The Imperial Guards, like Yama, slaughtered until the Empress cried out for help.

Shen Qing's voice caught everyone off guard.

Jiang Guo suddenly turned his head and looked at Shen Qing on the roof of the pavilion.

"Who are you? Where is Zhou Hu?"

Shen Qing turned his gaze to Jiang Guo, who was holding a long red knife in his hand.

This red longsword is about two inches longer than Qinghe's. The blade is slender and gleams with a faint red light, indicating that the material is of extremely high quality. The hilt is carved from a piece of black tree heartwood that is over five hundred years old.

"What a beautiful knife, it's truly a work of art," Shen Qing exclaimed sincerely.

Although Jiang Guo couldn't hear what Shen Qing was saying, he could sense that Shen Qing's gaze wasn't on him, but rather on his own knife.

Jiang Guo frowned and hid the knife behind his back.

"What are you looking at, you brat?!"

At this moment, Qin Chuan forced Liu Chong back with his hammer and asked with a worried expression.

"Shen Qing, you've finally arrived! Have you seen Lu Tong?"

"I saw it. He was beaten badly, but he's alright."

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're alright. I had to rely on you to save the day again. I owe you another favor."

Shen Qing raised the Qinghe River and pointed it at Jiang Guo, then smiled.

"Personal connections don't matter, you don't mind handing this person over to me, right?"

Qin Chuan laughed heartily: "Opinions? You know I've never had much of my own opinion!"

"You can have it if you want!"

An angry voice rang out: "Aren't you guys treating me like I'm not even human?"

"What gives you the audacity to speak such arrogant words, you mere Grandmaster Level 2? Come, let me see what your confidence is all about!"

It was Jiang Guo. His face darkened. In just a few words, he felt like a commodity that had been traded away.

He's at least an eighth-level Grandmaster, he should have some self-respect, okay?

Shen Qing turned around: "Noisy thing."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qing transformed into a phantom, and a silver figure streaked with lightning rapidly approached Jiang Guo in the air.

Jiang Guo's expression changed, his true energy surged, and the long sword in his hand also flashed with a faint red light.

But it was too late. He underestimated Shen Qing, thinking that being dozens of meters away was perfectly safe. Not only was there no protective aura, but the long sword in his hand was also behind his back.

However, he reacted quickly. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Guo abandoned the idea of ​​fighting head-on and desperately dodged to the side.

But it was still too late.

With a hissing sound.

An arm flew high into the air, while Jiang Guo fell to the ground in a sorry state, his left arm neatly severed at the elbow.

"Don't you want to know what gives me my confidence? This is my confidence."

Shen Qing, his silver robe fluttering, held a knife in one hand and glanced sideways at the disheveled Jiang Guo.

Jiang Guo quickly stood up, his face grim.

"Nine Lightning Strike Blades?"

"You, at the Grandmaster level, were actually able to learn this? It seems I truly underestimated you."

But the next instant, Shen Qing's voice and the sound of thunder rang out together.

"Haven't you learned your lesson after I just slashed you?"

"Where is your protective inner energy?"

Jiang Guo was startled. It wasn't that Jiang Guo was really that stupid as to not have activated his protective inner energy.

However, he immediately used his internal energy to treat his internal injuries. The fact that Shen Qing had just cut off his left arm was a minor matter; the real problem was that his internal meridians had been shaken and become unstable. If he didn't deal with it, it would greatly affect his subsequent combat.

He was talking to Shen Qing in order to stall Shen Qing and let him treat his injuries.

But he really didn't expect Shen Qing to start with zero frames in a row and not talk to him at all.

In the next instant, three flashes of light appeared in the air. Jiang Guo hastily used his long sword to block them, but was thrown back several meters by the impact, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Shen Qing, you're despicable!"

Shen Qing reappeared, wielding the Azure River Slash to strike Shen Qing's face.

"Despicable? We're fighting to the death! Do you think this is child's play?"

