"Son, I will feel sorry for you!"

The hall fell silent again for a while.

Zhao Ji looked at this unlucky child and didn't know whether to be happy or scold him.

How did this impulsive kid manage to survive as a hostage for so long?

Zhao Ning couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth: "Wuji! This is the Sword Immortal Conference, how is it possible to not get injured at all? In the past, I have been on the battlefield and narrowly escaped death multiple times. Now, I am just sparring with Ying Wuque. What is there to worry about?"

For some reason, she felt delighted when she spoke.

Ying Wuji shook his head and turned to Zhao Ji: "Father, to be honest, I didn't pay much attention to the sparring in the arena just now. I was observing Ying Wuque the whole time.

Your Highness revealed the aura of Emperor Zhuanxu, leaving everyone in shock.

But Ying Wuque only showed a slight surprise, and then his gaze returned to its original state.

Your Highness should remember his gaze.

If Your Highness can perform at eighty percent of your strength today, I'm afraid..."

Zhao Ning's expression became serious, remembering that gaze.

Even now, recalling it made him feel uncomfortable.

How much more than eighty percent did he perform today?

Mi Xingli was indeed very formidable.

She chose the most suitable strategy for a quick victory, and her performance was truly perfect.

If Ying Wuque thinks he can easily win, then perhaps his own strength is not as strong as he imagined.

Zhao Ji interrupted directly: "This brat just has an eye problem. You can interpret so much from just a gaze. Should I praise your insight or say that you are timid?"

This time, he was truly angry.

But Ying Wuji still shook his head: "Father, this matter may not be as simple as we imagine. Please listen to me carefully..."

He recounted what Ying Wuque said just now, as well as the incident with Lao Bi Deng coming to him yesterday, and the self-repairing mirror.

After listening to it all.

Zhao Ji and Zhao Ning couldn't help but exchange a glance, feeling that there were indeed many suspicious things when these incidents were combined.

Looking at the performance of the Qian royal family, it seems that they do have the intention of sending Ying Wuji back to the Qian Kingdom.

The behavior of the old man and the child these past two days also seems to be an attempt to provoke Ying Wuji's emotions.

They had some vague guesses about what this father and son wanted to do, but they were also afraid to believe the answers they came up with because they were too malicious.

They were blood relatives, how could it come to this?

Wuji is indeed good!

But why did you previously show an attitude of indifference towards him, and now you are trying to win him over repeatedly?

Zhao Ji was puzzled.

But he still shook his head: "You don't need to mention this matter again. It is impossible to retreat without fighting."

Ying Wuji retorted: "It's not about retreating without fighting. My intention is to approach this rationally. In this Sword Immortal Conference, there are countless heroes, and there are many who voluntarily admit defeat after realizing the outcome. Both Ji Su and Mi Xingli, after recognizing the result, did not make any unnecessary sacrifices.

Your Highness, who has experienced countless battles, can clearly see the strength of both sides.

If you can win, you should go all out.

If..."

"I, the Crown Prince of the Great Li, how can I be compared to these two?"

Zhao Ji was somewhat angry: "Sometimes, doing what you know is impossible is the true way of a strong person! Moreover, you are just making baseless speculations and disturbing the morale of the army.

If I didn't see you as a person, I would really think you were sent by the enemy to disturb our minds.

My Crown Prince has much more potential than you. I know him better than you do.

Ning'er has never disappointed me since he was young.

This time will be no exception.

Don't mention this matter again in the future, otherwise you will be punished for disturbing the morale of the army."

Ying Wuji: "..."

Why is his father-in-law so stubborn?

Zhao Ning smiled and comforted: "Wuji, you are just being overly suspicious. There's no need to be so cautious! Father was right just now. Given the current situation between Qian and Li, even if Ying Wuque can win, he won't be able to harm my life.

Even if he really wins, where can I lose?

The Hanguang Sword must stay in the Li Kingdom!

Just as you said before, the Zhao family's reform should be a decisive action.

This Sword Immortal Conference is just a sharpening process.

In this world, who wants to cut off rotten flesh but fears the pain?

When you talk about the great principles, you are clearer than anyone else.

Why can't you make up your mind now?"

