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Chapter 18: Qinglian Sword Song Shows Divine Power

"Who are you?"

The sudden laughter made the pores all over Gu Gan's body tighten, and he pulled out the long green sword from his waist as if facing a formidable enemy.

The person in front of me is a powerful enemy.

In front of him, a handsome man wearing a white robe, holding a three-foot long sword, came flying through the air, carrying a sense of charm and nostalgia.

His long white hair was flying in the air. He stood there as if the whole world had stopped, and the energy giant sword in front of him exploded into nothing.

"Principal Qinglian, Li Taibai."

Li Bai spoke calmly, and wisps of white sword energy crisscrossed his body, tearing apart the surrounding areas, causing even Gu Tianzhan to retreat.

Gu Gan frowned and kept recalling the strong men he knew, but there was no information about Li Bai.

Could it be that he is a strong man who is hiding from the world?

However, even if he was afraid of Li Bai, he still took action. No matter what the identity of the other party was, could it be that he would still be stronger than the Gu family, one of the three major divine clans in the Shenwu Continent?

The divine power in Gu Gan's body poured into the cyan sword in his hand without any reservation, and the dragon pattern carved on the sword suddenly shone brightly at this moment.

"Blue Dragon Scroll!"

A hurricane jumped out from the long sword and turned into a green dragon shadow. As soon as the wind dragon appeared, it charged out angrily at Li Bai.

The terrifying wind pressure of the wind dragon swept across all directions. If Gu Tianzhan hadn't stopped him, everyone here would not only faint to death, but would probably bleed into rivers.

Li Bai looked calmly at the wind dragon that was charging towards him. He calmly drew the three-foot long sword in front of him, "Green Lotus Sword Formation!"

The moment the last word from Li Bai's mouth fell, a terrifying sword intent rose into the sky from below the wind dragon, directly submerging the wind dragon's huge body and annihilating it instantly.

The wind dragon was destroyed, and the dragon pattern in Gu Gan's hand became a bit dim. Even he himself felt a blockage in his chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"puff!"

His natal weapon was damaged, and he also suffered severe backlash.

However, Gu Gan did not stop there. Instead, he swayed his body and approached Li Bai directly. His strongest skill was not the duel between martial arts, but the swordsmanship.

Li Bai did not refuse Gu Gan's intention, but also rushed forward to fight with Gu Gan's sword skills.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Nangong Tianzhan on the side was staring at the two people fighting in the air. This was a battle at the level of King Wu, which was very precious to him.

Not only him, but also Gu Lie and the other three people in the stands were staring wide-eyed at this moment, hoping to get some inspiration.

Compared with their shock, Xiao Feng's face showed a touch of confidence. Compared with swordsmanship, Li Bai was no less than anyone. Moreover, if he kept fighting at close range, the result would be... Hehe.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

Li Bai, who had always been a humble gentleman, suddenly raised his voice a few points, chanting continuously, and his body disappeared in an instant, as if he was forced back by Gu Gan.

But Gu Gan was not happy at all, because he felt that he had been locked by an extremely terrifying sword intent, and there was no way to avoid it.

This caused cold sweat to break out on his back, and his body swayed even more, and he was about to leave the area, but the next moment, "Whoosh whoosh..."

Countless rays of white sword energy directly filled the area, instantly drowning Gu Gan who was about to escape, and the screams shook the sky, making everyone who was still awake on the scene feel horrified.

Gu Gan was in such a miserable state at this moment, his clothes were in tatters, and his body was covered with hideous wounds that showed deep bones. His breath was weak, like a dying person.

"Why does it originate and how does it cease? We should ask it with the sword song."


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