However, Wang Anfeng's left shoulder had been pierced by a sword while he was just smashing down that youth, rendered completely powerless.
The piercing Sword Intent of a thousand autumns of cold snow erged once again.
On Wang Anfeng's right Sword Finger.
Pure coldness and Sword Intent soared, causing Shi Huaidie's cheeks to ache as if slashed by a sword, contorting her actions involuntarily and rely stabbing into Wang Anfeng's left shoulder.
And at the sa ti, Wang Anfeng stepped forward, spun his body, and with that injured shoulder as a ram, he heavily ramd into Shi Huaidie, forcing her back two steps and clearing a distance of one foot.
Imdiately after, his right Sword Finger lifted.
The chill surged even stronger.
Qingfeng Edge Sword Intent, a thousand autumns one foot of snow.
The familiar Sword Intent caught Gong Yu's attention, and looking down, she saw the scattered Arrows, the familiar Fish Intestine Sword Master, and Lin Qiaofu's slightly pale face. Without any hesitation, she left behind Qianshan Si, who was brimming with Combat Will, and turned suddenly.
Then she exposed her own back to Qianshan Si, capable of striking the Heavenly Sect with Sword Intent.
At that mont, the sword in Qianshan Si's hand was like a teor splitting the sky, and in just an instant, it could penetrate Gong Yu's back, fulfilling his thirteen-year ambition, refining his Sword Intent to the utmost, and stepping into the Upper Third Rank Grandmaster Realm.
Ten years spent in martial practice honing the sword, three years in the midst of battles far and wide nourishing the sword, an unwavering, relentless thirteen years without retreat or laxity.
Today, Qianshan Si would have struck Heavenly Sect with one sword.
Yet, this sword stroke ca to an abrupt halt.
The wind and snow whirled in reverse.
The piercing Sword Intent rebounded upon himself, Qianshan Si's face went white, and he coughed up blood profusely, standing in mid-air, all the Sharp Essence he had painstakingly accumulated through ten years of sword training and three years of battling scattered in this final mont.
He coughed up blood incessantly.
Nearly losing control of his movent technique, he nearly fell from the sky.
He turned his head towards the side of Yu Floating Mountain, tossing his sword in the direction of the incoming Arrows, a Swordsman with stunning talent, his sword that should have struck the Heavenly Gate but restrained itself turned in an instant into a swath of sword light that spanned dozens of feet, slashing through the mundane world.
It was as if he was venting his frustration.
Because he rashly stirred his Inner Strength again, Qianshan Si coughed up fresh blood and saluted Gong Yu with a clasped fist, saying loudly,
"Miss Gong Yu, I am unable to enjoy myself to the fullest today, I will return another day."
"Let it not be so next ti."
Below, the old man with broken legs and arms brightened, raising his hand to slap Xie Shan's forehead heavily, producing a crisp snap as if clapping, and he shouted loudly in praise,
"Good, good, good!"
"Had you struck Heavenly Gate today, it would have been rely the Heavenly Gate, but retreating your sword today is the true entering of the Heavenly Gate, signifying boundless prospects. In thirty years, you shall rank among the top three in the arena of Jianghu's Sword Dao!"
Su Zhengcheng looked at the lee occurring next to Wang Anfeng below, seeming sowhat helpless, he rubbed his brow, then said indifferently,
"Mount up, take up spears."
"The Forr Emperor has ordered a live capture; Wang Anfeng must not die."
"Understood!"
Dozens of miles away, a force of three hundred riders was rushing forth.
The leader, clad in black armor and wielding a spear, had a Jade Plaque the size of a thumb on one side of his clothing.
A Scholar in a green robe lay half-reclining in a bamboo chair, one hand propping up his chin. He observed the chessboard, with a strand of black hair falling over his forehead, appearing sowhat overly languid.
It was clearly a difficult and unresolved chess ga. Although the white pieces moved later and were at a disadvantage, they were strategic step by step, trapping and aiming to kill the black dragon. From the looks of it, with just a few moves, the white would nearly slay the large dragon.
The Scholar in green made his move.
He placed a black piece.
His own black stones were swiftly consud, yet the previously hopeless situation suddenly revealed a glimr of control as if the massive dragon had sprouted new angles.
What was dead now ca alive.
PS: The second update of today is here... It has not yet been revised, just putting it up after writing.
PS2: Thanks to the fan who asked for a minor character role, greatly appreciated
Indeed, it is a bit late haha, it can be said to be yesterday's second update, but the word count is enough, dear, over four thousand words, dear.
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