Zhao Ji gave Ying Wuji a disdainful look: "Why can't you make up your mind? This kid always says one thing and does another. What else is there to say? Both of you, get out of here and don't bother me!"

After speaking, he impatiently waved his hand.

Ying Wuji had no choice but to bow and leave the Chongli Palace.

Zhao Ning also followed: "Wuji, I'll see you off!"

They understood the implied meaning when their father asked them to leave together just now.

The two glanced at each other.

Walking side by side, they headed towards the palace gate.

They didn't speak along the way, until they got on the carriage at the Marquis's Mansion.

They activated the soundproofing talisman.

Zhao Ning looked at Ying Wuji, with a smile that couldn't be hidden between her eyebrows and eyes, but she didn't know what to say for a long time.After a while, he smiled and said, "Actually, you don't need to worry. The difference in the spiritual fetus grade between me and Ying Wuque is only one level. Zhuan Xu's Blood Ignition Technique and Chongli Sword are enough to make up for it!"

Wuji curled his lips and said, "The problem is that Ying Wuque is not a good person either. He has been practicing in the mountains for so many years and still has a mother from the Li family. In these years, your main focus has been on politics..."

Zhao Ning smiled and shook his head. "The king once said that I am a martial arts genius delayed by politics..."

Wuji became a little annoyed. "I know this. If Goku doesn't study, the whole king will cry. After the Saiyan is on the verge of death, his combat power soars, right?"

Zhao Ning was stunned. "What?"

Wuji had a headache.

This damn education is really harmful!

Who can bear to see their wife being beaten?

And that mirror that collects emotions is still a hidden worry.

Seeing his annoyed look, Zhao Ning couldn't help but smile. Wuji used to say things she couldn't understand all the time, and she had gotten used to it.

After hesitating for a moment, she asked a question, "Between caring for me and worrying about the mirror, which one weighs more?"

"Huh?"

Wuji looked at her. Although they had already had intimate actions in the stone room before, it was only physical intimacy. This was the first time he heard Zhao Ning say something like this, like a couple's playful words.

Zhao Ning hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Do you care about me or the mirror more?"

Wuji sat directly beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. "I shouldn't answer this question. It's damn disrespectful of you. How dare you disrespect me like this?"

"Then I won't ask..."

Zhao Ning leaned against his shoulder. The long-lost feeling made her heart beat faster. But after just a moment of leaning, she straightened up.

Since the old Taoist appeared, the king had tacitly allowed her to get closer to Wuji, and she was naturally overjoyed. However, this kind of intoxicating feeling should not be indulged too much.

But this time, she wasn't worried about losing Wuji's rational judgment.

It was the feeling of peace that would make people weak.

If she became as weak as an ordinary woman, how could she protect her country?

She couldn't lose and let Wuji fight against Ying Wuque for the sword, right?

She took a deep breath. "How about this, after you win against Tian Bobo tomorrow, just leave directly. Caring will lead to chaos, and that mirror is indeed a hidden danger. Also, if I win, I will directly forfeit. But if I lose, you should also forfeit! They have set a trap, and you don't need to fall into it."

Wuji stood up and lifted her chin with his right hand. "Woman, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Zhao Ning said, "..."

Wuji ordered with a serious face, "Change back to your original appearance quickly."

Zhao Ning couldn't help but smile. "You can see through my appearance directly since you have achieved the Taihua Transformation, right?"

Wuji frowned. "How can I concentrate if I keep using the technique?"

Zhao Ning found this statement amusing but still followed his instructions.

Just as she changed back to her original appearance, she felt a pair of warm lips covering hers.

She let out a soft moan and closed her eyes.

For a long time.

She let go of her hands that were around Wuji's neck.

Her voice was a little urgent. "My true energy is a bit chaotic. I still need to cultivate later. I'll go now!"

"Okay!"

"Think about what I said just now."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"You..."

Zhao Ning bit her lip. If she stayed like this for too long, she would become a weak ordinary woman.

She shook her head, changed back to her prince appearance, straightened her clothes, and jumped off the carriage.

After the carriage left, she walked towards the gate of the palace.

Neither of them noticed.

In a nearby tavern.

A pair of eyes were watching the direction the carriage had just left, full of doubt.

...

Fu Mansion.

