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  Xuanyuan Long wanted to use his palms to meet the sword light head-on and trap it between them.

  But unexpectedly, a burst of green sword aura suddenly exploded from that green light!

  Like a true dragon, at this moment it suddenly shook its scales, and all the dragon scales opened together!

  A green dragon in the sleeve, the true dragon shakes its armor!

  The sword light at this moment is like a real green dragon!

  The azure sword's blade disperses, cutting off each and every one of the golden needles!

  Hongyuan Long took a step back, his expression becoming solemn and serious.

  He enunciated each word slowly, squeezing out three words from between his teeth: "Yan! Zhao! Ge!"

  A figure appeared before the crowd, wearing a white robe with a blue cloak over it, and black trim on the cloak, it was indeed Yan Zhao Ge.

  Seeing the calm and composed Yan Zhao Song, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll, Guang Cheng Shan's disciple suddenly felt a weight lift off his shoulders, and the pressure brought by Chu Yuan Long earlier vanished into thin air.

  The Taichang Saints' disciples all had a tight knot in their hearts.

  Although they were proud and arrogant in their daily lives, at this moment, their momentum had become low.

  Yanzhao song arrived neither too quickly nor too slowly in front of Chongyuan Long: "I'm here, how do you want to end this? Speak."

  Chongyuan Long stared at Yan Zhao Ge and shouted in a deep voice: "You've come just in time!"

  His entire body seemed to shine with a golden light, millions of golden needles-like rays, like sunlight illuminating all directions.

  The next moment, Chongyuan Long slapped a palm towards Yan Zhao Ge.

  Taiyi Holy Sect's orthodox martial art, Zhongtian Divine Palm!

  Scorching sun, like the sun at noon!

  Unlike before when he stunned Si Kongqing and Ye Jing, Chuang Yuandragon now not only used the Sun Golden Needle Technique but also activated another martial arts ultimate technique, the Heavenly God Palm.

  The combination of two things adds more power.

  A slight stir of the palm wind is as sharp as a steel knife.

  Within the range of Hongyuan Long's palm, the surrounding space was suddenly frozen, and even dust particles were fixed in mid-air.

  A single palm strike, sealing off the airflow within a small space, cultivating energy like stone, and grasping iron as if it were mud!

  Yanzhao Song's face didn't change color, his right hand shook once, and a streak of green light flashed out from the cuff, heading towards Chongyuan Long.

  The dragon's roar sounded again, and the green sword light shook violently. The countless sword tips flickered, like a divine dragon shaking its armor.

  The figure of Yan Zhao merged with his sword, like a dragon soaring through the clouds. The entire person seemed to transform into a green dragon rising into the sky, bursting forth from the myriad golden lights!

  A green dragon in the sleeve, clouds rising with the dragon's might!

  Clouds rise like a dragon's scales, surging upwards like clouds, rising like a dragon soaring, also metaphorically describing heroes and outstanding individuals rising with the times!

  "Bang!"

  A crisp sound, and Jin Meng and Qing Meng dispersed together.

  Chuang Yu Long's body shape flew back, and after re-establishing himself, his eyes even had some confusion.

  When he came to, his face suddenly turned extremely ferocious, staring at Yan Zhao Ge.

  On his face, a thin crimson blood mark was clearly visible, obviously drawn out by Yan Zhao Ge with something.

  Yanzhao song with both hands behind his back, calmly looked at Huang Yuandong, and didn't say a word, as if asking him if he was coming or not.

  Hongyuan Longqi obtained one Buddha ascended to heaven, two Buddhas emerged from the aperture, let out a loud angry shout, and pounced again.

  In the dark town of Longyuan, a green light reappears and the dragon's roar is heard again.

  "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

  All the disciples of the Great Sun Sacred Sect were stunned at this moment, and they only saw that their own brother Chong, who was still full of energy just a moment ago, now had blood marks on his face, crisscrossing each other, which was so miserable that it made people's hearts ache and tears fall.

  Hong Yuanlong was beaten until he became dizzy and his eyes turned bloodshot.

  He gathered all his energy and concentrated it on his palms, then launched a fierce attack at Yan Zhao Ge.

  With this blow, he completely abandoned his own defense and only attacked, raising his attack power to its peak. Even if it meant mutual destruction, he had to kill Yan Zhao Ge on the spot!

  Yanzhao Ge gave him a slanted glance, his right hand shook again, and one sword met the incoming palm of Chongyuan Long head-on.

  A shrill dragon's roar echoed through the air, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

  The next moment, everyone saw that a blood hole appeared in the palm of Chongyuan's hand, and he was pierced by Yan Zhao Ge's sword!

