Emperor Qiankun

"Shhhhhh!"

There was a sharp sound of breaking wind, and several crossbow arrows with fierce force shot straight towards Li Qingyuan who was fighting fiercely with Yang Haochen.

The crossbow arrow came with great force and carried a chilling murderous intent.

Li Qingyuan felt a sense of alarm in his heart, and quickly used the Seven Star Steps to retreat, quickly creating distance.

After he steadied himself, his eyes swept across the battlefield quickly like lightning.

I saw a woman in a fiery red dress standing not far away, holding a crossbow with a cold expression.

This woman was Yang Jinyu.

Anger flashed in Li Qingyuan's eyes. Just as he was about to fight back, he saw Gu Yuyan rushing towards Yang Jinyu like a gust of wind.

An ancient 'Xun' appeared in her hand at some point, and as she moved, the 'Xun' emitted a low and melodious sound.

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At the same time, Li Qingyuan quickly scanned the battlefield and found that Su Yaoyue had also started fighting with Wang Yi.

Su Yaoyue's swordsmanship became more and more fierce with anger, the sword shadows crisscrossed, and each sword carried great power.

For a moment, Wang Yi was beaten so hard that he could only defend himself, without any strength to fight back, and could not even raise his head.

The surrounding disciples of the first and second levels of the Purple Mansion Realm also joined the battle, and the scene became chaotic and intense for a while.

At this time, Yang Haochen shouted twice angrily, trying to attract Li Qingyuan's attention.

However, Li Qingyuan ignored him and focused all his attention on dealing with the current situation.

Seeing Li Qingyuan ignoring him, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yang Haochen's eyes.

The spear in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and the tip of the spear was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, heading straight for Li Qingyuan's vitals.

But Li Qingyuan was waiting for this moment. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the sword in his hand slashed towards the spear. The powerful force was poured into the sword, and the spear was chopped down.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingyuan shook his wrist, and the sword swung like a swimming dragon. He used his skillful strength to lift the spear with the tip of the sword. His movements were smooth, like flowing clouds and water.

Yang Haochen was caught off guard by his two feints. The spear in his hand trembled violently and he almost lost his grip and it almost slipped out of his hand.

At this time, Li Qingyuan was approaching like a ghost.

Yang Haochen's heart hardened, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he thrust the spear in his hand straight out, wanting to exchange his life for another's!

His move was extremely crazy, and he was determined to fight to the death.

Li Qingyuan naturally wouldn't give him this opportunity. He instantly unleashed the Seven Star Steps.

His figure seemed to turn into a phantom, easily avoiding the fatal blow.

Then he turned sideways and swung his sword towards Yang Haochen.

"Clang!"

The sword exploded as it struck Yang Haochen, but he was wearing a precious armor, so Li Qingyuan's sword energy could only leave a shallow mark on it.

However, Li Qingyuan's strength was too great, and the powerful impact still made Yang Haochen take a few steps back.

At this moment, Yang Haochen's eyes flashed, and a plan came to mind. He actually wanted to use this power to fly towards the Emperor Sword.

Li Qingyuan naturally wouldn't let him succeed, so he quickened his pace and chased after him like a gust of wind.

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But at this moment, the two suddenly saw a figure rushing out from the darkness and heading straight for the Emperor Sword.

Yang Haochen and Li Qingyuan's faces changed at the same time. They had been fighting here for such a long time, and someone actually wanted to take advantage of them?

Anger surged in both of them, and they quickened their pace again.

Not long after, Li Qingyuan and Yang Haochen arrived near the Emperor Sword almost at the same time.

Looking again, when the figure came to three meters away from the Emperor Sword 'Longyuan', it could no longer move forward, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

When Yang Haochen saw the figure in front of him clearly, his eyes widened with anger and he shouted, "Xiang Lindong, you are looking for death!"

He didn't expect that at such a critical moment, Xiang Lindong would appear here and try to get his hands on the Emperor Sword.

Then, he angrily swung the spear in his hand, and the spear flashed cold light in the air and stabbed towards Xiang Lingdong with a sound of breaking wind.

Xiang Lindong was only at the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Realm. Facing Yang Haochen's attacks, he could only keep dodging awkwardly.

But his physical skills were too poor. While he was dodging, the spear kept scratching his body, leaving scars.

Fortunately, Xiang Lindong also cultivated an indestructible body, so for a while, Yang Haochen had no way to deal with Xiang Lindong.

His spear stabbed into Xiang Lindong, but only produced some faint sparks and could not cause any substantial serious injuries to Xiang Lindong.

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Li Qingyuan had calmed down by now. When he saw that Xiang Lindong was still three feet away from the Emperor Sword and could not move forward, he immediately realized that the Emperor Sword might not be so easy to get and there were unknown dangers.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard behind me. It was Chen Lingyu and the others.

Chen Lingyu, Su Yaoyue and others seemed to be in good condition and their breathing was steady.

In comparison, Feng Chen and the others' situation is a bit bad.

Most of their clothes were torn and their breathing was disordered.

But they were not seriously injured, they just looked a little embarrassed.

Li Qingyuan and others stood aside, watching with interest the dog-eat-dog fight between Yang Haochen and Xiang Lindong.

There was a hint of amusement in their eyes, as if they were watching a farce.

Feng Chen and Murong Feng frowned and walked forward to dissuade the two.

Feng Chen said anxiously: "Eighth Prince, our target is the Emperor Sword, don't waste your energy on him."

Murong Feng also echoed: "Brother Feng is right, Brother Yang, we should unite."

After fighting for a while, Yang Haochen realized that he could not kill Xiang Lindong in a short time, especially after the opponent displayed the Vajra Indestructibility, it was even more difficult to cause fatal damage.

Yang Haochen's face turned ashen, as if shrouded in dark clouds.

Hearing what Feng Chen and Murong Feng said, he snorted coldly, put away his spear, and angrily retreated back to his group.

His footsteps were heavy, and every step seemed to be venting the anger in his heart.

As Yang Haochen retreated, everyone's attention was once again focused on the Emperor Sword.

The Emperor Sword was suspended in the air, and the light on the sword was still dazzling, as bright as the scorching sun.

At this time, Li Qingyuan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a smile, he looked at Yang Haochen and said: "Yang Haochen, if you don't leave now, we will leave first."

In Yang Haochen's eyes, that smile seemed like a provocation.

Looking at Li Qingyuan's evil smile, Yang Haochen's heart skipped a beat, and he felt like he was being tricked again.

After all, he had suffered a loss at the hands of Li Qingyuan before, so he had to be cautious at this time.

But if Li Qingyuan and the others were allowed to leave first, if someone was lucky enough to successfully obtain the Emperor Sword, all their previous hard work and struggles would become meaningless.

But if he let them go first, he would worry about whether there were any unknown dangers around the Emperor Sword.

Yang Haochen's heart was full of contradictions. He didn't want to give up this opportunity, but he also didn't want to easily step into a possible trap.

For a moment, he was in a dilemma of making an undecided decision.

His eyes switched back and forth between Di Jian, Li Qingyuan and others, and he kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

The people behind him looked at each other, waiting for him to make a decision. The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.