Wuji jumped off the carriage, ready to continue his seclusion without seeing anyone.

There were some emotional fluctuations just now, and the healing process of the mirror had accelerated a bit.

But it was still within an acceptable range.

However, as soon as he entered the gate, he saw a pair of resentful eyes.

He was a little surprised. "Miss, why are you here?"

Mi Xingli glared at him. "Ying Wuji, did you already know that Zhao Ning awakened Zhuan Xu's Emperor Body?"

"I didn't know!"

Wuji lied, "I just found out today. I was also surprised!"

Mi Xingli scoffed, "Nonsense! Xiang Ding was observing you at that time, and you clearly weren't surprised at all!"

Wuji marveled, "Oh? This silly girl actually knows how to observe and read people's expressions. Not bad, not bad, you've improved!"

"Ah..."

Mi Xingli looked at him resentfully, "I treated you as my close friend, but you didn't tell me anything! You made me boast to my little brothers and sisters, and now I have no face left."

Wuji smiled ambiguously, "I thought Miss was quite relaxed when she admitted defeat. How did you become a resentful woman in the blink of an eye?"

Mi Xingli shrugged, "What else can I do if I'm not relaxed? Lie on the ground and throw a tantrum? Isn't that embarrassing?"

Wuji looked her up and down, unable to distinguish which one was the real her, the one who left gracefully or the one who complained.

After a while, he spoke, "Miss, do you have any other business?"

Mi Xingli put on a hurt expression, "What do you take me for? Can't I come to see you without any particular reason, given our friendship?"

"If there's nothing important, then don't disturb my seclusion!"

Ying Wuji said, pushing her towards the door.

Mi Xingli looked helpless, "Wait, wait, don't push! You really know me well..."

"Hmm?"

Ying Wuji stopped his actions, quietly looking at her.

Mi Xingli looked up and smiled, "Wasn't the spell I just used cool? Do you want to learn it?"

Ying Wuji: "…"

Wasn't it super cool?

To be honest, he felt like a student who could only copy in front of Mi Xingli.

Changing the direction of space was truly terrifying.

And this part of the insight was somewhat related to the rotation of creation.

In Zhao Ji's words, the Zhao family was full of waste. So many people had pondered over the ancient calendar of Zhuan Xu, but the total was not as good as Mi Xingli alone.

So, could he copy the homework of the top student?

He looked up and down at Mi Xingli, "What are the conditions?"

Mi Xingli smiled, "There are no harsh conditions. After Brother Ying catches that Jiang girl, you must invite me to join in."

Ying Wuji asked, "She escaped from the Guangming Array, and now she is under the protection of the Qi Kingdom's delegation. How can I catch her?"

Mi Xingli shrugged, "It's indeed difficult, but I think with Brother Ying's character of seeking revenge for the smallest grievance, you will catch her sooner or later!"

"Do I have such a despicable character?"

"Isn't it?"

After pondering for a moment.

Ying Wuji still agreed to this condition.

After all, the rotation of creation was too tempting.

After sending Mi Xingli away.

He was planning to go into seclusion directly, but after thinking about it, he swung his knife and directly cut a crack.

First, go find Thirteen.

……

Night.

Qian Kingdom's embassy.

Ying Wuque was meditating. He was not running his true energy, just quietly contemplating.

The scenes in front of him flashed through his mind, leaving scratches in his heart.

He was getting closer and closer.

He was getting closer and closer to the Guangming Sword.

Although he knew that the Guangming Sword would definitely belong to him when he condensed the holy spirit fetus, he was still a little nervous.

Because after the breakthrough, he met Ying Yue through the communication talisman.

The most frequent advice Ying Yue gave him was: Don't underestimate the heroes of the world, arrogance is always the strongest enemy. There are too many geniuses in this world, even the holy spirit fetus plus the Zhuan Xu emperor's body may not be invincible.

So.

He had been very cautious, carefully observing all potential masters.

But after observing.

Ha!

They were nothing but chickens and dogs.

There were not many people worthy of his observation in the first place, and now more than half of them had been eliminated.

Ji Sanxi, Nangong Yu?

As a first-class spirit fetus, they couldn't even beat Ying Wuji, a fly-like thing!

Waste!

Jiang Leqing?

