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The Youjun's momentum was unstoppable, his attack as fierce and fierce as a raging storm, seemingly ripping the vast expanse of heaven and earth apart. Jiang Qingwu showed no sign of weakness either, her delicate hands tightly gripping the precious sword known as Qiluan, its blade gleaming with a dazzling brilliance.

In an instant, sword energy overflowed, crisscrossing and colliding with the magic weapon offered by You Jun. For a moment, the sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, deafening, like thunder exploding in the ears from the nine heavens.

This fierce battle was truly thrilling. The two fought back and forth, neither giving in. Every move and every style contained endless power.

The surrounding air was also affected, as if it was being kneaded by an invisible force, twisting and deforming, forming clearly visible ripples that spread rapidly in all directions with the force of a tidal wave.

"Hmph! Jiang Qingwu, you are just a young girl who has just entered the martial arts world and is still wet behind the ears, yet you dare to be so arrogant!" You Jun opened his eyes wide and snorted coldly, his face full of contempt.

As he spoke, the mysterious magic weapon in his hand changed again. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge, ink-black beam of light, carrying the power to destroy the world, and pounced straight towards Jiang Qingwu.

Facing such a fierce attack, Jiang Qingwu showed no sign of panic. Her red lips parted slightly, the corners of her mouth curling upwards in a smile of profound contempt. Then, with a gentle sway, she transformed into a streak of pure white light, easily dodging Youjun's ferocious attack with lightning speed.

At the same time, she raised her white wrist lightly, and with a casual wave of her hand, a talisman emitting a faint spiritual light flew out like an arrow from a bow, rushing straight towards the place where many disciples of the Wuliang Sect were in the distance.

"Senior Brother, catch it!" A delicate cry was heard. It turned out to be Jiang Qingwu shouting loudly from a distance.

At this time, Shi An and others had already made all the preparations. They stared intently at the talisman flying through the air, with a hint of tension and anticipation in their eyes.

Just as the talisman was about to reach Shi An, he flashed and stretched out his right hand like a ghost, accurately catching the talisman in his hand. The talisman seemed to have life, drawing an extremely graceful arc in the air, like a shooting star flashing across the night sky.

The moment the talisman landed in Shi An's palm, a powerful burst of energy erupted. A dazzling light, like a blazing sun rising suddenly, blinded the viewer. This light spread out at an astonishing speed, forming an immense barrier in the blink of an eye.

This barrier was like an impenetrable fortress, tightly enveloping the people of the Infinite Sect. It emitted a faint glow, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

"Everyone, be careful! We must protect every blade of grass and every tree in the sect!" Shi An shouted solemnly. His deep eyes were now fixed on every movement around him, not missing any sign of possible danger.

Hearing Shi An's words, everyone nodded in agreement and secretly made up their minds to live and die with the Wuliang Sect.

"We cannot let the sect suffer any harm, even at the cost of our lives!" Li Qingtong shouted loudly, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

"That's right, the sect is our home, we must protect it!" Pei Yi agreed, he gripped the weapon tightly in his hand, as if he was ready for battle.

Lin Muci held a long sword gleaming with cold light, tapped the ground with her toes, and flew up. She thought to herself: "Wuliang Sect is our root. No matter what, we must protect it."

She raised the longsword high in her hand, the tip pointing straight to the sky. As the true energy in her body surged, streams of unparalleled sword energy continuously gushed out from the tip of the sword.

Zhongli Xiu formed seals with his hands and muttered something. He prayed silently in his heart, "I hope Junior Master-sister is safe. We must hold on and wait for her return." In an instant, a puff of black smoke billowed up, and then a group of lifelike puppets appeared beside him.

"Come on everyone, we will definitely be able to defend the sect!" Zhongli Xiu shouted, his voice echoing in everyone's ears, inspiring everyone's fighting spirit.

Under Zhongli Xiu's exquisite control, the puppets moved in unison, swiftly moving around the group. They connected tightly, forming one impenetrable line after another of defense, surrounding them like a solid wall of steel.

Finally, Zhongli Xiu, clutching a massive sword, stood before the puppet formation, guarding the crowd behind him like a god of war. He secretly told himself, "No matter what difficulties I encounter, I will persevere to the end, for the sect, for Jiang Qingwu!"

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu was completely immersed in the fierce battle with Youjun. She was seen holding the Qiluan Sword tightly with both hands, and her dance speed became faster and faster.

In an instant, the sword light shone brightly like a gorgeous rainbow, and the sword energy crisscrossed and whistled in the wind, as if it had the terrifying power to tear the entire world apart!

Jiang Qingwu's figure loomed in the dazzling sword light, like countless flashes of light in a movie, making it impossible to grasp his exact location. Seeing this scene, You Jun couldn't help but ignite a raging rage in his heart.

He snorted coldly, and the mysterious magic weapon in his hand transformed again, transforming into a series of huge, inky black chains in the blink of an eye. These chains seemed to be living beings with independent consciousness, and they were filled with extremely dense and terrifying demonic energy. They fiercely wrapped around Jiang Qingwu with their fangs and claws.

