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"I'll go first."

"Big Brother! Brother Pang! Pang Qingyun!"

The surrounding sounds were clearly chaotic, suggesting that these people were not all of the same group.

Pang Qingyun narrowed his eyes and then slowly drew his black longsword.

The longsword looked gleaming with a cold light, so it shouldn't be an ordinary item.

Sure enough, at this moment, Pang Qingyun revealed a smug expression and explained to himself, "This sword is a family heirloom of my Pang family, named Guanglong!"

"It can be said to cut a hair with a breath and leave no blood behind; it is the finest sword ever made!"

Jiang Xuan looked at the other party's appearance, then sighed softly and drew the Crimson Dragon Ancient Sword.

"Red Dragon!"

Red dragon?

Pang Qingyun narrowed his eyes, feeling that the name sounded familiar. Just as he was wondering what kind of sword it was,

"I'm going in." Jiang Xuan suddenly spoke up, and without waiting for Pang Qingyun's reaction, he took a step and rushed forward.

The Crimson Dragon Sword in his hand transformed into a long, crimson dragon, stabbing directly towards Pang Qingyun's face.

Pang Qingyun truly deserves his title as the number one master of the Qingzhou Finger-Pointing Technique; his strength is indeed extraordinary.

With a flick of his longsword, the black sword struck the blade of the Crimson Dragon Sword at an odd angle.

Seeing his longsword being knocked away, Jiang Xuan remained completely calm.

With a slight shift of his feet, he actually extended his left hand, dodging Pang Qingyun's sword at a tricky angle, and grabbed the Crimson Dragon Sword.

At that moment, he suddenly twisted his body and swung his long sword directly at Pang Qingyun.

Pang Qingyun frowned, and his movements were a fraction slower.

The Crimson Dragon Ancient Sword sliced ​​off the long hair in front of him. Before Pang Qingyun could react, Jiang Xuan's domineering sword intent pressed down on him.

At the same time, the Crimson Dragon Ancient Sword in his hand flew out with a "whoosh," piercing through Pang Qingyun's body and pinning him to a tree.

"Wow……"

Pang Qingyun coughed up a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, he grabbed the blade of the Crimson Dragon Sword with one hand, trying to pull himself off the tree.

However, Jiang Xuan's gaze fell on him at this moment, and he directly grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"The Crimson Dragon Sword, is it... the second most powerful talismanic sword in Taoism, the Ancient Crimson Dragon Sword!"

"Right?"

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly and said, "That's right, it's the Crimson Dragon Ancient Sword."

Pang Qingyun nodded slightly, then coughed up another mouthful of blood, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Jiang Xuan could tell that the other party wanted to say something, but it was too late.

So, let him die.

Jiang Xuan drew his sword and looked at the people around him.

"Let's all come at once this time?"

Upon hearing Jiang Xuan's words, the people no longer hesitated and pounced on him.

They realized that Jiang Xuan had clearly tricked them, luring them into a one-on-one duel before killing their strongest member.

At this moment, everyone present rushed forward, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

However, Jiang Xuan remained calm. Besides his superior cultivation level, he also had his own confidence.

Let alone these few people, even if Pang Qingyun were still alive, they wouldn't be a match for him. It's just that this makes things more convenient.

At this moment, a half-foot-long, flickering red light suddenly appeared on the tip of Jiang Xuan's sword.

The sword light resembled a long snake, stretching and contracting unpredictably.

With just a wave of the hand, a sword intent could be seen being unleashed.

Moreover, Jiang Xuan's swordsmanship was noticeably complex and varied, and his attacks were swift.

In an instant, many of the people present began to wail.

Before they could even react, they saw Jiang Xuan's figure flashing around them.

All that could be seen was the sword light in Jiang Xuan's hand.

Whenever the crimson sword light flashed, it inevitably brought forth a large pool of blood, and then a person would fall to the ground.

Jiang Xuan moved like a dancer in a crowd; every step he took meant the loss of a life.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan stopped, because everyone around him also stopped.