She thought her illusion technique was so powerful, and he was worried that she could directly solve Ying Wuji. But the one who vomited blood was her, and she even came to him for help like a dog.

Waste!

Mi Xingli?

The spell she created was indeed stunning, but it was nothing more than a side door. She didn't understand that power was the principle of everything. The talent of Zhuan Xu's descendants was wasted by her.

Waste!

Zhao Ning?

How could the Zhuan Xu emperor's body be so weak?

He was also a waste!

Ying Wuque didn't understand, why did he waste so much energy on such a group of chickens and dogs?

At this moment.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Young Master, it's me!"

Gongsun Di's voice sounded outside the door.

Ying Wuque thought for a moment and nodded, "Come in!"

Gongsun Di pushed the door and entered, but he was silent for a long time without speaking.

Ying Wuque smiled, "Just say what you want to say. With our relationship, what can't be said?"

Gongsun Di nodded, "Young Master! I just want to ask, what is His Majesty's plan for this Sword Immortal Conference?"

In the past, Ying Yue mostly contacted him directly.

Because he was worried that Ying Wuque would do something over the top.

But since he failed to persuade Ying Wuji to give up his rights, Ying Yue began to bypass him and directly contact Ying Wuque.

He was afraid of going over the top before.

Now he's not afraid?

Vaguely, he had a bad feeling.

Ying Wuque was a minister carefully cultivated by Ying Yue for the next King of Qian, and he knew some things better than Ying Wuque.

Although he didn't know Ying Yue's specific plan, he could clearly perceive during the previous migration of the Li Kingdom that Ying Yue didn't want the people of the Li Kingdom to migrate to a certain place outside the Central Plains.

But for some unknown reason, he failed.

Since then, Ying Yue's attitude towards Ying Wuji has plummeted.

There must be deep-seated conflicts in this.

Ying Wuque pondered for a moment and smiled, "What else could be the plan? We will do our best to fight for the Guangming Sword."

Such a light and heavy avoidance.

Gongsun Di wanted to ask more, "I mean, how does His Majesty plan to deal with Young Master Wuji? Now that Tian Boguang is seriously injured and unable to recover, it is almost equivalent to giving up. You have full confidence in dealing with Zhao Ning. When you face Young Master Wuji, what are you going to do?"

The smile on Ying Wuque's face did not diminish, but his eyes became much colder, "Is Brother Gongsun worried that we brothers will kill each other?"

Gongsun Di was silent, some things couldn't be asked too much.

He was a minister carefully cultivated by Ying Yue for the next King of Qian, and he knew some things better than Ying Wuque.

Although he didn't know Ying Yue's specific plan, but during the previous migration of the Li Kingdom, he could clearly perceive that Ying Yue didn't want the people of the Li Kingdom to migrate to a certain place outside the Central Plains.

But for some unknown reason, he failed.

Since then, Ying Yue's attitude towards Ying Wuji has plummeted.

There must be deep-seated conflicts in this.And this time, Ying Wuji may have to bear the unprecedented anger of King Qian.

Ying Wuque saw him silent, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "Brother Gongsun, do you still remember how Wuji humiliated me at the theater? Now, do you want to help Wuji plead?"

"I dare not plead!"

Gongsun Di arched his hand: "I really don't want to see the two young masters fight each other! It was the same at the theater, and it is the same this time."

Ying Wuque snorted coldly: "You didn't stop it at the theater, and you won't be able to stop it this time. If you appreciate Wuji so much, you can become an advisor in the Marquis's Mansion. There is a great opportunity for you to make a name for yourself in the reform of Kingdom Li. Why bother to compromise and endure such humiliation as a subject of Kingdom Qian?"

Gongsun Di's face stiffened slightly, shook his head, and arched his hand: "I misspoke, please don't be angry, young master! My relationship with Young Master Wuji is only a private one and will not affect my duties as a subject. Farewell!"

After speaking, he turned and left directly.

Ying Wuque snorted coldly, and his originally cheerful mood suddenly became somewhat blocked.

He didn't understand why Gongsun Di, a servant who was raised to be a dog, dared to show goodwill to others on the road.

Private relationship?

Private relationship!

These two words, when applied to a subject, are truly foolish!

