The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Zhao Yujia said calmly: "You are wrong."

Baili Dongjun asked with a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yujia looked at him and said, "I am not in the realm of ordinary diamond."

Then he stepped forward and waved his hands. Several swords appeared behind him, like fan bones, and the sword force burst out. With a sharp look in his eyes, he said, "I am in the realm of freedom."

Baili Dongjun's eyes trembled slightly: "Then why did you come to become my disciple?"

Zhao Yujia looked at Zhuge Wucai who was approaching and said, "Now doesn't seem to be the time to discuss this." Then he quickly moved forward and said indifferently, "You unknown youngster, please don't act so presumptuous in front of me."

After saying that, he suddenly appeared in front of him. Zhao Yujia saw that the palm was already in front of him, so he spun around to avoid it. Then Zhuge Wucai attacked from all directions like a ghost, but Zhao Yujia still responded with ease. Finally, Zhao Yujia felt the palm wind coming from above, and immediately raised his head, formed seals with his hands, summoned the sword on his back, and rushed straight towards Zhuge Wucai. Seeing this, Zhuge Wucai quickly rolled backwards to avoid it, and took several steps back before he stabilized his body when he landed.

At this moment, Zhao Yujia stood facing the wind, with a stern look in his eyes and an outstanding posture. His sword was steady in front of him, as if he was ready to fight the enemy together with him.

He looked at Zhuge Wucai calmly and said, "An unknown kid?" Then he waved his hand, and the sword transformed into countless swords behind him.

The white-haired immortal Mo Qixuan tilted his head and asked, "What is this?"

Zhao Yujia: "One success and one failure is called a calamity. Since the beginning of time, there have been countless calamities. This is the infinite sword technique."

Zhuge Wucai looked at him and said, "You are not Zhao Yujia."

Wang Yixing said calmly, "You're not allowed to be Zhuge Yun, but I'm not allowed to be Zhao Yujia. That's right, I'm not Zhao Yujia. I'm Wang Yixing, the chief disciple of Lü Suzhen at Wangcheng Mountain."

Ye Dingzhi looked at Baili Dongjun and asked with concern, "Can you hold on?" There was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Baili Dongjun took a deep breath, slowly let go of Ye Dingzhi's hand, and said while trying to suppress the discomfort in his body: "It's okay, I'm fine, you go and help him!" After that, he nodded towards the front.

Seeing this, Ye Dingzhi nodded slightly, said something in his ear, let go of his hand, turned around and walked forward with big strides.

Just then, Wang Yihang and Zhuge Wucai were about to attack when they suddenly saw Ye Dingzhi striding forward. As Ye Dingzhi walked, a gigantic, mysterious Bagua formation gradually emerged behind him! The Bagua formation shimmered with a strange light, awe-inspiring.

Zhuge Wucai's eyes widened at the sight, filled with shock. His raised hand dropped silently, as if under a spell. His throat moved, and he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Bagua Xinmen... You're a disciple of Huanglong Mountain! Why are you here?"

However, Ye Dingzhi ignored Zhuge Wucai's questioning and offered no response. He simply turned to look at Wang Yihang and said crisply, "We'll each take on one. I'll take care of the black-robed monster, and you take care of the white-haired ghost." Before he finished speaking, he flashed and pounced on Zhuge Wucai like lightning.

Seeing this, Zhuge Wucai's heart trembled. Knowing he couldn't hesitate any longer, he quickly mobilized all his internal energy to meet Ye Dingzhi's incoming palm. Instantly, their palms collided with a dull thud. Immediately, the two sides exchanged blows, and in the blink of an eye, several rounds had passed.

Wang Yihang and Ye Dingzhi had already started fighting, and a strong desire to not give up surged in their hearts. His eyes focused, and he swung his arm violently, shouting, "Go!" Several flying swords flashed with cold light, like arrows from a bow, and flew towards Mo Qixuan with a fierce momentum.

Mo Qixuan, seeing the ferocious incoming swords, dared not afford to be careless. He nimbly performed several backflips, attempting to evade these deadly attacks. However, the boundless sword technique Wang Yixing unleashed possessed a vast range. Despite his best efforts to dodge, several flying swords still grazed him, leaving deep wounds and internal injuries from the swords' force.

Mo Qixuan endured the excruciating pain and finally stopped. But just as he found his footing, he felt a sweet, fishy sensation in his throat and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, Wang Yixing, holding a longsword, rushed towards Mo Qixuan like a flash of lightning.

Mo Qixuan barely had time to wipe the blood from his mouth. Hastily, he drew his sword and met Wang Yixing's attack. Instantly, their swords collided in mid-air, a resounding clash. Then, they engaged in a fierce back-and-forth, each one wielding a powerful internal energy and exquisite swordsmanship.

For a moment, the entire field was ablaze with sword energy, a dazzling radiance. Sparks flew from the clash of two swords, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky. The air around them seemed to grow heavy with the intensity of the battle, and the spectators held their breath, watching the unfolding events with intense concentration.

......

Li Changsheng was drinking on the roof and chatting with Yueluo below.

Yueluo looked at Li Changsheng and said, "Your future disciple is facing a powerful enemy, a life-or-death situation, and yet you are here drinking and dozing off."

Li Changsheng seemed a little drunk and said, "First of all, this is Tianqi City, a place where warriors are as cheap as dogs and masters are everywhere. As for how strong the enemy is, it's not that strong, because..." He sat up straight and said with great momentum, "The strongest person is me. I am the best in the world."

As he spoke, he released his power. Mo Lvyi, who was not far away, felt it and silently rolled her eyes. Then, she transmitted her voice to Li Changsheng's ears over a thousand miles: "Really? When can we compete?"

Li Changsheng paused, his eyes looking a little unnatural. He took another sip of wine and pretended nothing had happened. Instead, he yawned and said, "Why is this exam taking so long? I'm exhausted."

Yueluo raised his head and continued, "The enemies they encountered were not ordinary enemies."

Li Changsheng: "Oh! There's no such thing as ordinary or extraordinary. There are two kinds of enemies. One is those who want to kill you, and the other is those you want to kill. If you meet someone you want to kill, then you'll sharpen your sword for ten years and make a desperate strike. If you meet someone who wants to kill you, then no matter what, just be alive. Hehe! And if we're talking about extraordinary, this group of candidates are no ordinary either."