ed him somewhat immature, and his position among the Eight Marquises was at the bottom.While Wei Ning Hou Jiao Wu is a veteran god-ranked powerhouse, he has been operating in both the military and pol...Amongst the falling sword blossoms, Jiang Wang finally met Ning Shuangrong face to face.

Even though he was fully immersed in the world of swordsmanship, he had to admit that the smile before him was truly beautiful.

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A smile graced her eyes, dancing in the corners of her lips and eyebrows.

She was genuinely delighted, for an old friend she had never met, for a kindred spirit in the world of swordsmanship.

Of course, you will feel the radiance in this smile, and naturally be moved by this effortless swordsmanship.

The gust of wind trembled in Ning Shuangrong's hair, and at this moment, her flying blue silk, fluttering sleeves, every detail seemed to be revealing the secrets of swordsmanship.

And the Autumn Water Sword, in this world of mystical swordsmanship, amidst countless possibilities, stands out prominently, pointing westward.

This one style, alone on the west tower!

The world's mountains are strange and perilous in their steepness, but none have the ups and downs like the human heart.

The regrets of many years ago always make one reluctant to look back.

Years later, grief always comes unexpectedly, soaring through the heavens unseen by others.

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This sword strike was too risky, too strange, and too sudden.

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Jiang Wang had slain countless enemies, and had fought on many battlefields. He had faced countless opponents, from nameless bandits to high-ranking officials of the empire. Yet, he had never seen such a sword before.

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It was within the gaze's reach, yet it escaped beyond sight.

It should have been aimed at the throat, just off by a hair's breadth.

Thirty-six vital points all over the body, yet chills everywhere!

If we really have to compare, this technique is somewhat similar to Yi Shengfeng's sword that transcends the senses.

But Yi Shengfeng's sword escaped the five senses. Ning Shuangrong's sword, however, seemed to originate in her heart first. The sword entered her heart before it appeared outwardly.

Flesh and soul are both harmed, a compassionate heart is grieved!

This sword strike...it actually carries a hint of the Seven Styles of Battle's power to destroy body and soul. Ning Shuangrong's swordsmanship talent is truly peerless in this world.

Jiang Wangxin was fearless, his body as radiant as glass. He wasn't afraid of such sword techniques, but at this moment, by suspending his divine powers and sealing his magic, he fell into danger in an instant.

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Though the sword blossoms remain unfading, traces of heartache have begun to appear. Every vulnerable point on my body is targeted by the sharpness of the blade.

At this moment, he moved, like a dragon raising its head, and a terrifying aura spread around! The majestic sword energy condensed into a peak that supported the sky. This was the ultimate sword technique.

This ultimate move, the pinnacle sword of overwhelming power, reached its peak but did not topple.

Jiang Wang soared into the sky, his body wrapped in a powerful sword aura. He shattered the scattered sword blossoms and stood tall like a mountain, thus escaping the confinement of Ning Shuangrong's move, "Alone on the West Tower."

A brilliant retort!

It takes more than just being a brilliant battle tactician to come up with such effortless countermeasures.

Ning Shuang's sword style was old-fashioned, futile in its practice, but she wasn't disappointed. Instead, she felt a surprise, and from it, a beautiful inspiration was born.

Only with such a rare opponent in this world can we clash and produce sword techniques that are as extraordinary as the world itself.

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A sword strike misses, another is drawn.

In silence, I ascended the western tower alone, and all I saw was emptiness.

The scene is empty, and so is my heart.

Her capricious and strange sword suddenly rose!

The tip of the sword resembled a flying eaves, hooked up.

Then the entire sword soared into the air like a spirit snake.

The man soared into the sky with his sword.

The sword's energy soared, like a sapling that suddenly leaped over thousands of years, in an instant becoming a towering giant!

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Ning Shuangrong's sword and Jiang Wang's sword rose into the sky at the same time.

But her sword didn't possess a mighty aura, instead it carried a faint and melancholic air that left one with nowhere to hide.

This posture, a lonely parasol tree!

Jiang Wang's ultimate sword was like a pillar supporting the heavens and earth, Ning Shuangrong's lonely Wutong tree seemed to be attached to her bones, following her everywhere.