Fortunately, his father, the king, is not so narrow-minded.

After he obtained the Hanguang Sword, all the troubles would disappear.

Ying Wuque felt a bit annoyed, got up and prepared to open the window to blow some cold air.

But he didn't expect.

A voice sounded.

"It seems that Young Master Wuque is also a passionate person!"

This voice.

Exactly the same as him.

Ying Wuque turned around and looked at the mirror on the table. It was himself in the mirror, but his expression and demeanor were completely different.

At this moment.

A strong and handsome face was smiling.

Making him feel uncomfortable.

He frowned: "Change back to your own appearance. You are not worthy of using my appearance."

The person in the mirror giggled: "Of course, I don't want to offend you because of this. But now my soul is bound in the shattered mirror and I can't appear in my true form. Otherwise, I might not be interested in Young Master Wuque's appearance."

Ying Wuque frowned.

You really don't care if I get angry!

He didn't want to get involved in the appearance issue, he just asked, "How is the collection of emotions going? Can it be completed by the final battle?"

Jiang Leqing shook her head: "I'm afraid it's difficult. Wuji is probably in seclusion most of the time, and his emotions don't fluctuate much. Only at the third quarter of the hour of the Rat, there is a small increase."

"It's not possible to catch up before that. It depends on how much emotion you can stimulate in Wuque."

"Oh..."

Ying Wuque was not surprised by this conclusion.

Wuji had made up his mind to snatch the Hanguang Sword, so it was normal for him to be on guard and in seclusion.

However...

The third quarter of the hour of the Rat?

That should be the time when Zhao Ning stayed in the carriage.

Could it be...

These people from Kingdom Li are really perverted!

Decades ago, there was a Wei family master who liked men and favored male lovers, creating a well-known Longyang Jun.

Unexpectedly, the Zhao family also liked this.

No wonder Zhao Ning married a woman, but still remained loyal to the royal family of Kingdom Li.

So that's the reason.

Damn it!

People in this circle are really disgusting!

Ying Wuque felt his scalp tingling and quickly shook his head, no longer thinking about these disgusting things.

Jiang Leqing asked, "What's wrong, Young Master Wuque?"

Ying Wuque shook his head: "Nothing! In any case, I will do my best, and you must not hold me back. This cooperation between the Ying and Jiang families is mutually beneficial."

Jiang Leqing smiled: "Rest assured, although Wuji is a bit strange, I have never failed before! But I am curious, why is the royal family of Kingdom Qian so ruthless towards Wuji, despite the family ties and brotherhood?"

Ying Wuque snorted coldly: "This is the family affair of the royal family of Kingdom Qian. Don't you think you are asking too much?"

Jiang Leqing was a little dissatisfied: "Hmph! Who wants to know anyway."

"You don't want to..."

Ying Wuque wanted to say something more, but found that the image in the mirror had returned to normal, and there was no longer that feminine demeanor.

Presumably, Jiang Leqing had already left.

He couldn't help but frowned.

Jiang Leqing was cunning and not a good person. After this cooperation, he should try to minimize contact with her.

If he fell into her trap, he would probably be doomed.

But now, the most important thing is how to smoothly proceed with the plan.

...

At night.

The gambling houses all over Jiangcheng were bustling, and many people rushed to the Embassy of Kingdom Qian.

Because the Embassy of Kingdom Qian opened a new betting pool, which was personally opened by Ying Wuque. It indicated that in the battle tomorrow, within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhao Ning would definitely give up his sword and admit defeat.

One incense stick.

Give up the sword and admit defeat.

Isn't this pure humiliation?

According to the ratio, in the Sword Immortal Conference, there are indeed very few matches that last more than an incense stick.

But once both sides are experts who have studied martial arts and do not rely on spells, as long as the difference in strength is not too great, it is easy to exceed an incense stick and it is difficult to determine the winner.

Especially in the second half of the conference, it was even more so, because the Hanguang Sword was right in front of them. Who would easily give up?

Even yesterday, Mi Xingli persisted in her swordsmanship for more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, despite facing such a terrifying difference in physique.

To be defeated within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn was still considered boasting.

To abandon the sword and admit defeat within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn would be pure humiliation!

Ying Wuque bet ten thousand taels on himself.

