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With three sharp sounds, the fight between the two young men in the hall was in full swing. After these three sharp sounds, one of the white clothed men, with his right hand holding the sword in his left hand, rushed over while stepping on the Seven Stars. In an instant, the entire hall was filled with sword light and sword qi. The white clothed man shouted, "Three stars Ghost Fiend Realm!" Qin Wentian's eyes were wide open, filled with an indescribable baleful aura. As he unleashed his sword qi, the might of his sword Qi manifested a tinge of strangeness in his demeanor. The black clothed man who was fighting with him frowned. Seeing how dangerous this move was, he hurriedly took three steps back. The white-robed man didn't hesitate. While he was still in the air, he used his left foot to tap the ground and pounced forward again. Seeing that he couldn't dodge in time, the man in green had no choice but to parry. His left hand drew Taiji in front of his chest while his right hand drew out a treasured sword. Without thinking much, he stepped forward to parry. The two sides fought back and forth, and for a time, it was difficult to tell who was the better.

Looking at the hall again, it was very spacious. The training hall on the left was filled with people on the right. A few elders were sitting in the middle, thinking that they were martial artists. The first one on the left was a white-bearded old man. He stared at the two of them with his round eyes and smiled. The 11 old men with black beards next to him wore purple gold pythons robes and had a dignified appearance. It was likely that they were all rich families. Seated in the middle was a young Taoist priest of about forty years of age. His slightly Zou eyebrows were slightly creased and his eyes were bright and full of spirit. However, he was also staring fixedly at the two people in the arena. The two people on the right seemed to be from the same sect. They were dressed in light purple silk shirts, and on the table beside them were two treasured swords. It was likely that these two were sword wielding experts. Although the five of them seemed to have their own merits, in reality, all of them had their own unique insights on sword arts.

Behind those five seniors stood over ten young disciples. There were all sorts of males and females, and some held treasured swords, and some held a judge's brush. All of them had extraordinary auras, and their gazes were firm.

Li Guang Ao laughed loudly: "Clan senior brother, if I, Li Guang Ao, lose, then I lose. Everyone here is from our five big sword sects …" Uh, a senior brother or senior from the four great sword sects. Although I, Li Guang Ao, love face a lot, I can still afford to lose this much. I am very grateful that you helped me smooth things over, but everyone here clearly saw that it was your elder brother who showed mercy just now. "Hahahaha …"

When everyone heard Li Guang Ao's words, they also felt admiration in their hearts: daring to fight, daring to take responsibility, truly a man. However, Li Guangao was inferior compared to the fact that the sect was well-fortified. However, since the Wudang Sect had such a disciple, the reputation of the number one disciple in the world would probably fall short of their expectations.

On the other side, Daoist Master Tian Yun's voice was gentle, as if he wasn't moved by the conversation between the two heroes. He said lightly, "The two of you have already won. We still have to continue with the fourth match." You can go down and rest for now, and watch your fellow disciples compete and win. "

Li Guang Ao was obviously in awe of his master, Daoist Tian Yun. He quickly retreated, but the sect leader of the sect bowed to the five teachers in the hall before slowly retreating. As soon as the two of them made their move, everyone sighed in their hearts. The sect was truly made up of dragons and phoenixes, and couldn't be compared to Li Guang Ao.

Just as the next batch of disciples were about to go up for the martial competition, a person suddenly flashed in from outside the hall. Most of the disciples could not see the speed of his movement, only the five seniors and a few elite disciples could tell who he was. The silhouette stopped right in front of Senior Karakorum Yun. It leaned over and whispered a few words into Old Senior Yun's ear. Old Yun frowned and slowly nodded his head. He whispered a few words to the person who had just arrived. The person nodded heavily, then jumped out of the hall in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from sight.

The man was dressed in black and left the room in a flash. His movement was so astonishing that it was unparalleled in the world. Although most of the people present did not recognize this person, they could tell that this person was very close to Senior Karakorum. It was likely that this person was a disciple of Karakorum. Daoist Master Wu Tianyun then stood up and said to Old Senior Yun, "Senior Brother Yun, what urgent matter did you send?"

Old Senior Yun gave Daoist Sky Cloud a glance. He said lightly, "Junior Brother Tianyun, you worry too much. Karakorum is fine." With that, he called upon Gonggong, who was standing behind him, and said, "Eldest disciple, Master Feng has something to tell you. Quickly go down the mountain to the pavilion." When the crowd saw that he seemed unwilling to speak of this matter, they did not pursue the matter any further.

The sect leader bowed to Old Senior Yun and the other teachers before leaving in a hurry. His figure was graceful, his white clothes elegant, and he exuded a heroic aura. He too was several hundred feet away in a few moments. The people in the hall sighed again: such a handsome movement technique. This Qing Gong was rarely seen as an opponent in this world.

However, the crowd's thoughts immediately turned to the matters of the sect's leader. Daoist Yun bowed to Old Senior Yun once more, and said in a clear voice: "Senior Brother Yun, the matter regarding your sect's disciple is extremely critical. Even your sect's juniors have to come out personally? You must speak of this matter, I, Wu Dandang, will risk my life for Kunlun, for us four … The sword is sending out power. "

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he was already outside the hall. The crowd of Karakorum disciples also hurriedly followed, and the people from the three remaining sects also stood up to send him off. The four of them were also secretly guessing that the Karakorum sect had encountered some big change this time. Otherwise, why would they leave the group and leave in such a hurry?

Daoist Master Tian Yun's brows suddenly furrowed, as if he had thought of something, but he did not say it. The four of them stood in the middle of the hall and stayed silent for a long time. Suddenly, he heard someone call out from afar, "Master! Master!" His voice was extremely mournful, as if he was a Kunlun disciple. Daoist Master Tian Yun's group of four trembled. A moment later, their figures had already left the hall's entrance and were flying towards the source of the sound.

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