The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Not long after, Mo Luyi and Zhao Yuzhen arrived at Qianjin Terrace with Feixuan and Xiao Yu. As Xiao Yu entered the tall and magnificent gate, his gaze was instantly drawn to the two men engaged in a fierce battle above.

On the high platform above, Luo Qingyang's shadow was seen holding a long sword, his figure erratic like a ghost. Every time he swung the sword, it brought up a sharp sword energy, as if to tear the entire space apart; and Wushuang, on the other hand, was controlling his own Wushuang sword box, and the flying swords in the box were continuously shot out like meteors, interweaving into an impenetrable sword net in the air, colliding and stirring with Luo Qingyang's attacks, making a series of crisp sounds of metal clashing.

Xiao Yu stared at this spectacular battle with his eyes wide open, secretly marveling at the superb swordsmanship and powerful strength of both sides. He was completely immersed in the tense and exciting atmosphere, even forgetting where he was and not noticing the reactions of others around him.

Wushuang was standing on the Wushuang sword box, and the twelve flying swords in the sword box were fighting with Luo Qingyang, but after a while the twelve flying swords were blocked back by Luo Qingyang.

Mo Luyi and Zhao Yuzhen directly carried Xiao Yu and Fei Xuan to the room next to Xiao Se and the others. Xiao Yu looked at Xiao Se and Xiao Chong embarrassedly, then watched the duel below attentively.

But then he heard Luo Qingyang start talking nonsense. Luo Qingyang said, "Flying swordsmanship is indeed a wonderful swordsmanship, but as a swordsman, if you don't really hold a sword in your hands, you will still lack some skills. If you borrow your master's Broken Water Sword, perhaps you can persist longer."

Wushuang: "I also have a sword in my hand." As he said this, he flew up, and the Ming Suzaku in the sword box came out with him. Then Wushuang held the Ming Suzaku and controlled the other twelve flying swords.

Lei Wujie shouted excitedly: "The Vermillion Bird of the Ming Dynasty."

Wushuang passed his hand over the Daming Suzaku. Li Fansong saw this and asked, "What is he doing?"

Xie Xuan: "The Great Ming Suzaku and the twelve flying swords were all forged by the Ghost Sword Master and require blood to nourish them, so the Great Ming Suzaku has another name."

Xiao Se continued, "The Demon Sword."

Xiao Yu stood there, staring intently at the blazing Ming Suzaku, his entire body seemingly lost in thought. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, a look of wonder on his face.

The blade of the Daming Suzaku Sword gleamed with dazzling fire, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, emitting a heart-pounding aura. Xiao Yu exclaimed inwardly, "This sword is truly the sword of my dreams!" Not only was it magnificent in appearance, but the powerful aura it exuded made it clear that it was a peerless divine weapon.

However, Xiao Yu knew that a gentleman should do what he should not do, and he couldn't easily take away someone's beloved possessions. Although he was filled with love and longing for the sword, he resisted his urge and tried to remain calm. However, the unconcealed infatuation in his eyes had already been seen by Luo Qingyang beside him.

Luo Qingyang quietly observed Xiao Yu. Seeing how obsessed he was with the Ming Dynasty Suzaku, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. When he turned his gaze to Wushuang again, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in them.

Wushuang held the Ming Suzaku and attacked Luo Qingyang with twelve flying swords, but his eyes seemed to be tinged with red, and wherever the Ming Suzaku attacked was filled with fire.

Xiao Se: "Oh no! Wushuang failed to control the Ming Suzaku and was instead controlled by the sword."

After Wushuang finished his move, he said, "How could I, Wushuang, be controlled by a sword? Mr. Luo, what do you think?"

Luo Qingyang: "What a good sword, it's worth my investment." As he spoke, he slowly drew out Jiuge and began to dance on the platform.

Lei Wujie shouted, "Hey, look at Luo Qingyang."

Xiao Se said solemnly, "Sword Dance of National Mourning."

Sikong Qianluo: "Why do I feel sad when I see him draw his sword?"

Xiao Se: "The sword of national mourning, the best of desolate swords, Luo Qingyang's most powerful swordsmanship."

Ye Ruoyi: "What is national mourning?"

Xie Xuan: "Those who died without courage on the battlefield are not usually buried in coffins but in cemeteries. They are all homeless ghosts known as the 'Shang'. Do you know why Luo Qingyang chose Muliang City? In the past, Muliang City was a great western pass. A hundred thousand soldiers once lay dead here. Their country was defeated and fled in panic, leaving only the fallen soldiers' bodies to lie exposed in the wilderness, uncollected until they turned to dust a hundred years later. This sorrow is a national sorrow. How desolate is it?"

Desolate: "It can withstand the desolation of the country."

Wushuang looked at Luo Qingyang dancing with a sword, looked at the sword energy around him and sighed: "Is this the legendary sword energy? Then I will kill Jiuge and break Qiliang?" He shouted and rushed towards Luo Qingyang.

During this delay, Luo Qingyang's sword momentum had already been completed. Seeing this, Mo Lvyi looked at Zhao Yuzhen and said, "Why do I see you all wait until the other person's sword momentum is complete before attacking? Can't you just surprise them and attack them when they are off guard?"

Zhao Yuzhen thought about it and said, "Because no matter what people say, they all insist on being open and aboveboard and stopping at the right point, so..."

Mo Luyi glanced at Zhao Yuzhen: "......"

Although Mo Luyi didn't say anything, Zhao Yuzhen could see the speechlessness in her heart.

On the stage, Wushuang had already rushed toward Luo Qingyang. Luo Qingyang's Nine Songs Sword danced, casting a cascade of shadows, as if countless wronged souls were wailing. Wushuang wielded the Great Ming Suzaku, and twelve flying swords circled around him, attempting to break through the sword's momentum. Xiao Yu clenched his fists. While he didn't covet the Great Ming Suzaku, he couldn't help but worry about Wushuang's ability to control it.

A burst of phoenix sound and red light flashed by, and a powerful sword force burst out from between them. The two ended the battle again and each took one side.

Wushuang took back the Daming Suzaku and the twelve flying swords, but Luo Qingyang did not take back Jiuge. Instead, he looked at Wushuang and said, "It is their honor to have a disciple like you in Wushuang City."

Wushuang smiled and said, "Senior's sword is not like the swords of the human world. This junior has broadened his horizons."

Xiao Yu was relieved to see that Wushuang was fine.

Lei Wujie: "Are they tied?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wushuang's face showing pain, covering his chest, then he knelt on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the others quickly stood up, especially the three brothers of the Xiao family. Just as Mo Lvyi was about to stand up, she saw Wushuang looking up at Luo Qingyang and said weakly, "After all, we lost."