No one knew where the impoverished Kingdom Qian got so much spare money.

Could it be that all the profits from the soap factory were invested in this gambling match?

For a while,

The Qian Kingdom Embassy became a bustling place, attracting gamblers from all over.

The Zhao clan did not express their opinion on this matter.

After all, the diplomatic relations between Qian and Li were still ongoing.

But in return, they directly sent someone to bring over ten thousand taels and bet against Ying Wuque.

Gamblers from all sides gathered one after another.

However, most of them felt that it was too outrageous for the match to end with Wuji admitting defeat within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and the odds were heavily skewed on both sides.

...

The next day.

The Immortal Sword Conference resumed.

Today, two Zhuanxu emperors were facing each other, and one of them was a crown prince of a kingdom, while the other was about to ascend to the position of crown prince.

And there was also an extremely outrageous gambling match.

The highlights were truly abundant.

Even those who didn't like to watch the excitement came one after another.

In comparison, the match between Ying Wuji and Tian Boyuan was like a side dish, and it seemed bland.

Even.

The side dish wasn't even served.

The entire Qi Kingdom delegation did not show up, and even Tian Boyuan's expert father did not attend, only sending a young man to announce their forfeit.

The reason was that Tian Boyuan was too heavily injured and unable to participate in the battle.

Ying Wuji was quite relaxed, and it was also considerate of these people. Tian Boyuan's record was so good that it was simply picking up the leftovers. Even the Jiang clan's experts were all drawn to his side, and even Jiang Leqing was obstructing him.

Not to mention being heavily injured, even in his prime state, he might not be able to surpass Wu Lie.

The situation of the Tian family was indeed as embarrassing as the Wei and Han families. Even if the Jiang clan was excluded, they were not a legitimate royal family and could not enjoy the greatest benefits of the bloodline rules. It was quite difficult to produce top talents.

Zhao Ning looked at Ying Wuji. "Wuji, Tian Boyuan has admitted defeat. You should go back and rest!"

She roughly understood that Ying Wuji cared a lot about her.

But in this battle, they must fight to the end. This was the order given by Zhao Ji, and it was also something she believed must be done from the bottom of her heart.

Not getting injured was impossible.

It was better to send Ying Wuji away to save him from worrying.

However, Ying Wuji shook his head. "Do you think that if I leave, I won't imagine you getting beaten up? Ying Wuque has even ridden on Xiaobi's face to show off his strength. If I don't even watch the battle, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?"

He knew where Ying Wuque's confidence came from.

The terrifying power condensed from the thirteen layers of refining essence was indeed formidable, and who knew what secret technique he had learned from Lin Qing.

The key was.

This group of people was truly shameless!

Everyone knew about the gambling match worth several hundred thousand taels, and even if Zhao Ning died within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she couldn't admit defeat within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

It was like putting someone on a burning fire.

Zhao Ning: "..."

Ying Wuji sighed. "Be careful, win if you can, and if you can't win, don't listen to Father King's nonsense..."

He didn't even finish his sentence.

Zhao Ji was a typical chicken-raising education.

Being ridden on Xiaobi's face by Ying Wuque in a gambling match, if he didn't listen to his words, he might even abolish Zhao Ning's position as crown prince in a fit of anger.

Zhao Ning's expression became serious. "I think Father King is right. Knowing that it is impossible but still doing it, putting oneself in a desperate situation, that is the true way of the strong. Wuji, I admire your way of doing things, but it is not the way of the strong."

Ying Wuji fell silent for a moment.

He had heard similar words several times before.

Shi San had told him that his mentality was destined to never become strong.

Even the Wumen's Master Wuwen had said that although he was talented, he lacked a certain spirit.

He sighed lightly and asked, "Do I have to become strong?"

Zhao Ning smiled faintly. "In a family, there must always be a strong one."

After saying that,

She was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Ying Wuji called out to her.

Zhao Ning turned around. "What is it?"

Ying Wuji sighed lightly and took out a jade pendant from his pocket. "Tang Tang lent it to you, remember to return it!"

Zhao Ning looked at the jade pendant.

It was the black piece of the Yin Yang Fish.

The Yin Yang Unity Pendant?

