While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

Beside him was a handsome teenager, his face full of shrewdness and playfulness, with a carefree and irreverent air.

At such an age, it's impossible that he's Yan Nantian.

So... these two must be Yan Nantian's sword attendants or something like that.

Some big shots in the martial arts world are very particular about their pomp and circumstance. Some are always surrounded by a large group of people, and they shout and announce to everyone they meet, so that everyone knows that a great person has arrived.

This is not surprising.

Although I've never heard of Yan Nantian having this quirk, after so many years, who knows if his tastes have changed?

So everyone looked in the direction the two had come from.

Unfortunately, none of them resembled the "Wedding Dress Divine Sword" at all.

Xie Xiaofeng glanced at the two of them and calmly asked, "Where is Yan Nantian 27?"

The elegant young man remained silent, but the handsome youth laughed and said, "To deal with a junior like you, my master doesn't even need to personally intervene!"

What? Yan Nantian didn't come?

The onlookers were greatly disappointed upon hearing this.

However, Yan Nantian did not arrive, but they came to keep the appointment. Who will fight?

Without prior arrangement, everyone's eyes, including Xie Xiaofeng's, were fixed on the handsome young man.

The elegant young man bowed and said, "I am Jiang Wuque, and this is my younger brother, Jiang Xiaoyu. I have come here on behalf of my master to fulfill our agreement."

Jiang Wuque?

Upon hearing this name, everyone felt unfamiliar with it.

Clearly, Jiang Wuque is far less famous than Xie Xiaofeng.

However, since this person is Yan Nantian's top disciple and has been allowed to fight on behalf of his master, he must be no ordinary opponent.

He was not well-known before, perhaps because he had not yet mastered his skills, and only now has he begun to make his way in the world.

Therefore, although Jiang Wuque was an unknown figure, no one dared to underestimate him.

Of course, the vast majority of people are not optimistic about it.

After all, a person's reputation is built step by step, and Xie Xiaofeng's fame is something that a novice in the martial arts world can't compare to.

Almost everyone thought Xie Xiaofeng was destined to win, including Xie Xiaofeng himself.

He has complete self-confidence.

Despite his confidence, he remained completely cautious.

Never underestimate anyone, and always give your all when facing an enemy – this is a principle he has adhered to since his debut.

Having identified his opponent for the day, Xie Xiaofeng, without further ado, raised his sword and said calmly, "Please."

"Brother, kill him! Teach him how to be a decent human being in his next life!" Jiang Xiaoyu handed over the long sword, his face full of murderous intent.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuque seemed to have thought of something, and his gentle eyes turned cold.

He took the longsword and handed the folding fan to Jiang Xiaoyu.

Jiang Xiaoyu nodded, and Jiang Wuque stepped forward slowly, saying, "In this battle, we will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will also decide life and death."

Xie Xiaofeng remained expressionless and coldly said, "My sword has never shown mercy."

"bass--"

Two rapid yet long sword cries rang out simultaneously as the "Nine Songs Sword" and the "Cold Snow Sword" were drawn from their sheaths at the same time.

At the same time, two powerful sword intents erupted from Xie Xiaofeng and Jiang Wuque.

In an instant, the two figures became blurred, as if they were no longer flesh and blood, but were formed from sword energy.

A flash of dazzling white sword light, and the two people and their two swords clashed fiercely in front of everyone's eyes like two bolts of lightning!

Sword intent raged, sword energy swept across the scene, and the sunlight reflected off the bright blade shone on everyone's faces, creating an unpredictable interplay of light and shadow.

Just like the expressions on the faces of those insightful people among them at this moment.

Grandmaster Level 9!

Jiang Wuque's cultivation level had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster realm, two levels higher than Xie Xiaofeng's!

This really shocked everyone.

No one underestimated Jiang Wuque; everyone knew he was definitely strong, but no one expected him to be this ridiculously strong!

How did this kid cultivate? He's only in his twenties, and he's just one step away from becoming a Celestial Being!

How could he be ahead of Xie Xiaofeng? Does that mean his talent is even greater than Xie Xiaofeng's and Yan Nantian's back then?

