Chapter 68
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Outside.
Shen Shu's Sword Dao realm improved rapidly. Before coming to the Dao discussion, he had already broken through to the Grandmaster Realm and was on par with Helan Ze.
That was why he could fight across realms.
Shen Shu calmly blocked the sword attack that swept toward him. As he waved his long sword, the young man's face became sharper and more handsome. His eyes were like cold stars.
However, as the battle continued, he saw that Shen Shu's long sword slowly cracked.
This was not Shen Shu's Natal Sword. It was just an ordinary sword that could not withstand too much spiritual power.
In the past few years, he had almost finished preparing the materials for Shen Shu. After returning, he could teach him how to refine his Natal Sword. By then, Shen Shu would no longer be burdened by weapons.
Amidst the chaos, Ye Yunlan's expression was calm. He was protected by his disciple and did not need to fight. He could think on his own. Most of his thoughts were related to Shen Shu.
However, Nangong Qing suddenly attacked him with his sword.
"I don't believe it —" Nangong Qing's face was ferocious. "How can there be a sword cultivator in this world who can defeat me with a mortal body —!"
Shen Shu was entangled by the Nascent Soul cultivators. He wanted to turn around and protect Nangong Qing, but because he was too anxious, a wound appeared on his arm. He did not notice it at all.
However, Ye Yunlan had already attacked again.
The sword light flashed.
Upstairs, Chen Weiyuan's finger suddenly drew a few incantations in the air.
Chen Xianyu vaguely sensed something and said in surprise, "Elder Brother?"
Chen Weiyuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "Hmm?"
Chen Xianyu said, "Nothing, nothing."
A fierce wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth.
The wind rustled the trees, and the banners of the vendors in the town fluttered.
The sword was dripping blood.
Nangong Qing had completely fallen to the ground.
As for the person who attacked, the fence was suddenly blown away by the fierce wind when the sword light flashed.
His long hair fell down like a waterfall, winding on the snow-white fox fur coat.
He held his sword and stood in the sunlight. Although he was wearing a fox fur coat, his face was paler than the fox fur coat, as if it was made of ice and snow.
Only the corners of his eyes were red, like red plum blossoms blooming in ice and snow. It was soul-stirring.
The noisy crowd suddenly went silent for a moment.
The teacup in Chen Weiyuan's hand fell on the table, splashing a few drops of water.
Xu Qingyue slowly looked at the shadow on the street. After a long time, she suddenly asked, "Shixiong, who is he?"
Chen Weiyuan didn't say anything. He just stared at the figure on the street. His fingers, which were used to playing chess, curled up slightly, as if he wanted to grab something.
On the streets.
However, Ye Yunlan seemed to have suddenly noticed something. She turned her head and met a pair of pitch-black eyes on the third floor of the Celestial Seeking Pavilion, which seemed to be filled with stars …
Those were familiar words.
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