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  Her hands were as white as jade, her long sword was like ink.

  What was stirred up were waves of golden ripples, like a scorching sun.

  The great sun no longer hangs high in the sky, but instead sweeps across a magnificent and beautiful arc, descending from heaven to set the four fields ablaze!

  The knife wind was biting, and for a time, all three of the Taiyi Holy Sect's disciples felt suffocated, their faces pale with fear.

  "At this moment, her cultivation has fallen, she is heavily injured and cannot exert the full power of this treasure sword, how can the knife momentum be so fierce?"

  The mountain ridge's Yan Zhao song looked at this scene and also felt a burst of excitement: "There are two geniuses."

  No need to make a move, but once you do, just one move and Yan Zhao Ge will know the outcome of this battle.

  This girl was indeed seriously injured and her original cultivation strength could not be exerted at all.

  The internal energy of a martial artist is too weak to be mobilized, even if it's not said that the aura cannot be urged.

  Refined Body Martial Artist Threefold Realm, Fleshly Body, Meridian Conduction, and Air Guidance, she can at most exert the level of initial air guidance.

  And her three opponents were also in the initial stage of cultivating Qi.

  But even so, with one against three, victory will still belong to this girl.

  Having been a master, the current three opponents' eyesight and experience are far superior on one hand, but being able to win with such ease, the girl's understanding and grasp of her own martial arts training were also much stronger than that of her opponents.

  Just by looking at this sword, Yan Zhao Ge can assert that if they were in the same realm, Xiao Sheng might not even be a match for this woman.

  "When did Dari Saint Sect produce such an excellent disciple?" Yan Zhao Ge stroked his chin: "Looks like he's only seventeen or eighteen years old."

  Three great Sun Saint Sect disciples also had a precious treasure sword.

  Now everyone's strength as a Body Cultivator is unable to fully unleash the power of the treasured sword.

  But the girl's black sword was a treasure that could suppress her opponents without saying anything.

  The blade points forward, the wind and clouds are stirred up, the thunder is shaking, the sun sets in the west!

  In the blink of an eye, all three Da Ri Saint Sect disciples had been defeated.

  The girl held a black dagger and stood in front of them, smiling lightly: "I've told you before, just stand still and wait."

  "That disciple of the Cai surname's Big Dipper Saint Sect shouted: 'You dare to move against us? Elder Xiao and our sect will not let you off!'"

  "Your master is dead, your father is also dead now, and there's no one left to protect you!"

  The girl's body shook, and the smile on her face disappeared. She stared at him and asked, "You said my master had an accident? Who did it?"

  Cai Shidi hummed: "The other day, a small-scale invasion of the Flame Demon occurred in the East Sea. Your master was on duty to guard against it and was killed by the Flame Demon during the conflict."

  "Now you know, right? Your backing is all gone, be sensible and surrender obediently, otherwise you will suffer the consequences!"

  The girl took a deep breath and regained her composure, looking at the three of Cai Shidi: "You don't understand, it's not that my master is protecting me, but she's protecting you guys."

  All three were shocked, and before they could react, a flash of knife light appeared!

  Tsai's younger brother flew up into the air with a loud crash, leaving the other two staring at each other in shock.

  The young girl said calmly, "For the past two years, you and other fellow disciples have repeatedly tried to kill me. I defeated you, but not once did I take your lives, often revealing my whereabouts and adding many dangers unnecessarily."

  "I spar with you because I don't go for the kill, but many times it's myself who ends up adding unnecessary injuries."

  "You think I'm soft-hearted? Since I escaped from the mountain gate, I've been wandering alone, killing more people than you three have in your lifetime combined."

  "But I've never killed anyone from our own clan, do you think I'm afraid of a falling out?"

  "Joke, from that day on, the face has already been torn apart!"

  The girl said, and another knife was added, killing one more person: "I don't want to kill you all, I just don't want my master's elderly self to have a hard time staying in the sect."

  "Now that Master is no longer here, I have nothing more to worry about."

  "This is outrageous! I'm going against it!"

  The third sword fell, and another head hit the ground!

  "I'd rather die once; even on the road to the underworld, you'll still have to carry my coffin for me!"

  She killed three people on the spot, her expression unchanged. She put away the black sword and looked indifferently at the fellow disciples who had just died in front of her.

  A tinge of sadness crept into her eyes, but it was not for the three people in front of her, rather it was for her own master.

  "The Taichang Emperor was indeed hard to deal with, and it's likely that in the end there will only be one death."

  A voice suddenly sounded in her ear, the girl was startled and turned around to see a young man wearing white clothes with a black-edged blue robe appearing before her.

  "The people of Guang Cheng Mountain... The Guang Cheng Prince's Yan Zhao Song?"

  The girl calmed down quickly, and the portrait of Yan Zhao Ge's appearance had been spread in the Eight Extremes Great World, so she could also recognize it.

  Yanzhao Song smiled slightly: "I don't know what rules of the Great Sun Sacred Sect you've broken, but if it was just some minor squabbles between junior disciples before, then from now on you'll be facing the pursuit and killing by true masters."

  "Right, you know who I am now, but I still don't know what to call you."

  The girl nodded and said with a calm demeanor: "My surname is Feng, Feng Yunsheng."

  Yanzhao Song slightly tilted her head and looked at her: "Hehe, good name, knife light rises, wind and clouds are born, people like their names."

  Feng Yun Song looked at Yan Zhao Ge and said bluntly: "I don't know what Brother Yan wants to do?"

  "If you want to capture me and hand me over to the Great Sun Holy Sect, your cultivation is too high, I won't be able to escape, but I also won't surrender easily, even if it means humiliating myself."

  "If you don't catch me, I'd rather throw myself into the vast mountains to seek refuge, but how much hope is there?"

  Taking in disciples who have betrayed their own sect is no trivial matter.

  It's unlikely that Guang Cheng Shan and Da Ri Sheng Zong would do such a thing, even if they have been at odds with each other since ancient times. It could lead to war between the two sacred places.

  Feng Yun Song also understood this principle: "I'm shamelessly boasting, nursing my injuries, in the path of martial arts, I'm considered a promising talent worth cultivating, at least I won't be worse than Xiao Sheng or Huang Yuan Long."

  "Dahua Shengzong's intelligence, I can provide some, but not much, especially its martial arts inheritance, forgive me for not being able to provide it. Although my master has passed away, such things, I think she would not want me to do."

  "But the intelligence I can provide also has some value."

  Feng Yun Shuang spoke quickly, but his words were clear and logical: "I know that my chips are limited, and I don't dare to have too much expectation. If Master Yan doesn't catch me, Guang Cheng Shan also has no intention of doing anything to me. Can you just pretend you haven't seen me and let me leave?"

  Yanzhao song had interest in listening to her finish, hehe smiled: "Interesting, since you get straight to the point, I won't beat around the bush either."

  "You yourself said that your chips are limited, so wanting our sect to take you in and help you withstand the pressure from the Great Sun Holy Religion is unlikely."

  "At least, the words that would make people stay no matter what, Feng Yun Song, are not enough to make up for it." Yan Zhao Ge smiled and glanced at Feng Yun Song: "However, if it were Feng Mu Ge, things might be different."

  Feng Yun Cong fell silent for a moment before responding: "Before escaping from the mountain gate, Feng Mu Ge had already become Feng Yun Cong."