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but flutter.

Jiang Sishui and Qin Keqing had already arrived and were watching the battle from the sidelines.

"Jiang Wuque? Jiang Xiaoyu? Yan Nantian's apprentice? It should be the two brothers, but they are so many years apart."

Jiang Sishui looked thoughtful, then her gaze fell on Jiang Wuque.

"Grandmaster level nine... what's going on?"

Compared to others who knew nothing about Jiang Wuque, he was even more surprised.

Xie Xiaofeng and Jiang Wuque are the same age, but the latter's cultivation level is higher. How is that possible?

He found it hard to believe that Jiang Wuque's talent surpassed that of Xie Xiaofeng, the "Emperor of Swords."

"Huh? Something's wrong!"

"Jiang Wuque's realm is profound and his true qi is powerful, but his sword intent is not as strong as Xie Xiaofeng's."

"This feeling……"

Jiang Sishui suddenly thought of Wuyazi.

"Transfer of power..."

Jiang Sishui murmured, a flash of inspiration in her mind, and then went to look at Jiang Wuque's true energy.

Extremely masculine and vigorous, fierce as fire...

"The Wedding Dress Divine Skill!" Jiang Sishui's eyes lit up.

I bitterly resent spending my years embroidering gold thread, only to end up making wedding gowns for others.

Perhaps only this can explain why Jiang Wuque's cultivation level is so high.

Just like him, this person directly stole a high-level account!

"Ding ding ding—"

Like a storm lashing a banana leaf, sparks flew amidst the layers of swords, and the Nine Songs Sword and the Cold Snow Sword clashed no less than a hundred times.

Suddenly, a pale golden sword light, over three feet long, emanated from the tip, enveloping the entire blade. 363

With a seven-foot blade sweeping and slashing, its movements shifting from light as a feather and ever-changing to powerful and forceful, directly forcing Jiang Wuque to retreat.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Xiaofeng swung his sword and lifted it from bottom to top!

The sword's edge pierced through the soil, and boundless sword energy, carrying a thick wave of earth, suddenly exploded with immense force, cleaving straight at Jiang Wuque.

At this moment, the sword intent filled the sky.

Not only was sword energy permeating every inch of the air, but even every grain of sand that shot towards Jiang Wuque became as sharp as an arrow, sweeping towards him relentlessly.

Jiang Wuque's sword also emitted a long light, and with a casual wave of his hand, he broke through Xie Xiaofeng's sword momentum.

Then, he started spinning like a top.

In an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of long swords were being wielded simultaneously from all directions, sweeping away the sand and gravel imbued with sword energy.

Before he could even catch his breath, a sword light suddenly appeared in front of him. The pale golden sword light, carrying an oppressive pressure, cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping him.

Jiang Wuque didn't change his move; he just kept spinning, like piercing through the water and rising straight up, unstoppable.

Xie Xiaofeng's eyes flashed, and he soared into the air like a dragon. He swept the Nine Songs Sword forward, and a waterfall of swords fell down, as brilliant as a rainbow, so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes.

This sword strike was incredibly fierce, yet Jiang Wuque did not retreat even a step.

He moved with lightning speed!

The next moment, dozens of "Jiang Wuque" appeared around Xie Xiaofeng.

213 Mutual Destruction? The Four Ghosts of Western Hunan and Xie Wangsun

As the sword waterfall swept across, more than a dozen "Jiang Wuque" figures disintegrated, but then quickly reformed.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of "Jiang Wuque" surrounded Xie Xiaofeng in circles.

With his sword at his side, Xie Xiaofeng appeared to be trapped in a vortex of sword blades in the eyes of onlookers.

Furthermore, this "sword-blade vortex" is constantly shrinking.

"Such superb lightness skill, even more impressive than 'Lingbo Weibu'. Could it be a sacred text?" Jiang Sishui pondered.

It seems that Jiang Wuque has his own special opportunity.

All around him were Jiang Wuque's figures, one after another. Xie Xiaofeng held his sword in front of him, his sharp gaze sweeping over them.