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Although it is said that Champion Marquis is the best among the young generation of Daqian.

However, the martial arts resources obtained by Champion Marquis are huge, not to say a hundred times that of Xiao Ping'an, but more than ninety times that of Xiao Ping'an.

Besides, Champion Marquis is already 24 years old.

He is four years older than Xiao Ping'an.

Also, when Champion Marquis was 20 years old, he was only at the sixth level of perfection.

In terms of realm alone, even the most brilliant Champion Marquis of the young generation of Daqian cannot compare with Xiao Ping'an.

No, the young man in front of him is too scary.

He cannot be allowed to grow up.

Otherwise... the consequences will be extremely serious.

Thinking of this.

Pan Changqiang looked at Xiao Ping'an with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Die."

With a roar, a dazzling golden light condensed from his body, and he took a step and soared into the sky.

"The Seven Swords of Heaven and Earth."

While roaring, Pan Changjiang raised his hand, and suddenly, a sword appeared above his head.

A terrifying aura emanated from the sword.

Xiao Ping'an frowned, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

He could feel an extremely terrifying power from the sword.

"The Seven Swords of Heaven and Earth, the sun and the moon are reversed, yin and yang are not born, and everything is burned."

The Seven Swords of Heaven and Earth are extremely terrifying. This set of swordsmanship is divided into seven kinds of power, namely yin, yang, wind, thunder, fire, lightning, and snow.

The long sword suspended above Pan Changjiang's head suddenly turned into seven.

Pan Changjiang was suspended in the sky, and seven long swords emitting a terrifying aura were suspended around him.

They formed a circle, and there was a faint Tai Chi pattern condensed on his body.

Countless spiritual energy gathered towards him.

Everyone stopped fighting.

Looking at Pan Changjiang in the air.

"So strong."

"Yes."

'Is this the strength of a lower third-grade perfect master? '

'Even among the lower third-grade perfect masters, this one's strength is probably among the best. '

Everyone stared at the seven swords in the air, full of emotion.

Aurora glimpse.

It was like a falling meteor, dazzling, brilliant, brilliant, and dazzling.

These seven swords shot towards Xiao Ping'an at the same time.

Everyone was amazed at the horror of these seven swords.

The sword shadows were heavy, and it seemed that only these seven swords were left in the sky and on the earth. With a strong sense of death crisis, under the splendid, seamless sword light of these seven swords, people felt that there was no way to go to heaven or enter the earth.

If this sword came to me, I would definitely die.

This is what everyone thought.

Fortunately, the seven swords were not going to deal with me.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xiao Pingan with sympathy.

They felt that the young man in front of them was doomed.

Xiao Pingan naturally felt the horror of the Seven Swords of Heaven and Earth.

However.

He did not choose to hide, because he knew that he could not hide at all.

He closed his eyes.

There was nothing in his hands.

This time, he did not use Xiao Li's Flying Dagger.

"What is he doing?"

"Did he give up because he knew he couldn't win?"

"Xiao Pingan should be proud of dying under this terrifying sword move."

"Master."

"Master, get out of the way."

"Brother."

"Uncle."

...

The voices of everyone around him were blocked by Xiao Pingan. At this moment, he slowly stretched out his hand.

A flying knife composed of knife energy.

Slowly condensing.

Inch of light.

Xiao Li's flying knife, controlled by energy.

I don't know why.

I saw Xiao Pingan raise his hand.

Although nothing happened.

However, everyone felt frightened.

It was as if a terrifying force was gathering in Xiao Ping'an's hand.

However, there was clearly nothing in his hand.

What a strange feeling.

This was the blade light, controlling the blade with Qi. As we all know, there is a very high realm in the sword art, called no sword in hand, but sword in the heart.

Similarly, at this moment, although Xiao Ping'an did not have a flying knife in his hand, he had a flying knife in his heart.

This knife.

Already transcended.

Everyone felt a kind of Tao charm in Xiao Ping'an.

"What is this?"

Lei Tong, Huang Batian, and Xie Mengwei's faces suddenly became frightened.

Skills are proficient in Tao.

This is a realm that only a master can comprehend. Why can it be seen in Xiao Ping'an? You know, he is not a master, but just an eighth-grade warrior.

Unbelievable, it is too unbelievable.

The blade light sweptShadow.

A pale white light slowly emerged from Xiao Ping'an's hand.

Everyone saw it.

It was a flying knife.

A white flying knife with a shadow.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see the flying knife clearly.

This flying knife seems to exist between reality and illusion,

full of alternation between darkness and light.

Xiao Ping'an slowly raised his hand.

A white flying knife was gently rotating.

This knife seemed to exist in another time and space, giving people a very unreal feeling.

This world is composed of two parts, one is real and the other is illusion.

Reality is real reality.

Illusion is illusion of illusion.

Do you think what you feel and witness is the real world?

No, the human eye can see many things, but there are also many things that cannot be seen.

Is everything that happens in the real world real?

Not necessarily.

Maybe it's fake.

Maybe it's just Truman's world.

Maybe everything that happens in another world is real.

Why do people dream?

Who dares to say that the world in dreams is not the real world!

Swish.

This knife flew.

Light and darkness, constantly alternating.

Seven swords shot towards Xiao Ping'an, but when they met this flying knife, they all disappeared, as if rain was exposed to the sun, and soon melted, turned into stars, fell into the air, and then disappeared.

The flying knife, at an unpredictable speed, killed Pan Changjiang.

Pan Changjiang's face changed.

The long sword in his hand slashed violently.

But it slashed into the air.

Pan Changjiang was stunned. This flying knife actually had no entity. When he wanted to do something, the flying knife had already pierced his chest. Suddenly, a ball of blood oozed out of his chest, staining his clothes red.

With a bang.

Pan Changjiang fell down.

He lowered his head.

He looked at his chest in disbelief.

There was clearly no weapon there, but his wound was so real.

Pan Changjiang was stunned and didn't speak, as if he was frightened by the flying knife.

He didn't underestimate the enemy this time, so why was he still injured?

Pan Changjiang really couldn't figure it out.

Everyone looked at him blankly.

It seemed that they couldn't accept that Pan Changjiang was injured.

Finally, Xie Mengwei reacted.

He shouted, "Uncle Pan, are you okay?"