The youth looked at the Three Swords indifferently, the corner of his mouth turning up.

"Dragon King Upper God Hall, Ye!"

Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy!

The Three Swords were massively shaken. They had already guessed that the three bosses must have something to rely on.

But they had never imagined that a Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy would actually appear here.

The Twelve Dragon Envoys from the Dragon King Hall.

The Sub-Temple Dragon Envoy was the weakest in strength, but already at the Core Formation Yellow Grade.

Originally, a White Dragon Envoy nearly wiped out the entire Golden-Faced Buddha Group.

And a Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy had even more formidable power, having reached the Golden Core Earth Grade realm.

A Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy could kill two Sub-Temple Dragon Envoys in seconds.

The blond youth looked at the Three Swords indifferently, his face full of the indifference of a god toward ants.

He didn't even care about the life and death of the Three Swords and the others.

Just like how humans don't care about the life and death of any ant.

"Three Dragon Envoys actually fell at your hands. I'm starting to doubt the truth of this news."

"Tell me, how did you kill the White Dragon Envoy and the Envoys of the Purple and Azure Dragons?"

There was a trace of cold sneer at the corner of the youth's mouth, his face still indifferent.

The Three Swords struggled helplessly, but one bit his lip firmly and said nothing.

Yue Tianming watched as the youth finally appeared.

Furthermore, without even making a move, he had suppressed the famously formidable Three Swords and others.

Yue Tianming was overjoyed.

It was like a person about to drown at the bottom of the sea, encountering a yacht.

The joy of a narrow escape from death nearly made Yue Tianming faint.

"Respected Dragon Envoy sir, as the rumors go in the Mortal World, it is they who dared to defy the Dragon King Hall and killed three Dragon Envoys."

Yue Tianming called out hoarsely from the side, his expression extremely pleased.

The blond youth turned his head and glanced at Yue Tianming faintly.

Yue Tianming saw his eyes [that were] deep as the sea, radiating divine might.

His head buzzed, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, fainting.

Yue Tianming dared not speak anymore.

"Run!"

Seizing the moment the blond youth turned his head, one of the Three Swords shouted and lunged forward.

Alas, the will to fight had completely collapsed in Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao.

The two of them slumped to the ground, unable to even crawl up.

In the hand of the blond youth, a streak of sword light that resembled a ribbon suddenly illuminated, turning the entire office snow-white.

The one from the Three Swords only felt thousands of bone-chilling coldness assaulting his entire body.

His whole being seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

This feeling was the sensation of death.

The one from the Three Swords, filled with a desperate heart, pulled out a dagger to protect himself.

He rushed forward recklessly.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the dagger in the hand of the one from the Three Swords instantly shattered into countless pieces of scrap metal.

The Sword Intent of the youth was unaffected and continued to strike over his entire body.

The one from the Three Swords was horrified. In his life, he had never encountered such a terrifying swordsmanship!

Just at that moment, the ceiling above cracked, and a figure swooped down on the youth like a falcon.

He held a heavy sword in his hand, as if it were a divine sword fallen from the sky.

The Heavy Sword glowed with a purple-gold brilliance, creating thousands of sword shadows that struck down at the head of the youth.

Yang Fei finally appeared!

He activated Snake Stupefaction, successfully evading the blond youth's perception, and launched a critical hit at this moment.

With this sword, Yang Fei exerted all his strength.

The ferocity of Extreme Tiger, the overwhelming force of Elephant Extreme, the venomousness of Snake Extreme, the tranquillity of Turtle Extreme.

The four completely different forces exploded with their strongest fighting power, slashing at the youth with one sword.

The youth suddenly faced the attack, his face still devoid of fear.

The longsword sweeping through the Three Swords suddenly spun around in midair to meet Yang Fei's Army-destroyer Heavy Sword.

The youth's swordsmanship had already reached the Unity of Man and Sword in the Spirit Communication Realm.

The sword in his hand seemed to become a part of his body, as naturally responsive as his own limbs, the swordsmanship was exquisite.

Clash!

A clear, crisp metallic clang erupted in the air, sparking a great cluster of Mars, dazzlingly bright.

Yang Fei felt a chilling Sword Qi envelop his entire body.

He was taken aback.

His all-out strike with the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army actually couldn't stop the golden-haired youth's casual, backward sword stroke.

His Sword Momentum flowed like mercury, seeping through every gap.

Yang Fei performed a somersault, retreating backwards.

But the youth's longsword, like a venomous snake, immediately coiled around Yang Fei.

Yang Fei activated the Yu Step beneath his feet, stepping in the directions of the Innate Trigrams.

He dodged and weaved with divine skill in the office, retreating as if godlike.

Yet, no matter where he retreated, the youth's sword would follow pursuit.

The all-encompassing Sword Intent was like a Heavenly Net.

Office desks, chairs, the Cloisonné vase, the liquor cabinet...

In an instant, the furnishings in the office were shredded to pieces by the sword's light.

Yang Fei's clothes were like a spider's web, tattered and torn.

And his chest and back were covered with a dense array of bloodstains.

Under the Yu Step, the youth's sword couldn't inflict a serious wound.

However, the pervasive, invisible Sword Intent had already injured his skin.

Yang Fei felt the youth's sword technique

was something he seemed to have seen somewhere before, incredibly familiar yet also completely foreign.

And deep in his mind, there seemed to be another sword technique capable of countering this lightning-fast sword technique.

But in this life-and-death moment, he just couldn't recall it.

Finally, the youth let out a long howl.

His longsword drew countless sword flowers, descending upon Yang Fei's head.

This strike, like spring blossoms falling, was inescapable and unable to be defended against.

In the air, along with this stroke, countless vortices appeared.

These vortices formed a wildly raging Sword Momentum storm.

And Yang Fei was at the center of this sword storm.

And then, at that moment, the golden-haired youth's Martial Arts Energy Field suddenly activated.

The invisible, intangible Force Field locked Yang Fei's form in place.

Though the restraint lasted only a brief instant,

to a Martial Arts Master engaged in a life-and-death duel, it was more than enough.

Yang Fei hadn't expected the golden-haired youth to use the Martial Arts Energy Field at this moment.

His body stiffened instantly, and he was greatly alarmed.

Yang Fei wanted to use the Yu Step to dissolve the Martial Arts Energy Field but it was already too late.

In just a brief moment, the youth's Sword Momentum storm engulfed Yang Fei's whole body.

"Watch out, Brother Fei!"

The Swordsman, leaning against the hall wall with the unstoppable Sword Intent pressuring him, was now unable to maintain his footing.

At this moment, seeing the dire situation, he couldn't help but shout out loud.

Just then, Yang Fei's Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army suddenly slowed down.

The Army-destroyer Heavy Sword hummed.

Enshrouded in countless purple-gold flames in the shape of patterns, it swung obliquely to one side.

His stroke had no set form or intent to block, looking utterly bizarre.

However, the golden-haired youth's Sword Momentum was naturally attracted by his Army-destroyer Heavy Sword and veered off slightly.

The Sword Momentum followed the direction of the Army-destroyer Heavy Sword, missing Yang Fei to the left.

His!

Yang Fei's left shoulder burst into blood.

And all the furniture on his left suddenly exploded, turning into numerous, neatly fragmented pieces.

The youth was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"The Great Xumi Sword?"

Yang Fei finally saw the youth's sword clearly.

It was a semi-transparent Soft Sword, as flexible as a Spirit Snake.

No wonder he couldn't discern the Sword Shadow.

The youth didn't strike again, his face full of surprise.

"Where did you learn your Great Xumi Sword Technique?"

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