their lives on the line. The battle was intense, and it was difficult to determine the victor.

However, during the great battle between Zhao Jiannan and the Flowing Cloud Divine Sword Yuwen, Yi Chun had been seriously injured and could not continue. He could not even show his Aurora and Lightning. Right now, the situation was completely forced. There was no chance for him to rest or recover, so he could only muster up his courage and go all out to fight.

As long as he could kill Yang Zongping, the Wang Chuan city would have no leader. The overall situation was certain, and the enemy would lose without a doubt. But could the Aurora Sword reproduce its miraculous ability of hacking away at one's enemy?

Hong Jinglang's eyes burned with passion as he watched. His heart palpitated at the reputation of the Aurora Sword and added fuel to the fire. He roared loudly, "Zhao Jiannan, kill Yang Zongping. I will promote you to the position of number one guard!"

How could the two people on the battlefield not know of the current situation? Their own deaths were minor, but it was related to the safety of all their brothers around them. With such a powerful opponent, this battle was extremely dangerous. If he did not go all out, he would die on the spot.

Yang Zongping no longer hesitated, the blade in his hand flew like lightning, and his entire life's power was shown in one battle. He was very proud, and his attacks were like the rising tide and the falling waves, surging towards the shore. Before a single wave could dissipate, the following wave rose again, unceasing and unending, until the opponent was drowned and suffocated.

Experts in the martial world were like crucian carp that had crossed the river. If the opponent had been able to roam the martial world for more than ten years, then the number of experts that had died at his hands was countless. Under the circumstances where he used all his strength, how many people would be safe and sound?

"Not good, he's going to risk his life!" The Zenith Light Sword Zhao Jiannan was as if he was a sailboat in a huge wave and was unable to control himself as he slaughtered to the point that his sword flashed. It was unknown how many sword afterimages he sent out.

However, he was delayed for a moment and his movement was slower by half a beat. His opponent took advantage of his weakness and sent flying far away, only stopping when he hit a wall of people. At the moment of life and death, he struggled to get up from the ground. The Aurora Sword's sword light ruthlessly shone by his side, and it was unknown how many lives he had taken.

The troops from Wang Chuan City roared out sternly, "Zhao Jiannan is about to die, he's about to die! If you kill him, if you kill Zhao Jiannan, you will be rewarded! " Hearing this, all the people of Wang Chuan City burst into cheers, forming a group of people to attack, and then launched a fierce charge at Da Ming Tang. The sound of a battle shook the skies and thunder rumbled.