White mist rose from the Jade Forest Garden, shrouding the rivers, lakes, and forests.
Then, the white mist disappeared, and everything seemed to return to its original state. However, if one looked closely, one would notice that the void was shaking like water ripples. Everything in front of one's eyes seemed to be there, but not there at the same time.
Although he had many secrets and was unwilling to have his breath attached to him, for safety's sake, Mengqi accepted Su Li's goodwill.
If there was a possibility of his secrets being exposed, it was not impossible for him to remove his breath!
None of the "heroes" who came to the Sumptuous Fruits Banquet withdrew. Even though they knew that their strength was far inferior to Xuanzhen and the others, they still stepped into the illusory realm. To them, Xuanzhen, Aunt Bai, and Killing Blade could easily encounter each other and fight in advance. They did not seek to be the champion, but to hide until the last few came out, they would be in the limelight!
Looking at them crossing the water ripples and entering the illusory formation, the old Emperor laughed and said, "Under most circumstances, we can directly see the battle in the illusory realm. However, sometimes, in order not to weaken the effect of the illusory realm, there will be fog and darkness in a few areas, preventing us from seeing the actual battle. After all, some people are good at surprise attacks rather than fighting head-on, so we have to give them a fair chance. Of course, my subjects, you can feel the surrounding area through the breath attached to you, so that it will not be covered by fog and darkness."
His explanation was clear, and the officials of the imperial court had no objections.
Finally, the Crown Prince, Prince Jin, and Zhao Heng also entered the illusory realm.
Mengqi felt his body passing through layers of water ripples. It was wet and heavy. Then, his vision blurred, and he saw a canyon.
Looking up, there was only a line in the sky. On both sides of the canyon were steep cliffs mixed with greenery.
In the middle of the canyon, there stood five disciples of aristocratic families in embroidered robes, looking around blankly.
Then, they saw Mengqi.
"Killing Blade!"
"Su Meng!"
"He actually bumped into him!"
With a low cry, they were full of vigilance. They wanted to retreat, but they were also afraid that they would be hunted down and lose the chance to resist.
Mengqi held the saber in his right hand. His expression was calm as he walked towards them step by step. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on their hearts, causing them to tremble. They felt that the Frenzied Saber in front of them had grown even taller.
His pace was neither fast nor slow, and it was extremely oppressive, making the five aristocratic children feel especially tormented. They felt that it was better to walk slowly, so that they and the others would have a chance to think of countermeasures, but they also felt that it was difficult to wait, so it was better to "die early and reincarnate early".
"My dear ministers, your nephews are still too inexperienced. Killing Blade has taken away their momentum and suppressed their spirits." The old Emperor rubbed his saggy eyes and smiled at Song Shouren and the other important ministers of the court.
These five young masters were from the Song Clan of Lu Yang, the Zhang Clan of Long Nan, and other top aristocratic families.
"They were born later, and the highest cultivation is only Eight Acupores. Facing Killing Blade who can break through at any time, it's inevitable that they are afraid." Song Shouren stroked his short beard, showing his excellent self-restraint.
"Born later …" The old Emperor did not continue and only smiled. In terms of age, the five aristocratic children were probably one or two years older than Su Ziyuan.
After all, Zhang Yuanli, the legitimate son of the Zhang Clan of Long Nan, restrained his fluctuating emotions and said in a low voice, "There are at least five of us, and this place is narrow. It's difficult to dodge and maneuver. If we fight, we may not lose. Even if we can't beat him, we can still find an opportunity to escape. It's better than being chased by him!"
Song Quanlue nodded and said, "My brother has mastered the Sky-burning Grand Sun Palm, and my Houtu Life-and-Death Sword is not weak. My brothers are the same. If we fight, we may have a chance."
Just when the five of them had made up their minds and their momentum was rising, Mengqi suddenly laughed and quickened his pace like a white elephant, causing the ground to tremble slightly. In an instant, the momentum of the five was disrupted.
Song Quanlue took a deep breath and pointed the long sword in his hand, drawing the outline of plum blossoms full of vitality. His killing intent was hidden in the dark, but it was not obvious at all.
Zhang Yuanli and the others skillfully separated and attacked Mengqi's vital parts with their palms like the Grand Sun and their sabers like the sky.
Clang! The long saber was unsheathed. Mengqi raised his right hand high and chopped down heavily.
Clang!
Under this heavy and horrifying saber momentum, Song Quanlue's sword art could not change at all. It was like an embroidery needle meeting a mace. All the delicate arrangements were destroyed and he could not use any of his follow-up moves. The saber and the sword collided.