Sword intent tangled with sword intent, sword light clashing against sword light, sword tips chasing each other!

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She and Jiang Wang waged war on every definition concerning the sword.

It’s not that there is unmatched confidence in the swordsmanship, it's impossible to develop such a sword style.

A scholar in green robes and wielding a sword, struck down his enemy. His blade shone like a waterfall of light as he fought.

The more they killed, the higher they climbed, almost reaching the point of questioning swords.

The shadow of the parasol tree shrouds the small courtyard, making it especially lonely.

But what brings loneliness, is it the shadow of a camphor tree or the full moon over the west building

It's the longing in your heart!

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Ning Shuangrong's sword, like a suffocating net. Zhang Luo silently, yet inescapable.

"Man cannot escape loneliness."

One solitary phoenix tree, in this particular situation, suppressed all possibilities of the human-shaped sword.

There's no coming, no going, no stopping.

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At this moment, Jiang Wang felt constrained, even painful.

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He used his killing style as an escape, already like a gazelle hanging from a horn, with no trace to be found. Ning Shuangrong's connection was even more unique genius, marvelous beyond words. It made his sword reach its peak, but instead fell into the dust net.

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His body and mind were indeed affected by such swordsmanship, and he once again recognized Ning Shuangrong's extraordinary swordsmanship talent.

Countless responses flashed through his mind like lightning, just in swordsmanship alone. How many other possibilities were there

Bang bang bang!

The heart beat violently.

The painful throbbing.

That's when it hit me!

In that ancient starry sky, there was a red seven-tiered, four-cornered eaves pavilion and a grand, majestic seven-tiered purple building. At this moment, they both moved slightly.

In the distant world of stars, a resonance occurred.

Jiang Wang's heart suddenly stopped.

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In Ning Shuangrong's sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, that world-renowned sword of longing had vanished!

Meanwhile.

She felt extreme fear, a sense of imminent danger!

The lone acacia's sword style was like a tattered cloud, rolling across the sky. The myriad sword shadows flickered and vanished in an instant.

She had to withdraw her sword and retreat first.

At this moment, Jiang Wang was employing Yi Shengfeng's sword that had hidden itself beyond the senses!

His Greedy Wolf Star Pavilion and Broken Army Star Pavilion had both once absorbed Easy Victory Peak's star pavilions within the same domain for their own use. But it seemed that besides bolstering their own star pavilions, there was no other effect.

Today might be a surprise.

In daily practice, I have deeply understood the path of cultivation and honed my skills. In the recent battle with Ning Shuangrong, I was inspired to further refine my techniques.

Jiang Wang had tried several times to imitate this sword, but was unable to do so. Now, he reappeared in the Sword Asking Gorge to test it again!

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Compared to Yi Shengfeng's sword before, this one lacked the ability to erase an enemy's awareness. But in Jiang Wang's hands, who had become a god-like figure, it extracted even the enemy's spirit. It was truly a sword that killed the enemy without their knowledge.

Long night no moon hard to open eyes, do not know life and death fall what door!

The autumn water sword passes and then rises again, rising and then falling.

Ning Xiangrong's figure plummeted at an extreme speed. Though unseen was Jiang Wang's sword, one could clearly feel its pursuit.

It has form and substance, yet it has no shape or trace.

At this moment, her eyes were complex and hard to describe.

Her Autumn Water Sword also became quite complex.

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Clad in green, she floated gracefully through the air, like a jade leaf that shouldn't fall. However, her Autumn Water Sword seemed to possess its own sentience, whirling around her body.

But see the flickering sword shadows, the looming sword edges, and the brilliant sword light.

Her sword stance, sword intent, and sword qi instantly wove a massive cage, imprisoning all things between heaven and earth within it.

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A thousand-year lock for the joy of meeting!

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Lock the bright moon, so that there is no lovesickness in the world.

Lock away the ages, so that there be no parting sorrows.

The Autumn Water Sword slashed onto Chang Xiang Si.

Blades clashed, drawing streaks of blinding sparks.

A pool of autumn water reflects the bright moon.

She drew a sword with this blade, slaying the Jiang Wang who was hiding beyond sensory perception!