"Are we going to set up a battle formation and count down 3, 2, 1 before starting?"

Shen Qing sneered, his left hand forming a Mountain-Splitting Fist, which unleashed a sound like a mountain collapsing, forcing Jiang Guojie to retreat step by step.

"Besides, do you think I can't tell you're healing?"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qing once again swung his sword and pressed forward, giving Jiang Guo no chance to catch his breath.

After all, there was a belief that was always etched in Shen Qing's heart.

That's like taking advantage of your weakness to kill you!

Moreover, Jiang Guo's cultivation level is genuinely six levels higher than Shen Qing's. In terms of swordsmanship, Jiang Guo, who has lived for over a hundred years, has also cultivated to the eighth level of the Grandmaster realm, so his swordsmanship is certainly not inferior. The sword in his hand is also better than Qinghe's.

In this situation, Jiang Guo had lost his left arm and his internal meridians were damaged, making it difficult for him to even condense protective true energy. This was Shen Qing's greatest advantage.

Therefore, Shen Qing immediately decided on his tactics: to snowball and overwhelm him with a relentless barrage of attacks.

After more than ten rounds, Jiang Guo was forced to retreat steadily, and his injuries continued to worsen.

At this time.

Shen Qing shouted sharply, "Nine Thunderstrikes, Third Form: Thunderclap!"

A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground, and in the pitch-black night, a streak of blue light, accompanied by lightning, struck Jiang directly.

Jiang Guo hastily raised his long sword to defend himself, but with a loud bang, he was sent flying backward, blood gushing from his mouth.

His expression was grim, his mind in turmoil. At this moment, Shen Qing's continuous attacks were disrupting his meridians inch by inch, and the injury to his left arm was also unstoppable, bleeding continuously.

One wrong step leads to another. If I hadn't been so careless at the beginning and lost a hand, things would be very different now.

Although even at his peak, he couldn't beat Shen Qing in a head-on fight, he shouldn't be being constantly suppressed and beaten to the point where he couldn't even speak.

Jiang Guo's eyes narrowed. This couldn't go on any longer. He couldn't die so miserably. He had to make a splash before he died!

He raised his crimson longsword, and blood-red true energy circulated around it.

"Nine Consecutive Crimson Blood!"

This is his signature move, the Crimson Blood Blade. After this strike, whether or not he can touch Shen Qing, he is doomed.

Shen Qing also saw through Jiang Guo's thoughts and knew that Jiang Guo was on his last breath. His domineering true energy surged wildly, and the Azure River was constantly shining with azure light.

"Nine Lightning Strikes, Fifth Form: Wind and Thunder Strike!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two rushed out at the same time, one side amidst the roar of thunder, the other heavy with the aura of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the two brushed past each other.

In an instant, the air in the entire open space stopped moving, becoming eerily quiet.

Jiang Guo slowly looked down at the line of blood that was slowly appearing between his waist and abdomen. Blood was slowly seeping out. He had been cut in half at the waist by Shen Qing's knife.

With a snap, Jiang Guo fell to the ground, broken in two, but he desperately tried to lift his head to look at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing stood with his back to them, completely unharmed, not even a single hair broken.

The only difference was that cracks slowly appeared on the Qinghe sword in Shen Qing's hand.

Jiang Guo smiled with relief: "I have no regrets about dying."

Shen Qing carefully sheathed Qinghe, which had been with him for so long, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Guo.

"What are you muttering about?"

"I started using Qinghe when I was in the Acquired Realm. It just cracked a little because it couldn't withstand my Grandmaster Realm true energy."

"What's it to you?"

"Don't try to make yourself look good!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Guodao's heart shattered completely, and his voice trembled: "You mean... you killed me with a sword used by those at the Acquired Realm?"

Shen Qing ignored him and walked over to pick up Jiang Guo's red longsword.

He reached out and wiped the dust off the blade, revealing its sharp edge. The blade was also engraved with the words "Chixiao".

Nice knife!