Facing the menacing black chains, Jiang Qingwu's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and the Qiluan Sword in his hand suddenly shot out an extremely sharp sword energy. This sword energy was like lightning across the night sky, slashing at the black chains with the force of thunder.

Only the sound of "clang clang" could be heard continuously, and those seemingly indestructible chains were cut off one by one by Jiang Qingwu, breaking into several pieces and scattering on the ground.

At the same time, Jiang Qingwu's delicate body shook slightly, and the whole person instantly turned into a dazzling white light, and suddenly appeared in front of Youjun at lightning speed.

The tip of the sword in her hand pointed straight at Youjun's chest, and then an even more sharp and ferocious sword energy gushed out from the tip of the sword, like a roaring tiger, opening its bloody mouth and rushing straight towards Youjun's heart!

You Jun was startled and quickly retreated. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and black light screens flew out from his hands, blocking him. Those light screens seemed to have a powerful defensive power, blocking Jiang Qingwu's sword energy one by one.

"Hmph! With just these insignificant tricks, you dare to dream of defeating me? You're just dreaming!" Youjun's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sneer of contempt, and he snorted heavily from his nose. A trace of undisguised disdain flashed across his already icy eyes.

Then, he quickly began to form complex and mysterious seals with his hands.

As his fingers continued to move, thick black demonic energy like ink continuously gushed out from his body, which looked frail but contained endless power.

These black demonic energies were like ferocious black dragons, baring their fangs, roaring and snarling in the air. In the blink of an eye, they gathered into powerful and heart-pounding magical waves, sweeping towards Jiang Qingwu like an overwhelming force.

Facing this fierce and overwhelming attack, Jiang Qingwu's beautiful face was as gloomy as water, without any ripples. However, her eyes, which were originally as clear as water, were now filled with coldness and determination, emitting a heart-pounding cold light.

The Qiluan Sword, tightly grasped in her hand, suddenly ignited, emitting a dazzling light, like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky. Instantly, countless piercing sword energies shot forth from the blade, intertwining and entwining, weaving into a vast, impenetrable sword net. With devastating force, it slashed at the surging magical energy with unparalleled force.

Only a crisp "crack" sound was heard, and the seemingly extremely powerful magic fluctuations disappeared without a trace in an instant like fragile smoke under the cutting of the sharp sword energy.

However, Jiang Qingwu's counterattack went far beyond that. Before anyone could recover from the shocking scene, her graceful figure had already vanished like a ghost, transforming into a streak of pure white light in the blink of an eye, teleporting behind Youjun at lightning speed.

At the same time, the tip of the Qiluan Sword pointed steadily at the vital point on Youjun's back, and an even more powerful and sharp sword energy gushed out like a flood bursting through a dam. Its speed was so fast, like a wild horse running away without a rein, making it impossible to avoid it.

You Jun's heart trembled violently, having obviously not expected Jiang Qingwu's movements to be so fast and his attack to be so fierce. He quickly turned around, trying to deal with this sudden and fatal blow.

"Haha, Youjun, you are just a bird that sticks out in Ye Qingcheng's sight!" Jiang Qingwu sneered.

You Jun's face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Jiang Qingwu, stop being so arrogant! I, Demon Lord You Jun, am not someone to be trifled with!"

Jiang Qingwu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said sarcastically, "Really? Then let me see what you can do!"

At this moment, in front of the water mirror in the Demon Palace, Ye Qingcheng watched all this quietly, his eyes revealing an indescribable depth.

"Jiang Qingwu is indeed formidable..." Ye Qingcheng whispered to himself, "However, this battle has only just begun..."

The Youjun's magical power was also powerful and majestic, like a surging wave, crashing wave after wave against Jiang Qingwu's carefully constructed defenses. The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in, and for a while it was difficult to determine the winner.

Their figures intertwined in the air, sometimes engaging in close combat, sometimes in long-range attacks. Every collision triggered a deafening roar. The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, and the air flow was chaotic.

The battle was fierce, the two men were equally matched, and it was difficult to determine the winner. Their moves became more and more ferocious, each trying to find the other's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

The atmosphere was tense and tense, making everyone worried for them. Who would emerge victorious from this fierce battle and become the final winner?

At the same time, the incredibly powerful magic weapon in his hand underwent another miraculous transformation. With a flash of light, it instantly transformed into black pillars of light as thick as stone pillars. Carrying a powerful demonic energy like a tidal wave, it rushed towards Jiang Qingwu like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on their prey.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes focused, and the Qiluan Sword in her hand emitted a sharp sword energy, severing the light pillars one by one. At the same time, her figure flashed, transformed into a streak of white light, and instantly appeared before Youjun. Her sword tip pointed directly at Youjun's chest, and a sharp sword energy surged from the sword tip, striking Youjun's vital point.