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The Aurora Sword shone brightly, looking like a silver snake swaying in the sky. It was extremely beautiful. That scorching and radiant flame was like a silver needle stabbed into the heavens and the earth, shining and illuminating the entire sky. With just this Aurora's aura, the pressure made everyone feel as if they were suffocating.

On the other hand, Zhao Jiannan's gaze turned incomparably hot under the reflection of the Aurora Sword. He actually developed a fighting spirit that was unmatched. He shouted in a clear voice, "Senior Brother, take out your life's best technique — Sword of Intent — and fight me to the death. I will definitely defeat you today!"

A faint smile appeared on Li Guangling's face as he placed his right hand on the sword. He thought to himself, "Old friend, I have troubled you today. Let us fight together with you." He began chanting the Supreme Sword Art, and an intangible intent was imbued into the sword.

With his two fingers lightly waving towards the sky, the treasured sword that was like a swimming dragon came out of its scabbard with a clang and disappeared. Only when the flying sword was skillfully flying back and forth in his hand did he realize the meaning of his life. He was born to be a swordsman and wholeheartedly focused on the path of the sword. He only wanted to fight Fang Xiu.

A cool breeze blew from the horizon, caressing his slender body. The sleeves of his black robe rolled in the wind.

Without any hesitation, he rushed into the sky and loudly said, "Junior Brother Zhao, I didn't expect that we would have a battle today. If his master knew about this, how would he feel? Forget it, I've been looking forward to seeing your Aurora Sword for a long time. Then let's kill to our heart's content! "

After they finished talking, they disappeared from the ground like a bolt of lightning. In the air, two fierce and terrifying figures collided at high speed. Li Guangling's life and death sword left many terrifying afterimages in the sky. Countless sword afterimages filled the sky, forming terrifying waves of attack that completely surrounded Zhao Jiannan.

The speed at which a person's thoughts could move was terrifying. The speed at which his intent sword moved would be so powerful that it would cut apart grass, leaving no place for them to hide. At this moment, there was a feeling of dread as thousands of swords struck out simultaneously. There was nowhere to run. The momentum was astonishing, and the scene of the battle became even more eye-catching.

Everyone on the ground could not help but break out in a cold sweat for Zhao Jiannan who was still in the air. The sword shadows, invisible sword Qis, his offensive and lethal powers were all apparent to them.

Zhao Jiannan was courageous and fearless as he charged into the seemingly endless stream of ten thousand swords single-handedly.

The silver snake's lightning ruthlessly flashed like a fiery dawn, burning the entire sky. It fiercely clashed with the countless ice-cold broken swords, and streaks of silver light flashed across the sky.

At that moment, it was as if a endless rain of sword rain fell from the sky and the sound of broken sword Dingdang falling on the ground could be heard everywhere. Silver rays of light engulfed the sky. There were gorgeous and magnificent flames, fire trees, and silver flowers. It was so beautiful that it was shocking, making one unable to even blink once.

There was no one in this world who could create such splendid fireworks again. There were some people, some things. Once they were missed, they would never be able to see each other again. This was the most intense collision between the most powerful and peerless famous swords in the world. In the battle between the Sword of Mercy and the Aurora Sword, once the flames of battle were ignited, it would burst into flames and become uncontrollable.

This brutal battle was just like a beautiful dream. No one could imagine how the dazzling flames and lightning were created in this battle.

This world had always been a world of the strong. How could the martial arts world, which was filled with experts, survive? Only the strong could win.

Li Guangling's Life and Death Sword was a tangible sword, but the force was an invisible psychokinesis. Thus, this sword was untraceable in the sky. It could bend and change as it pleased, everywhere it went. When it moved, it was as fast as lightning. When it was suspended in the air, its cold sword gleam was like a silver snake spitting out its murderous intent. Just looking at it made one's heart palpitate with fear.

Sometimes the beautiful flowers bloomed like a pear tree, sometimes like a row of egrets forming a line in the sky, so fast that they disappeared in a flash of lightning through the sky. Sometimes, it was like ripples on the calm surface of a water surface, and once a wave flooded out, it would cause countless ripples, causing a person's body to be covered with water. Under the effect of Li Guangling's abnormally strong psychokinesis, the Life and Death Sword created countless illusions that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Zhao Jiannan was stuck in the middle of the ten thousand swords, struggling to move. The dazzling sword afterimages dazzled his eyes. Now he was fighting with a strong will and a strong conviction.