She had seen it at Li Caimei's when her identity was exposed. No matter how far apart they were, they could share half of the pain and damage.

This girl, she actually agreed to lend this thing.

Zhao Ning asked, "What about the other half?"

Ying Wuji rolled his eyes. "Of course it's with me!"

Zhao Ning gently caressed the jade pendant, but hesitated and didn't put it on.

Ying Wuji said in a deep voice, "Don't let her down, and don't let me down. Put it on quickly!"

"Thank you!"

Zhao Ning smiled and put the jade pendant on her chest.

At that moment,

"The next match, Zhao Ning against Ying Wuque!"

Zhao Ning stood up and walked into the Hanguang Formation with big strides.

Ying Wuque glanced at Ying Wuji from afar, his smile somewhat sinister, and made a throat-slitting gesture before following closely behind.

The scene this time.

Was an endless plain.The terrain is extremely flat, without any cover, suitable for a bloody battle to the end.

Ying Wuque's body is very upright, much taller than Ying Wuji, and his physique is also much stronger, naturally more robust than Zhao Ning.

He looked down at Zhao Ning with a disdainful expression, "Is this thin arms and legs also the body of Emperor Zhuanxu?"

Zhao Ning remained calm and did not intend to speak to him.

Ying Wuque felt ignored one after another, and a trace of anger rose in his heart.

He sneered, "Actually, the Zhao clan should stand with me. In this way, even if you lose, you can still gather some silver to make up for the loss."

Zhao Ning's expression became serious, knowing that Ying Wuque must have a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

But his expression remained calm, "No need! Our Kingdom Li is not short of money. Even with just a hundred thousand taels, there is no need to scrape together with the Qi Kingdom and the Ji clan."

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Ying Wuque: "..."

I really...

"Begin!"

Just as Qing Xu Daoist's voice sounded.

Zhao Ning took the lead and raised his sword, his speed so fast that it stunned countless people.

Even Ying Wuque almost didn't react in time and hurriedly raised his sword to block.

At the moment when the swords collided, both of them were already emitting golden light. In less than a breath's time, the essence of Emperor Zhuanxu's body had been fully activated.

"Clang!"

The sound of the swords was piercing and made people's scalp tingle.

Both sides took a few steps back.

Zhao Ning tightened his grip on the sword in his right hand, stopping the trembling, but his palm still ached faintly. Seeing Ying Wuque's relaxed expression, his heart sank.

The strength of the thirteen layers of refined essence was indeed beyond her expectations.

Even though she had entered the blood-burning state from the beginning, she was still clearly inferior to him.

This battle might not be easy.

Ying Wuque sneered, "Is that all?"

In the next moment.

He directly raised his sword and charged.

The spinning sword directly aimed at Zhao Ning's throat, with an unstoppable momentum.

However, just as it was about to be blocked by Zhao Ning, his body suddenly twisted, his body shifted forward, and the sword's momentum changed from a stab to a slash, directly attacking Zhao Ning's lower body. If she couldn't dodge it, her legs would probably be cut off.

However.

Zhao Ning changed her move even faster, even before Ying Wuque changed his move. She swung her long sword down and directly blocked this sword.

Ying Wuque was shaken back, his expression full of astonishment.

Zhao Ning's forearm was slightly painful, but her expression was calm, "Your sword technique is stable and accurate, but the killing intent is too obvious. Your physique and sword moves are stronger than Mi Xingli, but your sword technique can only be considered second-rate.

The Sword Hall is not the same as the battlefield, and it can't even compare to the Lingwu Divine Realm.

There, no one will have murderous intent towards you.

Iron Bull always shows mercy to you, only cultivating a waste with sword moves.

If your strength is only this much, it's probably difficult for me to make you give up the sword and admit defeat within a quarter of an hour."

These words made Ying Wuque feel a surge of anger.

Especially when he heard the name Iron Bull, his mood became even more restless.

"Seeking death!"

He raised his sword again and attacked like a storm.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged blows more than a hundred times.

But without exception, all of Ying Wuque's attacks were blocked by Zhao Ning's unpredictable moves, and she even counterattacked several times, almost hitting Ying Wuque's vital points.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a mad beast.

Furious.

But ineffective.

