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"Brothers, charge! Beat these ignorant boys of the Azure Province back to their homes!" At the same time, he raised the longsword in his hand to block the incoming spear.

He sneered, and his long blade flashed a silver light. The soldiers who were blocking the way only felt a sharp pain on their waists before falling down. Even before they died, they saw their waists bleeding profusely.

"What a fast blade!" These were the last words spoken to those who had died in the hands of the Northern Court.

Indeed, the reason why he was able to rise to the top of the rankings from a nameless soldier was because of his katana. From south to north, he had hacked out a northwest side of the city.

Northern Court An looked around and found Li Hao, who was hiding behind the crowd.

He wrinkled his brows, patted the horse's back, and flew out. He kicked the soldier's head a few times and flew to Li Hao's side, intending to capture the thief and the king.

Li Hao sneered and retreated several steps before slapping his hand against his waist. A black flexible sword emerged from his waist. It was as light and nimble as a snake. The tip of the sword was as vicious as a viper.

An Beiye's pupils shrank as he twisted his waist to avoid the three-foot-long green snake. At the same time, the long blade in his hand moved and slashed across Li Hao's neck.

However, there was no sign of blood splattering on the spot. A curved blade deflected the deadly longsword.

"He Lan Ting?" How could you be here!? " A look of shock appeared on his face as he looked at the owner of the long blade.

He Lan Ting, the ten people on the Martial Ranking, the leader of the Secret Sect. How could he, who should have been living in the Heavenly Mountain, be here?!

"Why shouldn't I be here? When my favorite student invited me, I came. " He Lan Ting turned his head to look at Li Hao, who was smiling. His already wrinkled face became even more wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

"Li Hao!" You actually dared to collude with Ling Bei! " Northern Court's angry eyes were wide open as they glared at Li Hao, who had a faint smile on his face. His words were constantly venting the anger in his heart.

"Hmph, collusion? Kung Fu has no boundaries, why would my master colluding with me when she teaches me kung fu? " Li Hao let out a cold snort. The thin sword in his hand shot out, aiming straight for the head of An Bei Ting.

With his left hand, he unsheathed the scabbard at his waist. The scabbard at his waist followed the edge of Li Hao's sword and put Li Hao's sword back into the scabbard. At the same time, he flipped his wrist and took Li Hao's flexible sword.

Just as he was about to make his move, He Lan Ting made his move as well, his blade slashing towards An Bei's chest.

His slow and unhurried sword technique was as slow as an old man chopping firewood. It was much slower than Li Hao's sword technique that flashed past.

However, that cleaving motion made him extremely cautious. He quickly retracted the blade in his hand and placed it in front of him to protect himself.

"Ding!"

Like an arrow, he was sent flying several meters away. He only managed to come to a stop after knocking down a few soldiers.

The blade protecting his chest had already been cut into two, and a shallow wound had also appeared on his own chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and waved his broken blade in a circle. After chopping the surrounding soldiers in two, he pulled away the long blade in their hands and once again charged towards Li Hao and Wang Zhong.

We can't let Helan Pavilion enter the battlefield!

Each of the ninth rank experts was a good weapon to turn the tide of the battle. If He Lan Ting was allowed to kill as he pleased, then the outcome of this battle could be decided in two ways.

Furthermore, the Northern Court's Pagoda army had to return to the state to defend, so they couldn't die too often here.

"The courtesy of the Great Wei Empire's people? Why must you chase after an old man like me?" He Lan Ting's blurry eyes immediately saw An Bei Ting rushing towards him with killing intent. He mumbled under his breath and waved the machete in his hand lightly in the distance.

A meter-long saber light flew out from He Lan Ting's hand, leaving a deep, bottomless gully in the ground before flying toward the Northern Courtyard once again.

He placed the blade in his hand on his waist and quickly walked towards He Lan Ting.

Like him, He Lan Ting sheathed the scimitar in his hand and slowly walked toward his opponent.

Their steps grew larger and larger, and their footsteps became lighter and lighter.

Their auras gradually reached their peak, and the terrifying aura caused others to be unable to move even an inch.

Both of them moved in the same way, moving in the same way, pulling out the sabers at their waists at the same time.

"Ding ~", the flame splashed in all directions.

The blades of the two collided with each other. In a split-second, they split apart, causing a collision to occur behind them.

It was as if they were weightless. In the blink of an eye, they were fighting fiercely in the air, and in the blink of an eye, they were drawing their blades from the ground and handing them over.

Nothing could hinder their progress.

If you block the mountain, then move the mountain …

If the water is blocked, we'll reclaim the sea.

They had already disappeared, leaving the other side with their blades.

A saber light flashed before suddenly vanishing, causing the other four, who were fighting passionately, to be able to stand still and watch the fight between the two.

Bei Ting stared at the long sword in his hand that was full of holes. Within a few breaths, the two of them had already exchanged hundreds of blows.

He stopped, panting heavily, staring at his opponent as though flames were burning in his eyes.

He Lan Ting was old after all. People were afraid of young men's fists, but they were afraid of strong men. This was not an exaggeration when it came to sabers.

His chest rose and fell like a windmill. The confrontation just now had already reached its climax.

His wizened and shriveled hands trembled continuously, fearing that the knife he was holding would slip out of his hands if he lost it.

He looked across at the panting Northern Court. The ice in his eyes constantly froze, causing his wrinkled face to look terrifying.

The two seemed to have lived for decades, and they had a tacit understanding of each other.

The two began to move again, the blades in their hands clashing against each other once more.

The curved saber in He Lan Ting's hand seemed to have slowed to the extreme as he slowly slashed towards the Northern Court.

The long saber in his hand seemed to be moving at an extreme speed. Only an afterimage remained of the blade that was slashing towards him.

The clash of the blades caused a huge crater to appear in the ground around the two of them.

This time's clash also had an outcome.

The battle of experts, a single move. The first few hundred moves were all prepared for this blade.

He Lan Ting was old. He couldn't endure such an intense exchange of blows. His final saber strike was crooked.

He had chopped off An Beibei's right hand so that he could take it when he saw the situation. He didn't want to use the cultivation base of his next life to exchange for his life.

However, the Northern Court had cut off his head.

Using his remaining cultivation to exchange for the heads of the ten people on the Martial Ranking.

Lost?

He Lan Ting and An Bei didn't know about this.

Before He Lan Ting died, he looked at his headless body and couldn't help but praise it. "What a fast blade!"