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The person in front of him held a three-foot-long sword in his hand and a geese feather knife at his waist. His momentum climbed up to the heavens and his sharpness shook the vast ocean.

Just this one person with one blade and one sword caused the hundreds of people in front of him to not dare to make any rash moves. He took a step forward, and everyone took three steps back.

The stalemate between the two continued like this, with no one daring to make a move. It caused the atmosphere in front of the fifth Royal Gate to become increasingly oppressive and depressing.

"Sou!" Under the oppressive aura of that person, a person finally could no longer hold it in anymore. His face was deathly pale, and the bow in his hand could no longer be held steady as he shot it out.

Li Ye looked towards the incoming attack and did not dodge. He just let the arrow pierce into his body.

However, before the sword could even touch Li Ye, it disintegrated into dust two inches away from him, leaving only a feather at the end of the arrow. It slowly floated down with the wind blowing towards it.

Li Ye smiled and stretched out his hand to catch the arrow. He slowly stuck the feather into his bun.

With his other hand, he firmly placed it on the hilt of the saber at his waist. He then slowly pulled out his saber towards the several hundred gatekeepers in front of him.

The saber light gradually grew stronger, the sword light gradually grew stronger, and the aura of a person grew stronger.

One man against a hundred.

Li Ye held his saber in his left hand and his sword in his right. Step by step, he stepped on the granite slab, leaving behind many small depressions.

Of course, that depression was not because of Li Ye's weight, but because of the emergence of Li Ye's aura, which shook the entire stone slab.

The strong wind attacked in waves. Hundreds of arrows suddenly appeared in front of Li Ye and shot towards him in a hurry.

"Eleven Chasing Stars!" Li Ye waved the Swallow Feather Blade in his hand, and a blade light several meters wide appeared in front of him, blocking all the arrows that were shooting at him.

After he blocked the arrow, he bent his body slightly and formed a bow. He stomped heavily on the ground, creating a deep dent in it. Then, he flew out like an arrow.

The several hundred gatekeepers looked on in shock at the person charging at them. The thirty gatekeepers felt an immense force crashing down on them, shattering the shields in their hands. What followed was the sudden appearance of a thin sword.

After stabbing the soldier with the shield in front of him, Li Ye waved the Swallow Feather Blade in his hand again and again. The blade moved so fast that only a few specks of starlight could be seen.

The soldiers surrounding him were cut in half before they could even wield their weapons.

He was not satisfied with Li Ye in front of him. He took eleven steps in a row and left eleven points of starlight in his blade.

A soldier holding a spear felt a slight pain in his hand, and when he looked again, his hand was gone, leaving only a severed arm spraying blood. Before he could wail and wail about his broken arm, a sword had already slipped past his neck.

Li Ye's blade was like a tiger that had gone down the mountain, opening and closing with great force and force.

And his sword was like a venomous snake, each move sinister and deadly.

Just this second move from the Tiger Snake caused the blood of several hundred gatekeepers to splatter and wail non-stop.

Just as Li Ye was about to kill the enemy, dozens of iron spears and a great force smashed into Li Ye's body.

Li Ye hurriedly blocked the incoming sharp blade, bent his foot, and smashed it onto the floor.

The veins on Li Ye's hands bulged like overlords raising a cauldron. The iron spear was slowly raised, and along with his strength, cracks in the spider webs began to appear on the ground.

He let out a long hiss as his arm exploded. His blade moved horizontally and slid across dozens of people's waists. While they were suffering from the pain, he mustered his strength and flicked the green flag in his hand, directing the long spear to one side.

His foot touched the upraised point of the spear, and with a tap, his entire body flew away. Like a pelican, he flew past the crowd and struck the Emperor's Gate, the blade of his sword moving and stabbing into the spear.

With a flick of his wrist, he spun around in a circle, his feet touching the sword blade. He reached out again and crossed over the tall wall. The corner of Li Ye's mouth lifted slightly, and with a retract of his hand, the green flag returned to his hand.

He ran!

This was something that neither Yin Bo Jia nor the several hundred guards thought of.

A man as fierce as a tiger ran away just like that. Only then did the soldiers realize that he had been pretending. They hastily drew their bows and shot towards Li Ye.

But by the time they reacted, Li Ye was already running towards the next door.

Li Ye held the blade and sword in his hand against his waist and played with the white arrow in his hand. He chuckled and suddenly blushed. He covered his mouth and began to cough violently.

As he coughed, the arrow fell to the ground. It was stained red by the blood on the ground.

Li Ye was not a real immortal. He would also be tired, and he would also be injured.

After breaking through five gates in a row, he wasn't completely unharmed. He had long since been injured internally by the guards. The expert's posture just now had only been forcefully put on by him.

"Amitabha, is this Tan Yue a intruder?"

A dull sound suddenly appeared in front of Li Ye. He looked at Li Ye, who was covering his mouth, and compared it to Buddha's hand gestures.

If it was just from these words, they would have thought that the person in front of them was a monk that did not kill. However, upon closer inspection, the monk had a wine gourd hanging from his waist and was holding a half-eaten roasted chicken.

"Flower Monk?" Li Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. A word suddenly appeared in his mind and he subconsciously murmured.

The monk had a few black scars on his head and a thick, full beard wrapped around his face. His mouth was still bare, clearly indicating that he had not had the chance to wipe it after eating the chicken.

Flower Monk?" "The Black Monk!" The monk obviously heard Li Ye's words and grinned, showing his yellow teeth. He raised his hand and struck towards Li Ye.

Although Li Ye was injured, his reaction was still there. He immediately pulled out the sword in his hand, and the sword collided with the monk's hand.

"Honeysuckle, can I take a look at your sword?" After the monk's hand collided with Li Ye's green flag, his eyes instantly lit up, and saliva was still dripping from his mouth.

Li Ye looked at the monk in front of him. His pale face turned even paler.

This black monk was not a simple character!

After the two of them looked at each other for a moment, they went around in a circle and attacked at the same time. The two of them clashed again.

The black monk's hand was like a knife as it hacked towards Li Ye's wrist in an attempt to snatch Li Ye's green flag.

The monk had taken a fancy to this peerless sword.

Naturally, Li Ye could not let the monk take the green flag. His other hand gripped the Swallow Feather Blade and slashed horizontally at the monk with lightning speed.

When the monk saw this, he quickly took a few steps back.

However, no matter how much he retreated, he was still unable to dodge the blade. A thin knife scar appeared on his face.