  Yanzhao Song faintly said: "Satisfied?"

  Facing the gaze of the crowd's astonishment, Yan Zhao Ge's expression was calm and serene. With a flick of his sleeve, the cuff revealed a glimpse of emerald green.

  Everyone's eyes widened as they finally saw clearly what had been used by Yan Zhao Ge all along - his weapon.

  But everyone took a deep breath in unison.

  Xuan Yuanlong saw it and his eyes turned dark, almost fainting on the spot.

  That was not a sword, but a slender emerald green bamboo branch that could hardly be grasped.

  Yanzhao song: Right hand grasping a bamboo branch, left hand pinching the other end.

  Plump emerald green slender bamboo branches, in his hands slightly curved into an arc, even with a few fresh bamboo leaves gently swaying.

  As they watched this scene unfold, everyone's face revealed an expression of utter incredulity.

  Innumerable thoughts surge in people's minds.

  "Is... is it some kind of rare treasure? It's just that sacred objects are obscure, so it looks like an ordinary bamboo branch?"

  Someone had just risen this thought in their heart when they saw Yan Zhao Ge flick her sleeve.

  Bamboo branch falls to the ground, like a sharp sword inserted into the earth, gently swaying.

  But having lost the spiritual support of the Yan Zhao song, the bamboo branch immediately withered under the evil influence that invaded the Dragon Spring.

  Originally fresh green, withering rapidly, the flexible branches lose moisture, turn yellow and wither, then rot, finally turning into a puff of flying ash.

  Onlookers were stunned: "Actually... it's really just an ordinary emerald bamboo branch?!"

  Ye Jing furrowed his brow, took a deep breath: "But such a fragile bamboo branch, how can it withstand the attachment of such a powerful martial artist's aura? Not to mention using it against an enemy, if the aura is poured in, the bamboo branch itself will be crushed into powder instantly."

  "Gold and iron cannot bear it, let alone grass and wood?"

  "Exquisite and subtle, with a mastery that reaches the pinnacle of control, making heavy things seem light and effortless." Ci Kong Qing's eyes flashed with an astonishing gleam: "When you drew your sword, it only contained the aura of martial energy, without any hint of spiritual energy from a treasured sword. The blade was sharp as a battle-sword, I thought it was just an ordinary sword, never expecting it to be... bamboo."

  Sī Kōng Qíng gazed at Yàn Zhāo Gē: "He broke through the bottleneck and advanced to the realm of External Gong Master? I've never heard of any Internal Gong Master who can control their own Gong energy with such precision."

  "But even if he were a master of the initial stage of external alchemy, it would still be impossible for him to achieve that. What exactly..."

  For a moment, everyone was somewhat absent-minded.

  They themselves may have lower cultivation bases, but they all come from famous sects and schools, have seen a lot and are knowledgeable, with broad vision, and can all see that the sword just now was extraordinary.

  With bamboo as a sword, it still has such power, what if it were a real sword?

  What about precious swords?

  Even the disciples of Guang Cheng Mountain were all silent.

  Hongyuan Long stared at Yan Zhao Ge with a fierce gaze, his breathing was like an ox, and the spiritual energy of the treasure sword began to surge on his body.

  Far surpasses the inferior treasure sword's spiritual energy fluctuations.

  Yanzhao Song looked at him indifferently: "Do you want to compete with me on who has better weapons?"

  Hongyuan Long was taken aback, his face suddenly turning bright red, but he didn't dare to urge his treasure sword again.

  The song of Yan and Zhao is finished, his robe sleeves swept once, and the ten or so inferior precious swords that had fallen to the ground all flew up together!

  With the momentum of the storm, numerous precious weapons suddenly burst forth with spiritual energy and then together poured down on Chong Yuandragon like a sky-covering and earth-shrouding deluge.

  The disciples of Guang Cheng Mountain all let out a cry of surprise. At this moment, the power displayed by Bao Bing was completely different from when they had urged him on!

  Hong Yuandragon didn't dare resist anymore and was blown back by the violent storm-like treasure sword.

  A crowd of Guang Cheng Shan disciples burst into loud laughter, while the Tai Ri Sheng Zong disciples looked dispirited.

  These precious weapons were mostly shields, arm guards and armor, but now they were being driven by the Yan Zhao song to attack, just like a giant hidden weapon, with great momentum and force.

  Yanzhao song finally hits a shield with a lone punch in mid-air.

  The shield shattered through Rongyuan Long's defense and smashed into his forehead, directly knocking the great saint of the Day Sect unconscious.

  Duan Yuandong was stunned, Yan Zhao Ge's nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, his gaze turned to those Taiyi Holy Sect disciples, the other party suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.