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Wow, wow!

Several lanterns suddenly lit up, and the sounds of children crying could be heard.

However, the bright lights were quickly extinguished, and the child's voice gradually weakened as it disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, many residents had their doors locked firmly under the cover of the snowstorm.

No one dared to go out, and no one dared to try to see what had happened.

Such a loud noise and the aura that it emanated, under such a cold night sky, pressured people to the point that they almost suffocated.

The sky of the capital was falling.

This phrase appeared in the minds of everyone who woke up.

At the same time, in the main hall of the Lan manor, several figures could be seen. On top of them was a middle-aged man with a solemn expression.

The atmosphere in the hall was depressing. No one spoke a word.

After a long time, a plump man couldn't help but say, "They're making their move."

Someone shook his head. "Let Kingdom Supervisor Temple kill him!"

Another said, "That courtyard is not simple. Perhaps the elderly dean still has some cards up his sleeves."

Within the Shang Kingdom, although the Lan family and the Gao Family were both families that had made the country proud, they did not have much of a relationship. Even after thousands of years, when they fought for power and influence, the relationship between the two families had become unfathomable.

Right now, there was a war between Red Star Academy and the Lan family. This was definitely a great thing for the Lan family.

However, the biggest problem was, if Kingdom Supervisor Temple lost, then it meant that there was a terrifying power hidden within the courtyard, and that power would be a threat to them.

Should he make a move?

All the members of the Lan family understood this logic and turned to look at the middle-aged man.

After pondering for a long time, the man said, "Pass down the order to close the gate of the family. No one is allowed to go in or out before daybreak."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

At this time, deep within the Lin Family Palace, the current Patriarch of the Lin Family also issued a command like this, which strictly prohibited all people with Lin Family from going out.

In the depths of the imperial palace, in that ice-cold palace, only a few figures remained. Only a few people stood there silently.

Above them was a young man in a dragon robe, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age. He had a well-proportioned build, a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, and starry eyes.

He opened his mouth: "Do you guys think Gao Family will lose?"

The young man did not use the word "Kingdom Supervisor Temple", but rather, Gao Family. The meaning behind these words differed greatly, as if he had also expressed a certain type of stance.

The imperial family and the academy and the Gao Family held three different positions.

Now that Gao Family and the academy were at war, they belonged to the third party.

Below, no one spoke. Whether or not they would send out their troops, perhaps their young Emperor would already have an answer for them. Since that was the case, why would they say anything more?

The battle in the depths of the academy had already ended.

But the battle between Qin Meng and Gao Tianlong was still going on.

Tens of minutes passed, and the two of them were already on the verge of fighting. Their fighting spirit was flourishing, and if this battle were to take place below the capital, then at least several miles of buildings would have been destroyed.

Even so, the fluctuations of the battle between the two continued to spread out, causing everyone to feel suffocated.

Aooo!

A Giant Beast that looked like a dragon, but not a dragon, tiger and yet not a tiger, materialized in the sky.

In the next moment, the Giant Beast pounced towards Qin Meng.

During this process, the spirit energy in all directions throbbed, and the power of the stars poured down like a galaxy from the heavens, enveloping the Giant Beast's body.

This was a terrifying cultivation technique.

The Divine Dragon and Tiger Art was an ancient art. It was passed down from generation to generation and cultivated to the extreme. A dragon's roar and tiger's hiss was enough to destroy the heaven and earth.

Bang!

The beast stamped its feet in the air, and a mountain-like force exploded forth. Cracks appeared in the space that had withstood the power of the hooves, as though a mirror.

He stepped onto the void and shattered it.

These two words surfaced in Qin Meng's mind, his heart involuntarily trembled, he looked at Gao Tianlong, his gaze becoming more serious.

Ancient dragon and tiger elephant, this technique was truly terrifying.

Weng! *

As the power pressed down, it suppressed the heaven and earth around him and enveloped Qin Meng completely. Although he was shocked in his heart, he did not retreat, but chose to move forward instead.

He held the sword tightly in his hand and let out a light cry as a mysterious force suffused the air.

In the next moment, he brandished his sword. His sword was sometimes slow and sometimes fast, flickering with light and flowing with water. The Sword Intent hummed as it pierced through half the sky.

From afar, his figure seemed increasingly nimble and nimble. Amidst the ethereal sword images, a sort of gentleness seemed to permeate. Accompanied by the wind and snow, he seemed even more like a young sword god that stood above the nine heavens.

Bang!

He flicked his sword, and the will of ten thousand swords blossomed out. After that, he stabbed out with his sword again. The third sword strike slashed down, and the snow and wind stilled. The silver moon dimmed.

It was only until the fourth sword strike that he suddenly sped up. At this moment, it was as if his entire person and his sword had become one. He had reached a state of being at the highest level, like a supreme deity.

One with the sword.

The speed was too fast, so fast that the Giant Beast could not react at all. With a pfft, only a sound was heard, and it lowered its head. It was shocked to discover that there was a large hole in its chest.

Not only that, its left arm suddenly dropped as if it had been cut by a sharp sword. Soon after, its left arm was also cut off, its body breaking inch by inch. Dark red blood dyed the sky.

"You!"

The figure of the Giant Beast slowly disappeared as Gao Tianlong's face appeared. He opened his eyes wide, turned around and stared straight at Qin Meng's quiet back.

Four sword strikes.

Every sword strike landed on his body, but the speed was too fast. He did not realize that only after some time had passed did the power of Sword Truth begin to appear.

How did he do it?

Was this the demeanor of a sword immortal?

Gao Tianlong suddenly choked as his body started to tremble violently.

"Have you heard of the Manor's Three Swords?"

Qin Meng slowly turned around and spoke softly.

He was at a loss for words, but in his heart, there was a sense of fear. The three swords of Zhuang Zi, the Heavenly Son Sword, the noble sword, and the Shuntian sword, could it be that he had inherited one of the three swords?

Qin Meng spoke again: "It seems, you also know, that's right, the sword in my hand is one of the three swords, the last sword strike is a concubine sword."

Indeed.

Gao Tiancong's expression became complex. He hung his head, watching helplessly as his own body disintegrated and his life disappeared. His heart was filled with bitterness and unwillingness.

His cultivation realm was higher than Qin Meng's and his strength was also stronger than his, but he had to admit that he lost.

Shi Ren Sword.

He wanted to laugh, but unfortunately, he could no longer do so. In the end, his breath was cut off, and his broken body plummeted straight down.

Pfft!

High up in the air, Qin Meng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale white, the hand holding onto the sword, was actually trembling, very quickly, strands of blood flowed out from his sleeves, staining the sword red.

"The power of the Ancient Dragon and Tiger Elephant is indeed no small matter. It is just like a small mountain, heavy like Mt. Tai." Qin Meng said softly, if he did not have the sword of the bastard, he would have lost this battle.