A murderous aura enveloped the entire space. Zhao Deyan, who had been forced back by Qiao Feng's palm, looked at Yan Thirteen in horror.
Even though he was so far away, he could still feel the suffocating sword intent.
Flee!
At this moment, Zhao Deyan was already prepared to escape. Yagyu Malone was definitely no match for the swordsman in black.
Once he died, Yan Shisan would be free to deal with him, not to mention now, there were still those bastards from the Network.
The two of them were both in the Peerless Realm. Although they were in the initial stage, the two of them were assassins and were proficient in the path of assassination.
In fact, when Ying Yichen had appeared, he had a bad feeling.
"Damn it, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have cooperated with those guys.”
Zhao Deyan's eyes flickered. He did not get any benefits and instead got himself into trouble.
"Trying to escape?"
Qiao Feng's body trembled, and the clothes on his upper body were torn to shreds, revealing his muscular body. Looking at Zhao Deyan's wandering eyes, he knew what he was thinking.
Stomp, stomp!
He drew a circle with his hands and a golden dragon rushed out. Qiao Feng laughed loudly and leaped onto it.
Zhao Deyan's mouth twitched when he saw Qiao Feng riding on the Golden Dragon.
After a short exchange, he knew how difficult it was to deal with this guy. His cultivation was about the same as his, but his palm technique was very terrifying.
In particular, that strong spiritual power had an inexplicable restraining effect on him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Zhao Deyan didn't face him head-on. His figure flickered in the air as his eyes scanned the surroundings.
The scene in the air left everyone dumbstruck. No one had expected that a Peerless Realm expert who had been famous for a long time would be forced to this extent.
Qiao Feng wasn't the only one who sensed Zhao Deyan's intention to escape. The others also sensed it.
"Great Qin…"
The Sect Master of Kind Boathouse, Fan Qinghui, looked at Zhao Deyan with a complicated gaze.
Among the few great empires, Great Qin's comprehensive power could be said to be the strongest. Ying Zheng had the courage to swallow up the entire world, and now, the Wang Clan of Great Qin had a proud son of heaven like Ying Yichen.
The power of Kind Boathouse was mainly in Great Sui.
Now, seeing how powerful Great Qin was, she was considering whether she should establish a branch in Great Qin.
However, when she thought about Ying Yichen's domineering attitude, a hint of hesitation appeared on Fan Qinghui's face. Great Qin was different from Great Sui.
Great Sui could collapse at any time now, so the orthodox of the white path, Kind Boathouse, had unparalleled authority.
However, Great Qin was incredibly united internally and externally. As for the remaining members of the Six Nations, they were nothing more than clowns.
Great Sui could tolerate Cihang Jingzhai, but that did not mean that Great Qin could tolerate Cihang Jingzhai.
"Fei Xuan…"
Fan Qinghui hesitated for a moment before looking at a white-robed woman.
"Master…"
Shi Feixuan was stunned, then she looked at her master with an indifferent expression.?
"I want to establish a branch of Kind Boathouse in Great Qin. What do you think?。”
Fan Qinghui took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on Shi Feixuan. This beloved disciple of hers was also the most outstanding disciple of Kind Boathouse at the moment.?
"I think it's feasible. Now that the flames of war are raging in the Nine Provinces, my Kind Boathouse should stand up and help the people in danger.”
Shi Feixuan's gaze flickered slightly, then she spoke without hesitation.?
While Fan Qinghui and her disciple were conversing, the other forces were also discussing.
They all had the same goal as Kind Boathouse-they wanted to poke their hands into Great Qin. After all, they could not put all their eggs in one basket.
However, they were also worried about whether Great Qin would allow it.
If Great Qin did not allow it, it would be useless. By then, before they could even establish a branch, they would be uprooted.
However, this matter was not urgent for the time being. Everything would wait until the White Tiger and the War God Catalog appeared.
"Chenchen, I'll leave this matter to you. After this matter is over, I'll go and meet this Eldest Young Master of Great Qin.”
"Whether or not the Yin Weed Sect can establish a branch in Great Qin requires his approval.”
Empress Yin, Zhu Yuyan, had her own plans as well. She looked at the barefooted, fairy-like young girl beside her.
She was the successor of Yin Weed Sect, and she was known as the Demoness in Great Sui Empire. Like Shi Feixuan, she was not only on the Hidden Dragon Roll but also on the Hundred Flower Roll.?
Shi Feixuan was ranked twenty-second on the Hidden Dragon Rank, thirteenth on the Hundred Flower Rank, and Huanhuan was ranked twenty-sixth on the Hidden Dragon Rank and seventeenth on the Hundred Flower Rank.?
The rankings were updated once a year, and there were huge changes every time.
"Yes, Master."
Huanhuan smiled and nodded. She looked at Ying Yichen, who was standing in the air with his hands behind his back, and her eyes shone with a strange light.
While everyone was talking, the battle in the void was coming to an end. Yagyu Malone was panting heavily. Blood had dyed his white kimono red, and his body was covered in sword marks.
Fresh blood dripped down from his arm. Yagyu Malone looked at the opposite side with a sharp gaze. He was also very shocked.
Monster, the swordsman in black was a monster.
Although he had blocked the tenth sword, it was as if he had survived from hell. It was too terrifying. Each sword was stronger than the last.
Looking at Zhao Deyan, who was running away like a mouse, Yagyu Malone's eyes were filled with hatred. If it weren't for this guy, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
This was especially true for the Yagyu family disciples who had followed him to Great Qin. They had all become souls in the hands of the net.
All of this was Zhao Deyan's fault. How hateful…Especially when he thought of what Ying Yichen had said before, about suppressing Fusang.
"Sir, I want to ask, how many swords do you have left?”
Yagyu Malone took a deep breath and looked at Yan Thirteen calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Crane Feather City fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Yan Shisan. They wanted to know how many more of that terrifying sword move there were.
"The eleventh sword…"
Yan Thirteen ignored Yagyu Malone's words. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand and spoke in a cold voice.
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