He suddenly felt the web between his thumb and index finger split open, and his long sword fell from his hand.
A heavy sword without a sharp edge, a great skill does not work … At this moment, a sentence once said by an elder flashed in his mind.
After breaking Song Quanlue's long sword with his saber, Mengqi turned on his heel and slightly leaned his body. His long saber, like a Jiao Dragon, chopped toward Zhang Yuanli and the others.
Clang, clang, clang! They all hit Mengqi, but the faint golden light did not flicker.
He waved his long saber horizontally like a long stick, sweeping them away with an extremely terrible force.
Lights and shadows flashed, and the five young masters disappeared one after another. They were lured out by their elders.
The battle was over in a short span of one or two breaths. The ministers of the imperial court did not even have time to comment.
"Now you know the difference between us …" Song Shouren looked at the ashamed Song Quanlue in front of him with a serious expression.
Song Quanlue lowered his head. His face was flushed red, and he nodded slightly.
The other spectators breathed a sigh of relief. The Killing Blade probably did not even use half of his strength.
Mengqi carried his long saber and stepped out of the canyon. He saw a person walking toward him in the barren wilderness. It was Aunt Bai.
"Haha, it's better to be on time than to be early." Aunt Bai's aura rose. The feeling of savagery was like a mountain, like a terrible fierce beast.
Mengqi squinted his eyes slightly. He felt his body become heavy, as if he was bound by the earth. Every move he made required more strength than before.
His original plan was to avoid Aunt Bai and the others, eliminate the small fries, and meet up with Ruan Yushu and the others before they were defeated. That way, he would have a seventy to eighty percent chance of winning. But things did not always go according to one's wishes.
"They met directly …" Zhang Yuanli collected his thoughts and observed the battle in the illusion. His expression suddenly became excited because Killing Blade and Aunt Bai had encountered each other.
Although the number one on the Ranking List of Young Masters was extremely powerful, Aunt Bai was not in the same realm as him.
Would the Killing Blade be defeated right from the start?
This encounter attracted the attention of most people. Compared to other places where the masters eliminated the small fries, the clash between masters was obviously more interesting.
Aunt Bai laughed and said, "I've wanted to fight you again for a long time!"
She rushed forward and punched out with a heavy and terrifying punch, as if she could shatter a mountain. The pressure and the feeling of collapse made it difficult for Mengqi to breathe.
What was more frightening was that the earth around her was like a cage, binding everything. All movements were extremely difficult, and he could not move faster even if he wanted to. It seemed that he could only fight her head-on!
"Then let's fight!" Mengqi roared. His tongue was like spring thunder, shaking off the shackles slightly. He displayed his bladesmanship, simple and unadorned, but each strike was heavier than the one before. It was as if thunder was slowly descending from the sky.
He actually chose to fight Aunt Bai head-on. His muscles bulged and his clothes bulged, making him look like another fierce beast in human form.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The saber and fists clashed continuously. The dull sound caused the blood of an aristocratic family disciple hiding nearby to churn, causing him to flee in panic.
Unexpectedly, Mengqi resisted Aunt Bai's attack and did not retreat even half a step. His strength did not seem to be weak at all!
"Since when can the number one on the Ranking List of Young Masters fight head-on against a Half-step Exterior Scenery master who has achieved Oneness of Heaven and Men …" Song Quanlve was dumbfounded.
In his eyes, Mengqi had become a monster in human skin.
Song Shouren glanced at him and said calmly, "It's not that he doesn't want to fight and avoid the brunt of her attacks. It's just that Aunt Bai has used the power of the earth to bind him. His Body Movements are unfavorable, so he can only fight head-on."
"But, but his strength …" This was what Song Quanlve could not accept the most.
Song Shouren's eyes were vicious. "His main skill is especially good at strength. Currently, the power of a normal strike is above that of an ordinary Half-step, not too far off from Aunt Bai's. Moreover, after achieving Oneness of Heaven and Men, he can borrow a little of the Mighty Force of Nature."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "Most importantly, every strike of his strikes hits Aunt Bai's weakest point. Because of this, he doesn't seem to be at a disadvantage. This is the advantage of his realm of moves surpassing Aunt Bai's."
"Of course, with Aunt Bai's realm and strength, she will become more and more valiant as she fights. Killing Blade will become more and more restrained, and the outcome will slowly emerge."
After Song Quanlve understood, he continued to watch the battle, focusing all his attention on Mengqi's attacks.
