Dong Nanshu flew out from the Northern Territory martial artists' ranks. With a flick of his folding fan, he wielded it as a sword and slashed at the two treasured swords attacking Yan Zhuangyun, knocking them back and temporarily relieving Yan Zhuangyun's crisis.
At that moment.
After being illuminated by the Eternal Night Oil Lamp, Lu Qingjun's six senses slowly returned, and he gradually opened his eyes.
Seeing Yan Zhuangyun's battered, gasping appearance, he was not surprised in the slightest. Instead, he wore an expression as though this was exactly how things should have turned out!
But what he had not expected was that a scholar-like man in a feathered fan and scholar's cap was standing beside Yan Zhuangyun.
"Saint Son Lu Qingjun, let's stop here!" After saving Yan Zhuangyun, Dong Nanshu shook open his folding fan again and said to Lu Qingjun with a beaming smile, "If you insist on continuing to make trouble, then the opponent you face will no longer be Yan Zhuangyun alone."
"Oh? Is that so?" Lu Qingjun's sword-like brows rose sharply, the veins on his forehead throbbing as he looked at Yan Zhuangyun and Dong Nanshu with contempt. "Even if the two of you come at me together, what do I have to fear?"
Slap!
Lu Qingjun suddenly slammed his palm onto the Cosmos Sword Box. The wooden board on the left tilted once more, revealing a third sword sheath.
This third sword sheath was considerably wider than the first two, a full two palms wide. Its surface was earthen yellow and radiated a heavy aura!
The moment Cui Teng suddenly turned his sword around and slashed toward Lu Qingjun.
I saw the Immortal Severing Sword and Demon Slayer Sword go first, followed by this "Righteous Qi" sword, which came rushing after them straight