His Zenith Light Sword was as fast as lightning, but no matter how fast it was, it would never be faster than this sword of will that covered the sky. With a single thought, his sword would move. A person's hand could never be faster than another person's thoughts. Therefore, this was the first time he was at a disadvantage in terms of speed. He was passively being controlled by others. However, if he were to give up now, he would no longer be Zhao Jiannan. It was true that the enemy was as powerful as a god, but there was definitely a way to break it. It was just that it would be difficult to deal with it in a short period of time.

Since he was unable to break through the barrier for the time being, he might as well avoid it and put up a good defense. The silver serpent's lightning no longer chased after the flying sword flowers, instead, it danced back and forth in front of Ye Chen's body, constantly shooting out sword attacks. A vigorous cutting force that was like the splendor of Xing Han bloomed in full bloom, cutting off the countless beautiful sword afterimages as it continued to block out the sword light.

Three feet in front of him was his lifeline. As long as he didn't give up, no one could break through his defense. As a result, when the crowd saw the fragments of the broken sword on the ground, they could actually see it so vividly.

Li Guangling was not annoyed. He knew that his Junior Brother's cultivation was profound, and if he dared to challenge him, he would not be defeated so easily. Brothers and sisters knew each other very well. A decisive battle would often end with a battle of faith. Whoever was braver, stronger, and firmer, could laugh to the end. Since he knew that Junior Martial Brother Zhao would never be able to break his ever-changing sword shadows, then he would naturally be defeated if he continued to exhaust himself to death.

Although a person's will would tire, it would definitely not be any faster than his body's exhaustion after a fierce battle. Therefore, it was undoubtedly a nightmare for him to meet an opponent from the Sword of Mercy. Regardless of whether it was the speed sword technique or the sustained impact, both were fully suppressed. What awaited them was the fate of the defeated opponent. The better part was that if he could hold on for a little longer, the outcome would not change at all.

This was the power of innate divine abilities. The reason why Ji Nanda's reputation was so hard to subdue. As long as Li Guangling was alive, he would send his army to their deaths no matter how many people he sent. With a single sword in hand, he was better than thousands upon thousands of men and horses. All the heroes were overshadowed by him.

The situation now was that wherever Zhao Jiannan went, Li Guangling's Sword of Mercy would follow and chase him down. Light filled the sky. The sword afterimages hummed as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest as they constantly attacked and bombarded the surroundings. Wang Xiuxian, Hong Jingtao and other famous experts were all terrified as they watched. They couldn't help but be afraid for Zhao Jiannan. Was this goddamned Li Guangling even human? Was this endless sword of will going to drive people crazy?

Zhao Jiannan's figure was constantly on the move as he used all his strength to cut off the endless sword afterimages. However, he was caught off guard and suffered a few remnants of the sword force. He did not have the time to check the situation when in a life or death situation.

As long as he passed by, it would be like a tornado blowing past a wall of grass, causing it to shatter into pieces. It was as if thousands of arrows had raked across the scene of disaster. Sword marks were everywhere, and they were shockingly powerful. Grass, wood, and stone were even shattered into pieces.

Da Ming Tang looked at the dangerous situation of the Ten Thousand Swords Formation and felt unresigned, "Damned Li Guangling, do you have to be so cruel? F * ck you, wasn't Zhao Jiannan always so awesome? Don't tell me he was hacked to death by Li Guangling just like that! "

Wang Xiuxian saw that Zhao Jiannan was not in a good situation, and said with pity in his heart, "Zhao Jiannan will never give up, it's just that the situation is not good for a moment. Young Master Hong must not underestimate him. I know that no matter what the circumstances are, this person will definitely charge forward and launch an all-out counterattack. "

"But I still don't think much of him. Hurry up and use your ultimate skill, otherwise you'll be hacked to death very soon. " Hong Jingtao frowned and said as he watched from the sidelines.

Wang Xiuxian wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and lied, "My young master, can't you say something nice? Zhao Jiannan is a famous person in our city. You can't let others see him as a joke. "

"All right. Zhao Jiannan, you definitely can do it. We believe in you, kill that bastard Li Guangling! " Hong Jinglang cheered and cheered at Zhao Jiannan who was in the sky. His cheers drew the attention of countless people, including those who rolled their eyes and criticized Zhao Jiannan. He didn't care what others thought of him. Since he had the free time, he might as well consider the situation. He moved closer to Wang Xiuxian and whispered, "How long do you think he can last?" I'll bet an incense stick of time. "

When Wang Xiuxian heard that he would die from anger after the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he looked at him and said in a speechless manner, "Forget it, let's just watch the show."