Although every strike of his was flat and direct, it was in accordance with the Dharma and Logos. It seemed to be able to cause the void to vibrate and be supported by thunder. Moreover, his strikes always hit the side of Aunt Bai's fist. If Aunt Bai hadn't been wearing a Precious Weapon glove, perhaps she would have been struck by the long saber!
The Song family's inherited skills were the "Houtu Life-and-Death Sword" and the "Virtuous Saber Technique". Song Quanlve had also gained some understanding of the saber technique. Now, the more he watched, the more shocked he became. It was as if he was watching a family elder demonstrate the saber technique, and he slowly became intoxicated.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The saber and the fist collided, and the momentum was terrifying.
Aunt Bai's feet were glued to the ground, and she barely moved. Mengqi, on the other hand, was making many changes.
Suddenly, Aunt Bai took a deep breath and circled around her chest. Suddenly, it was as if a mountain had moved, and her strength was distributed so that there was no weakness.
Mengqi's long saber turned into an arc, reaching out to the heavens, and met the attack with the power of nothingness.
"Puff!" The atmosphere was oppressive, and the saber and the fist seemed to stick together. Then, where they collided, a fierce wind howled and blew in all directions, disrupting the two's Qi dynamics.
Aunt Bai and Mengqi pondered for a moment, and then retreated at the same time. They each ran in a different direction, and did not continue fighting.
After the previous battle, both sides understood that it would take a long time to determine the winner. If their companion was defeated, the situation would be precarious. Therefore, they wisely separated and went to meet up first.
The people outside sighed, feeling rather disappointed.
As they ran, mist appeared around Mengqi, and the sky turned dark.
He projected his Will-projecting, and with the help of nature's feedback, he was on guard against sneak attacks.
Right at this moment, he felt an intense killing intent!
It was not an enemy who was competing for victory, but a real killing intent!
Outside the illusion, seeing Killing Blade's silhouette disappear into the mist, the others shifted their gazes to other places where they were fighting.
The old Emperor leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of his chair. He looked at the sky with a calm expression.
…
Changle, North Zhou Dynasty.
Gao Lan sat in a horse carriage, holding a cup of fine wine in his hand. He looked at the sparkling lake in front of him.
"I wonder who invited me here, and why do you have her relics?" His expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with disdain.
At this moment, a figure walked out of the forest beside the lake. She was as elegant as a fairy, and her white veil was otherworldly. Her appearance was hard to describe.
Gao Lan's expression changed slightly, and he looked a little excited. "You're not dead?"
Without getting up or taking a step, he had already appeared in front of the white-veiled woman.
The white-veiled woman was otherworldly and free. She said in a low voice, "I came according to fate, and I will leave according to fate. 'She' is indeed dead."
Gao Lan's expression changed a few times, and then turned cold. He sneered and said, "The eldest disciple of Shuiyue Nunnery is actually the Nirmanakaya of Mysterious Fairy."
Mysterious Fairy turned her head and seemed to be strolling around the lake. "The Mysterious Fairy's lineage has always been close to the various Middle Ages forces. She is not an evil spirit."
Gao Lan looked at Mysterious Fairy deeply, and did not speak. He walked side by side with her.
Both of them were quiet, and before they knew it, they had already circled the lake.
At this moment, Mysterious Fairy asked casually, "Where is your Saint Emperor's Token?"
"The Disillusionment Demon came to exchange for it, so I gave it to him. Anyway, I have no use for it." Gao Lan recalled the past, and could not help but sneer. "Speaking of which, I have to thank it. Without it, how could I secretly prove Tao and get out of trouble?"
"I'm afraid that the Saint Emperor's Token alone is not enough to secretly condense …" Mysterious Fairy said while looking at the lake.
Gao Lan snorted, and said in an extremely cold tone, "I still have one more thing. The Disillusionment Demon purposely did not ask, and I purposely did not mention it."
Mysterious Fairy did not speak anymore, and so did Gao Lan. Both of them circled the lake again, and then went their separate ways, without looking back.
…
Inside the palace.
Zhao Wuyan held a token inlaid with jewels in his hand. His whole body was changing from yellow to dark gold, and his breath was very terrifying.
Outside his door, Purple Roc Arrester Liu Shengming stood quietly. He looked at him for a while, and then turned around and walked toward the Tai Chi Palace.
Reaching out to push open the Tai Chi Palace, Liu Shengming saw a golden throne surrounded by nine dragons, and a skinny old man holding a bluish green lamp beside the throne.
The first thing he saw was a girl in white sitting on the golden throne.
She was ethereal and holy, delicate and perfect. Her jade-white hands were placed on the golden armrests, and she leaned against the back of the chair. Her expression was solemn, and her power was natural.
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