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Longshou Peak is the first peak of Qingyun Sect's outer sect. It is named because the top of the peak resembles the head of a divine dragon.

There is a huge bluestone square at the foot of Longshou Peak. At the end of the square is a turbulent waterfall, which is also the only passage to enter Qingyun Inner Sect.

There is a green light flowing above Tongtian Waterfall. It is a special restriction that blocks the chance of entering the inner sect before the time comes.

Now more and more people are gathering on the wide bluestone square that is a thousand feet in size.

There were people here who had just come down from treasure hunting on Longshou Peak, as well as people who had heard the news and came from all over the secret realm to see the beauty of the Princess of Great Zhou.

From a corner of the square, there was the clanging sound of swords clashing, and that was also where the most people were.

The dense crowd surrounded a battle area of ​​a hundred feet in size.

Inside was a scene of a group of brightly dressed female swordsmen surrounding a woman in tight black clothes and fighting against her.

The woman in black tights had a cold face and looked heroic. Even though her hat was blown off and her long hair was spread out, she still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

The woman in black was tall and slender, with a cold and peerless face. As she danced with the sword, she exuded a beauty and arrogance that was not that of an ordinary woman.

She was Jiang Nan who was trapped here, and her original name was Jiang Wanqing.

At this time, she was fighting with nearly twenty female disciples of Piaomiao Xianzong. Her body movements were agile and swift, and her swordsmanship was sharp and superb. Relying on her strength that had just broken through to the peak of the Vajra Realm, she fought against twenty of them alone. Although she suffered several minor injuries, her life was not in danger for the time being.

A tall woman with an equally frosty face stood outside the battlefield, staring at her coldly with murderous intent in her eyes.

This person is also Li Xinyue, the eldest senior sister of Piaomiao Xianzong who did not participate in the battle.

Li Xinyue's face looked extremely ugly. She tightly gripped the magic sword in her hand, and from time to time she glanced into the distance with reluctance.

In the distance, there is a man sitting high on a dragon head statue.

The man was tall and mighty, wearing a python robe, with a domineering and resolute face. He was none other than Wang Heng, the third prince of the Great Mang.

Below the dragon-head statue where he sat, eighteen black-armored monks with light golden skin were sitting cross-legged.

The eighteen monk soldiers had calm expressions and did not move a muscle, yet they exuded a cold and murderous aura.

Li Xinyue looked at them with resentment and unwillingness, not for any other reason, but because the Third Prince had overbearingly demanded that the people of Piaomiao Xianzong could only besiege Jiang Wanqing and exhaust her strength, but not kill her.

And he wasn't even allowed to leave, so he could only watch the fun from the side.

Li Xinyue is an extremely noble person. As a member of an immortal cultivation sect, he naturally did not accept the authority of the prince of this secular dynasty at the beginning.

But after she drew her sword to resist, she found that she could not even withstand the combined attack of several monks, and was violently knocked back by the domineering punch force.

The Vajra Realm combat power of those monk soldiers far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Finally, the prince sitting on the dragon-headed stone statue narrowed his eyes and smiled at himself, "Be obedient. It would be great if you could leave the secret realm alive. Integrity is worthless. Don't struggle."

Li Xinyue just looked at him and lost the will to resist.

Because at that moment when they looked at each other, facing the man's eyes that were as if he was looking at an ant, her anger was suddenly extinguished invisibly.

Her face was pale and dazed.

It was just because she had a momentary feeling that if this person had taken action personally, she might have died on the spot.

When this person squinted his eyes and stared at him, he looked like a majestic dragon looking down at the world.

"The pinnacle of the realm of freedom achieved through pure martial arts cultivation!"

Li Xinyue was shocked. In close combat between people of the same level, warriors are generally stronger than cultivators. In addition, this person is so young, but his realm has reached the peak of the free realm. It is simply terrifying.

I am only in the middle stage of the Freedom Realm and am far from being a match for this person.

Li Xinyue had no choice but to accept the role of a thug.

But after fighting for a long time, Jiang Wanqing showed no sign of defeat. She became more and more courageous, and her sword energy continued to burst out.

Moreover, due to the special request of the Third Prince Wang Heng, her fellow apprentice sisters could not kill her and could only deplete her true energy.