Jiang Wang, along with his sword, was cut back into the air!

Jiang Wang, soaring high in the sky, curled up into a ball, his sword converging into a perfect circle.

The sword rack remains unsheathed, the sword's aura still lingers.

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If he believed more firmly in the power of that sword, which transcended the senses, then he wouldn't just be like this now; he should have already been defeated.

It was precisely because he always kept some reserves of strength that he could momentarily break free under Ning Shuangrong's signature move, "Eternal Lock."

This brief clash of wills had its own calculations behind it.

Ning Shuangrong and Yishengfeng had fought before, so Ning Shuangrong had already thought about how to counter Yishengfeng's sword. Although surprised that Jiang Wang could replicate it, she planned to end the battle with this sword. Knowing that Ning Shuangrong had fought against Yishengfeng before, Jiang Wang held back in this move.

At this time, Jiang Wang's figure flew backwards.

Ning Xiang's countenance was as serene as frost, yet she bore the weight of a thousand years in her movements. She rose with the momentum of one who would not relinquish this rare advantage.

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Suddenly, stars cascaded like a waterfall, filling the entire Sword Asking Gorge.

Four brilliant stars shine brightly in the heavens.

The starry path twisted and turned, momentarily piercing through the Big Dipper.

Jiang Wang's figure, which had shrunk into a ball, suddenly opened up, like a full draw and relaxed bow. At this crucial moment, he moved the Dao Tu Sha Jian, but with the Bei Dou Zhao Jian Ge!

Ning Shuangrong let out a soft sigh. With a mere turn of her wrist, the Qiushui Sword flew from her grasp and returned to its sheath.

"Lord Wu'an's skill surpasses mine by far. Ning acknowledges defeat!"

The boundless sword intent and sword sense had dissipated.

Amongst the scattered sword qi, she gracefully descended.

The Autumn Water Sword trembled a few times on the cliff face as if unwilling to yield to the earthquake, then, sword and scabbard together, flew back into her hand.

Ning Shuangrong and Dou Zhao share a common ground: they both perceived Jiang Wang's ability to capture insights. They chose to suppress Jiang Wang's awareness with the new and the strange, thereby nullifying his combat advantage.

Dou Zhao kept switching up his sword techniques in the fight, and Ning Shuangrong's peerless swordsmanship came at him wave after wave.

But she was different from Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao's Dou Zhan Seven Forms was the number one killing technique since ancient times, and he didn't worry about being targeted. Dou Zhao saved it for a critical moment, not wanting to give Jiang Wang more time to adapt, and even more so to achieve a quick and decisive kill. For most of their confrontation, he wasn't at his full strength.

While Ning Shuangrong has been demonstrating her strongest state, there are no other options besides these sets of sword techniques.

There is only the weak, and there is nothing stronger.

Since this set of ultimate sword techniques, "Meeting Joy," failed to defeat Jiang Wang, she was already defeated.

The final leap, a desperate chase. When Jiang Wang's path illuminated with the gleam of her killing sword, she had no more chance but to sheath it and accept defeat.

Ning Shuang's expression was calm as she sheathed her sword swiftly and cleanly.

Even when Jiang Wang returned to his sheath, he remained as calm and composed as the clouds after a storm. With a single sweep of his hand, he extinguished all the stars in the sky, even obliterating the solitary light of the Big Dipper.

Having walked back to the ground after traversing the heavenly clouds, Jiang addressed Ning Shuangrong with a bow: "Jian Ge indeed lives up to his reputation as the sword master of both past and present. Fellow Daoist Ning's swordsmanship is unparalleled. In this battle, Jiang has gained much!"

Of course, this time both of them did not use divine powers, Taoism, or spiritual domains. In these three aspects, he was undoubtedly at an absolute advantage.

But in terms of swordsmanship alone, this confrontation of intent and momentum, he did not surpass Ning Shuangrong. His final move, the "Path of Movement Killing Sword," was also intended to rely on brute force to break through.

Ning Shuangrong said that she had lost more than just a few points, but she was embarrassed to admit it.

This sword fight, from all aspects, can be said to be a wonderful battle.

