The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Yueluo: "So you know who those people are?"

Li Changsheng: "The Heaven Beyond Heaven, the Land Beyond the Realm, was also the final retreat of a former dynasty."

Moonfall: "That dynasty..."

Li Changsheng: "The ruler of the country believes in Shengtian Sect, which is a dynasty that integrates religion and state. I met their ruler in the past. He had five attendants with extremely strong martial arts skills. Their names were Wufa, Wutian, Wuxiang, and Wuzuo. If they were alive today, each of them would be considered a peerless master."

Yueluo: "You just said you had five attendants, why did you only mention four names?"

Li Changsheng shook his head and said, "Yeah, haha...what's the reason?" Then he took another sip of wine.

......

Meanwhile, Ye Dingzhi and Zhuge Wucai were fighting fiercely on the other side! Fists and palms clashed, swords flashed, and for a moment, the fight was indisputable!

Zhuge Wucai was at the Great Free and Easy Realm, his internal energy as deep as the ocean, his techniques exquisite, and his every move exuding a powerful aura. However, Ye Dingzhi was currently at the Fuyao Realm. While his realm was slightly inferior to Zhuge Wucai's, the techniques he cultivated were profound and unfathomable, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Every time he attacked, Ye Dingzhi skillfully utilized his unique martial arts skills, transforming the ordinary into the magical, making seemingly ordinary moves unleash extraordinary power. His figure was as elusive as a ghost, making it difficult to predict; his swordsmanship was extremely sharp, like a gust of wind and rain, making it impossible for Zhuge Wucai to defend himself.

At this critical moment, Ye Dingzhi flashed forward like a ghost. Then, he swung his sword fiercely, a flash of cold light flashing. The sword's force was as fierce and domineering as a raging dragon emerging from the sea, and with unparalleled momentum, it rushed straight towards Zhuge Wucai's vital parts!

Zhuge Wucai was horrified upon seeing this, his face trembling with fear, a thought in his mind. Without a second thought, he instinctively dodged to the side. However, despite his swift reaction, he still couldn't completely avoid the incredibly powerful blow. With a soft "swish," Zhuge Wucai's sleeve was torn by the sword's wind, leaving a faint bloody mark on his arm.

Zhuge Wucai, slightly wounded, dared not delay even a moment, retreating several steps in an attempt to distance himself from Ye Dingzhi. But Ye Dingzhi, already furious, would not easily let go of this golden opportunity to strike down a fallen enemy. He kept pace, following Zhuge Wucai like a shadow, his swordplay becoming even more ferocious.

For a moment, swords flashed, sword energy crisscrossed, and the space around them was enveloped in a chilling murderous intent. Facing Ye Dingzhi's fierce attack, Zhuge Wucai could only grit his teeth and endure. He secretly groaned inwardly, never expecting the young Ye Dingzhi to possess such unfathomable martial arts skills. Could Huanglongshan's martial arts really be so powerful? After so many years of training, he was defeated here.

Ye Dingzhi continued to pursue Zhuge Wucai, not giving him a chance to breathe. His moves became increasingly ferocious, each sword strike imbued with endless killing intent.

Zhuge Wucai was exhausted from dealing with the situation. The wounds on his body kept increasing, and blood stained his clothes. His eyes gradually became desperate, and his heart was filled with regret.

Finally, Ye Ding stabbed Zhuge Wucai's chest with his sword...

Meanwhile, Wang and his entourage pressed forward, their sword attacks raining down like a torrential downpour. Although wounded, Mo Qixuan gritted his teeth and fought back with all his might.

In the fierce battle, Wang Yixing seized the opportunity and exerted force, the sword blade slashing through Mo Qixuan's arm, bringing a string of blood. Mo Qixuan groaned, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

However, he did not retreat. Instead, a flicker of determination flashed in his eyes. He adjusted his stance and swung his sword again towards Wang Yihang.

At this moment, Wang Yihang revealed a barely perceptible smile. He knew that Mo Qixuan was at the end of his strength, and all he needed to do was give him one final blow to end the battle.

In a flash, Wang Yixing roared and thrust his sword with all his might. Mo Qixuan had no way to avoid it, and could only watch helplessly as the sword tip drew closer...

Yueyao watched anxiously as Zhuge Wucai and Mo Qixuan were trapped in dire straits. She glanced anxiously at Baili Dongjun, who was concentrating on observing the battle, and without hesitation, she sped towards Mo Qixuan. At this moment, Baili Dongjun instinctively wanted to draw his sword to stop Yueyao. However, when he saw where Yueyao was heading, he realized she wasn't coming for him, but was determined to rescue the white-haired ghost.

Just now, Ye Dingzhi had quietly warned Baili Dongjun to be careful of "Yin Luoxia", so much so that Baili Dongjun once mistakenly thought that Yue Yao would take the opportunity to hold him hostage while he was seriously injured.

Meanwhile, the two men, their lives hanging by a thread, were about to perish. In the nick of time, Yue Yao arrived and successfully rescued Mo Qixuan. Meanwhile, Zhuge Wucheng, who had just arrived, happened to witness this terrifying scene and quickly pulled Zhuge Wucai back from the brink of death.

Although the two men managed to escape, they were seriously injured and no longer able to continue fighting.

Baili Dongjun saw another Zhuge Yun coming and stepped forward and said, "You guys take a break first. We've waited for so long, it's my turn to appear as the protagonist." As he said that, he placed Bu Ran Chen horizontally in front of him, then kicked his feet and rose into the air.

Everyone looked up at him, only to see him close his eyes. Countless petals flowed towards him like a river. The scene was extremely beautiful, but it was extremely dangerous for Zhuge Wucheng. He subconsciously took a half step back and said, "This is..."

Ye Dingzhi watched this scene with a gleam in his eyes and said, "When the autumn waters arrive, all rivers flow into the river. The flow is so great that between the banks and cliffs, you can't tell cattle and horses apart." Then he shouted with full energy, "Excellent! Very good!"

At this time, Baili Dongjun pointed the sword in his hand forward, and the petals rushed towards Zhuge Wucheng like sharp swords. Zhuge Wucheng was knocked to the ground and spit out blood.

Baili Dongjun landed and took a step forward, pointing his sword at him. Suddenly, Baili Dongjun seemed to see his master, the Confucian immortal Gu Chen, standing on the roof. He held a long sword in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

Seeing this, Baili Dongjun closed his eyes and said, "Master, I haven't found the great path you speak of yet, but I can only follow this part of your path."

Then Gu Chen pointed his sword to the sky, and it transformed into a white dragon's sword. Baili Dongjun smiled and flew in front of the white dragon, then raised the sword in his hand.