Both worlds are like dreams

Wei Yunzhou's eyes were determined, and he clenched his Soul-Breaking Sword to gather strength. He knew that he might not have a chance of survival under this sword, but he would never wait to die.

But before he could draw his sword, another person took up his sword and blocked it for him.

Then a green figure blocked his way. He frowned and said, "Go down."

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that someone would come on stage, and that person would be Gu Qinglan.

He was dressed in blue, standing with a sword in his hand, just like the immortal banished from the mortal world as described in the poems. He was truly a modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

"We have agreed beforehand that our competition has nothing to do with the diplomatic relations between our two countries. It is just a duel between swordsmen. Did Master Gu violate the agreement by taking action?"

Gu Qinglan said slowly, "No. This is my own decision. It has nothing to do with Bei Ling."

"It has nothing to do with it?"

Gu Qinglan nodded, "Swordsmen only care about life and death, so my identity today is just a swordsman."

"So, you want to challenge me?" Lan Ruofeng asked.

"Yes." Gu Qinglan said.

"Why?"

"In a sword competition, life and death are not a matter of concern. This is the rule you two have set, but I cannot stand by and watch my friend fall into danger." Gu Qinglan said. "Your Highnesses and the entire court of Beiling, please bear witness that the actions of Xuanyuantai today were all done by Qinglan alone, and have nothing to do with the diplomatic relations between Beiling and Xiyue. Similarly, Qinglan's life and death have nothing to do with diplomatic relations."

When these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked.

"Brother," Mo Xingyue looked at him worriedly, "Brother Lan is no match for that old guy, think of a solution quickly."

Mo Ruilin just sighed and said, "Swordsmen's competition, regardless of life or death, the two countries are not allowed to interfere. This is the rule set before. If you want to save Brother Wei, this is the only way."

"Then why does it have to be Brother Lan?" Mo Xingyue asked puzzled.

"Do you think we can find someone here who is willing to play?" Mo Ruilin said helplessly.

After seeing Lan Ruofeng's ruthless and cruel sword, I'm afraid everyone present would hesitate.

Gu Qinglan stood facing the wind and slowly drew out his sword, "Senior, please."

Lan Ruofeng had a blank expression on his face. "I've heard that Master Qinglan of Beiling is well-read and knowledgeable. I didn't expect that he also dabbled in swordsmanship. But it's not a wise move for you to choose me as your opponent."

Gu Qinglan smiled faintly, "Senior is a master of swordsmanship. It would be an honor for me to receive your teachings. Please make the first move."

Lan Ruofeng sneered, "If you let me strike first, you might not have the chance to strike a second time."

After he finished speaking, he tapped the ground with his toes and pounced towards Gu Qinglan like an arrow.

The sword flashed, and the edge was cold and sharp.

Lan Ruofeng's sword was sharp and swift, and wherever the sword energy passed, it seemed as if yellow sand filled the sky.

Gu Qinglan's eyes were solemn. He knew that he was no match for the sword. So he dodged sideways, tapped his toes, and retreated with extremely flexible and mysterious Qinggong.

Although Lan Ruofeng's sword intent was invisible and omnipresent like the wind, Gu Qinglan was able to deal with it with ease. After several rounds, Lan Ruofeng's sword intent seemed to hit a ball of cotton, but he had already seen that Gu Qinglan's strength was inferior to Wei Yunzhou's. In a head-on fight, he was definitely not his opponent.

Lan Ruofeng showed a hint of sarcasm on his face. It was just a little cleverness, but it showed you what a swordsman's sword means, a line between life and death. His eyes became sharp, and the sword energy in his hand danced continuously. The sword energy crisscrossed and instantly covered the Xuanyuan Terrace like an overwhelming blanket.

Gu Qinglan seemed to be trapped in a cage. He knew he could no longer retreat, so he dodged the attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack. He couldn't help but be amazed at Lan Ruofeng's strength and superb moves. He also knew that he had no chance of winning against him, but how could he know without trying his best?

The sword in Gu Qinglan's hand danced with a series of phantoms, and the sword light was like sparks, brilliant and dazzling. He flew forward and stabbed with his sword. This sword was so fast that it seemed that only a residual image was left on the spot. The next moment, the sword in his hand had passed by Lan Ruofeng's face. Although Lan Ruofeng blocked it, it still cut off a strand of his hair.

Lan Ruofeng smiled, "Very good. No one has been close to me for many years. But this level of strength is far from enough!" After he finished speaking, he swept his sword forward, and the powerful sword intent directly forced Gu Qinglan back.

At this time, Lan Ruofeng's sword moves became more and more sharp and more dangerous. He seemed to have already locked Gu Qinglan firmly. No matter how exquisite Gu Qinglan's swordsmanship was or how fast his body movements were, he could not avoid his omnipresent sword intent.

Ruofeng's swordsmanship is truly like the breeze of the four seasons, which he can control at will.

The breeze turned into a sharp blade and kept attacking Gu Qinglan. His clothes had been cut into several pieces, and the wound on his left arm was oozing bright red blood, staining his green clothes red.

There were also small wounds on his cheeks, which were particularly obvious on his fair face.

"Brother," said Mo Xingyue from the audience, "Brother Lan is injured, quickly find a way to stop it!"

Mo Ruilin clenched his fists and swept his eyes across the pavilion where Mo Yunchen was. If he or Shen Congfeng took action, they might be able to compete with Lan Ruofeng, but regardless of their identities, they would never be able to save Qinglan. Who else could take action?

At this moment, on the Xuanyuan Terrace, it was as if a violent storm had suddenly arrived, but the figure in green was still standing proudly like a green bamboo on a mountain.

At this moment, Lan Ruofeng's sword intent suddenly gathered, as if all the wind and rain were gathered into one sword, and its momentum was as fierce as the wrath of thunder, enough to crush everything. "Young man, if I can use this sword, it will be worthwhile for you to challenge me."

"Back off!" Wei Yunzhou shouted coldly, and suddenly raised his sword to meet him. Gu Qinglan would definitely not be able to withstand the power of this sword, so how could he watch him risk his life?

However, Gu Qinglan did not retreat. He went forward with sword in hand without hesitation.

No one can block this sword. So, why not combine our strength and fight to the death?