This is especially true for the warring parties.

They are bosom friends who have met many times in the illusory realm of Tai Xu. They are each other's most frequent sparring partners. Although they haven't met in reality, they already know each other well and can be considered good friends.

Of course, today I have different factions and have to wield the sword.

But from a personal perspective, both sides were actually without malicious intent.

Jiang Wang's first sword, Frost and Snow Clarity, expressed his pure heart while wielding the sword, asking for Ning Shuang to be clear.

Ning Shuangrong's last response was to meet in battle, a swordsman meeting another swordsman, a hero admiring another hero. Ning Jianke and Dugu Wudi, upon meeting, found joy in each other's company.

It can be said to be exhilarating, each person without regret.

Not until this moment did Zhu Yao urge Bai Niu, hurrying the ox cart forward. Her slender eyes shone with intelligence as she eagerly said, “Master, Immortal Sister, get in the cart! I'll drive for you!”

Ning Shuangrong smiled: "I am the same generation as your master, so calling me sister would make me seem a generation younger than you."

“That… Lady Master!” Chu Yao Stone shouted in astonishment.

Jiang Wang had a sudden realization, and he immediately covered his head and fell silent.

Chu Yao pouted her mouth aggrievedly, her eyes welling up with tears from the pain.

He didn't have any other thoughts, he just thought this elder sister was too beautiful. He thought if he could see her every day, how wonderful it would be And only a woman as beautiful as her deserved his master.

Now that I've learned my lesson, I angrily thought to myself, "You're so beautiful and you didn't even try! Just wait until you find a wife like a pig in the future!"

He was the best pig feeder in Wa Ya Town, with a waist and chest as thick as tree trunks. When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice could be heard from east to west of the town. His skin was as dark as coal, even darker than his brother Chu Yao.

With such a vicious fantasy, the pain in his head subsided considerably, and he couldn't help but grin foolishly.

Ning Shuangrong watched this young boy cry and laugh, looking a little out of it. She didn't pay too much attention to his careless words, simply turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, saying to the master and apprentice: "Please follow me."

Jiang Wang held his sword and walked side by side with Ning Shuangrong. Bai Niu, the old ox, plodded along pulling the cart behind them.

The long sword valley gradually moved with the sunlight and finally reached its destination.

This is probably the end of the entire Qijian Gorge.

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On the heights of the sheer cliffs, they dug through the mountain bodies to construct fortified strongholds. As for how solid the materials were, how powerful the formations, and how ingeniously they were built, needless to say.

It is worth noting that both fortresses have names.

To the northwest it is called "Zang Feng," and to the southeast, "Wang Ji."

In both fortresses, the presence of powerful figures was unmistakable. Zang Feng Fort was eerily silent, while Wǎng Jǐ Fort was filled with a surging aura of sword energy.

Looking up, from southeast to northwest, between the two fortresses, only a plank road connected them.

This is also the only plank road in Wujian Gorge.

It stands here, as if with the two cliffs on either side, forming a natural gateway.

"It's called the Tiān Mén Zhàn Dào," Níng Shuāng Róng introduced. "Throughout history, anyone visiting Jiànguè has only ever taken this path."

Zhu Yao looked up with effort, glancing left and right, then slumped her face and said, "How are Bai Niu and I supposed to get up there"

Of course, he wanted his master to carry him flying on his back, but Bai Niu was so big. This fairy sister should find it hard to carry him, right

Ning Shuangrong smiled: "The carriage can be unloaded here for now, nobody will touch it. As for you and Bai Niu...you can walk up yourselves."

She pointed her index and middle fingers like swords, making just a slight rotation as she aimed them at the sky.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed through the air.

A flurry of long swords flew through the air, momentarily filling the entire field of vision.

In the dazzling flight, there is a wonderful order. Finally, they lined up neatly under the Tianmen Plank Road, forming a ladder built of swords!

Chu Yao was nine years old when he went to the Sword Valley.

Using the sword as a ladder, one climbs to Jiange Pavilion.on-binding rope, it was a makeshift trap he had set up during the battle. If his opponents hadn't been completely scared off, he would have used this treasure bestowed by Hai Zongming to make one last...