But Jiang Wanqing could kill her own fellow apprentice sisters.

Now three of her junior sisters have unfortunately been killed by her, and she can only watch and cannot go down to end the battle.

This made Li Xinyue regretful. She regretted that she shouldn't have rashly chased and killed this woman to establish her authority.

She was mistaken. This person was not a casual cultivator at all, but a princess of the former dynasty of Damang.

Li Xinyue took another look at the situation on the field, feeling bitter. If this continued, at least one-third of her fellow apprentice sisters would have to die before they could drag that woman to the point of exhaustion.

Although she had taught her fellow disciples before leaving the sect that the world of cultivating immortals is one where the strong prey on the weak and that they should take death lightly, taking death lightly did not mean that she would let her fellow disciples die step by step in such a miserable way.

Li Xinyue's face was gloomy and she looked complicated and aggrieved.

Although Jiang Nan was a skilled swordsman and had agile movements, two fists were no match for four hands. While fighting with this group of immortal sect women, he was accidentally stabbed in the lower abdomen by a long sword that came at him diagonally.

Jiang Nan frowned slightly, and the purple-green sword burst out with divine light, cutting off the long sword in the woman's hand. Then the sword energy surged into the woman's chest, blasting her out of the battle circle.

Jiang Nan was injured.

Wang Heng, who was sitting on the dragon-head stone statue, suddenly became extremely gloomy.

"Damn it!"

He exerted force with his hands, broke off a corner of the dragon head stone statue, and then threw it violently.

The woman who was hit in the chest by Jiang Nan and flew out was about to stagger to her feet after landing.

Suddenly, a swift and fierce stream of gravel came towards them.

"boom!"

The woman's head exploded instantly, red and white objects splattered, and she turned into a headless corpse that fell limply to the ground. It was a horrific sight.

Li Xinyue shouted excitedly, "Qin'er!"

"what!"

The many disciples of Piaomiao Xianzong also screamed in fear, their faces pale.

Song Man stared at the headless corpse in red clothes, stunned, and whispered, "Xiaoqin."

Her eyes were dull, her heart was dead, and she felt a piercing chill all over her body.

She didn't expect that she and Xiaoqin escaped from the hands of Passerby King, escaped from the mouth of Taotie, the ancestor of the dragon crocodile, and finally fell into the hands of an even more terrifying person.

No wonder I felt a sense of panic and palpitations when the senior sister first ordered the hunt for Jiang Wanqing.

Looking at the domineering and arrogant man in the python robe, Song Man was determined to live and die, and the hand holding the magic sword turned white with strength.

"It's so tragic that such a pretty and lovely fairy turned into a headless corpse," many onlookers whispered with a look of pity on their faces.

Someone sighed, "Yes, the Piaomiao Immortal Sect has really offended someone."

Wang Heng stood up from the stone statue, looked down at Li Xinyue and said coldly, "I advise you to control your fellow apprentice sisters and be gentle!"

"If you dare to hurt my woman, your entire Piaomiao Immortal Sect will have to make amends to her!"

"You are going too far!" Li Xinyue's face turned red with anger and she shouted angrily.

Wang Heng leaned forward slightly and sneered, "Oh, you don't accept it?"

"You," Li Xinyue was suddenly speechless, her face full of shame and anger.

Wang Heng sneered, "If you don't accept it, you can die now."

"I'm just giving you a chance to live. After all, you've offended my future concubine."

Wang Heng sneered and frowned slightly.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp purple-green sword energy suddenly broke through the air.

Wang Heng threw a punch with an expressionless face.

"Bang," the purple-green sword energy exploded in the air.

Wang Heng blew gently on his fist and murmured, "You are still so cold and aloof."

When Li Xinyue saw this scene, her face turned pale as if she had been struck by lightning.

He didn't even gather his fist strength, but shattered the sharp sword energy with just his bare fist.

"How strong must his physical body be?" Li Xinyue said with an ugly expression.

Jiang Nan, who was in the battle, heard Wang Heng's self-righteous words, his face turned cold, and he finally couldn't help but slashed with a sword from a distance.

Although the sword energy was shattered by Wang Heng's domineering punch, Jiang Nan was not afraid at all. He glared at him fiercely and said coldly, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you!"