They were all panting heavily, their eyes fixed on Jiang Xuan. Even with sweat dripping into their eyes, they dared not close them.

After all, what just happened was that in the blink of an eye, one person after another fell down.

Jiang Xuan flicked the Crimson Dragon Sword in his hand, then his gaze fell on them, and he took a step forward.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Just as Jiang Xuan finished speaking, a clear, bell-like voice suddenly came from afar.

"Hey, stop running! Stop right there!"

She was a young woman of about sixteen, wearing a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) that partially exposed her breasts, with her upper chest and back exposed to the air.

She wore a sheer veil over her clothes, making her underwear appear faintly visible.

The woman was running quickly, holding up her long skirt with both hands, and what she was chasing was none other than Jiang Xuan's donkey.

The moment she appeared, everyone present turned to look at her.

This person was clearly no ordinary person; the quality of the silk brocade was extremely exquisite. This was once a popular style of dress in Dongyue, but now it is only used by noble ladies and socialites in the Liyang Dynasty.

Upon seeing her surroundings, the woman stopped in her tracks, much like a donkey.

She swallowed hard, a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

She then waved her hand and grabbed the rope around the Zhao orphan's neck.

"Gentlemen, please continue!" she said, turning to leave.

However, seeing her with the donkey, how could he possibly let her go?

What if it's someone Jiang Xuan knows?

"on!"

Chapter Seventy You stupid donkey, run!

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan frowned, a solemn expression appearing on his face.

He never expected that the stupid donkey would actually come back, and with a little girl in tow.

As Jiang Xuan watched the people rushing out, he was about to stop them when many people around him pounced on him.

Their goal was simple: to stop Jiang Xuan in front of them. They only needed to wait for their teammates to finish so they could survive, and maybe even kill Jiang Xuan!

The girl was completely stunned as she watched the people rushing towards her.

She never expected that so many burly men would suddenly appear, and each one looked fiercer than the last.

They're clearly coming for me, so who exactly are they?

Was it his father's enemy? Or just a passing robber?

However, judging from the situation before him, whether they were passing robbers or his father's enemies, he was in great danger.

Wang Chudong suddenly realized what was happening. Without hesitation, she jumped onto the donkey, pulled the rope around the neck of the Zhao orphan, and patted its big head.

"run!"

To Wang Chudong's surprise, even though she shouted loudly and pulled on the reins, the donkey beneath her brayed softly, as if enjoying rubbing against her palm.

Ok?

what!

Wang Chudong was somewhat bewildered. After all, even as a renowned talented woman from Liyang, she was at a loss for what to do in this situation.

However, at this moment, Jiang Xuan stretched out his hand, and then he flicked his finger, and saw a stone fly out, hitting the Zhao orphan's big buttocks squarely.

"Ang ang ang~"

The orphan of Zhao immediately let out a loud braying, then raised its donkey head and galloped away like a wild horse or a wild donkey.

At this point, those people still wanted to give chase, and they were very fast.

Even if the Orphan of Zhao was a donkey from Longhu Mountain, he was still just a donkey in the end.

The people present were all incredibly strong; there was no way they couldn't catch it.

It just takes some time, and it won't take long.

Jiang Xuan knew that the Zhao orphans couldn't have gone far, so there was only one way to save them.

That means killing everyone who was chasing them, and everyone who stood in their way.

After thinking about this, Jiang Xuan looked at the experts around him and then snorted coldly.

Then, Jiang Xuan thrust his long sword forward, and even a first-grade Vajra Realm expert was no match for him.

However, to Jiang Xuan's surprise, just as he stabbed someone, the person was still alive and grabbed his blade.

Goodness, this kid's got some skills.

Although Jiang Xuan was thinking this, his movements did not stop in the slightest.

Jiang Xuan then raised his foot and kicked the other person.

Even if he hadn't died from that sword strike, that kick had shattered his internal organs.

When Jiang Xuan drew his Crimson Dragon Sword, several people had already arrived beside him.

They each held their own weapons, and all of them looked resolute.