On the other hand, Zhao Ning seemed as calm as taking a leisurely stroll, appearing to have the upper hand.

The onlookers were shocked, not understanding why the sword could be so powerful in such a fast-paced situation.

Those who had bet on Ying Wuque were starting to have doubts.

Give up the sword and admit defeat in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?

What kind of arrogant words are you saying?

Ying Wuji pursed his lips.

His first wife's train of thought is very clear, attacking the mind is the priority.

And what the old father-in-law said is true, her talent is indeed very high. Today, her sword technique is clearly stronger than yesterday, and her perception of killing intent has increased several times.

Ying Wuque's sword technique is not weak.

But in front of her, it is only second-rate.

However...

Although it seems to have the upper hand, Ying Wuque's attacks have not been effective.

The difference in physique is too great. Even though Zhao Ning, even with Emperor Zhuanxu's body, is having a hard time withstanding the impact of a hundred swords, her true energy is not chaotic, but the muscles and bones of her right arm are also struggling to withstand it.

The degree is very small.

But Ying Wuji can tell that she is trembling.

The pain transmitted through the Yin-Yang Unity Pendant made him furrow his brows.

This level of attack on the mind is not enough. Although Ying Wuque is angry, he is far from being insane.

He needs to exert more force to completely disrupt Ying Wuque's rhythm and find a chance to win.

"Is this all?"

Zhao Ning asked in return.

This time it was much shorter, but the damage was much greater.

Ying Wuque could barely control his breathing.

But unfortunately.

He calmed down again.

His face looked a bit ugly. He didn't expect that he couldn't even gain the slightest advantage with just his swordsmanship.

"Since you're seeking death, don't blame me."

With a sinister smile, he attacked again.

His sword moves remained unchanged.

But just as the two swords crossed, the sound of the sword became ten times more piercing.

Zhao Ning's expression changed dramatically, quickly retreating several steps. The sword's resonance hummed for a full three breaths before slowly stopping.Her right arm holding the sword trembled violently, and blood beads oozed out of every pore. The meridians felt the infiltration of true energy and kept bursting inside.

She almost couldn't hold the sword steady.

In just an instant, her face turned somewhat pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Hiss... this damn thing."

Ying Wuji also took a cold breath. He was very familiar with this thing. It was a secret technique of explosive energy collected by the Li family from somewhere.

The principle was to continuously compress and condense true energy during cultivation, and each strand was filled with explosive power.

This secret technique was extremely difficult to cultivate.

First, it required a high physical fitness. Otherwise, if one couldn't control the true energy, they could easily blow themselves up.

Second, it required strong willpower and mental strength to constantly suppress and consume a lot of energy.

No wonder Ying Wuque couldn't control his killing intent just now.

It turned out that he was distracted by this.

The cost was great.

But the rewards were equally great.

Once this true energy entered the enemy's body, it would cause a great burden on their meridians and bring immense pain that no one could bear.

If enough true energy exploded, it could even completely destroy the meridians and dantian.

However, this situation was relatively rare.

Because generally, before causing destructive damage to the meridians and dantian, the victim would have already fainted.

Ying Wuque.

He actually spent effort studying this evil technique.

But it had to be said that this technique was indeed a torture-level existence under the pressure of physical fitness.

Double the true energy reserves, a technique to bully the weak.

But once encountering someone with a stronger physique, the effect would be greatly weakened.

Ying Wuque's expression was somewhat mocking. "It hasn't even been a third of the time, are you sure you don't want to admit defeat?"

Zhao Ning's voice trembled slightly, but her tone was calm. "Come again!"

After speaking, she directly wielded her sword and attacked.

Her blood qi surged, and Zhuanxu's Blood Ignition Technique had been activated to its maximum power.

In this situation, passive defense and attacking the opponent's mind to force them to reveal a flaw no longer had any meaning.

Only by taking the initiative to attack.

Could there be a glimmer of hope.

However, Ying Wuque wasn't so easy to give an opportunity. His consecutive defensive moves were impenetrable.

Although it was defense, every time the sword edges clashed, a strand of true energy would be shaken away and explode in Zhao Ning's meridians.

In just a few strikes, Zhao Ning's face turned as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat kept falling. Her whole body trembled with pain.

And her sword moves had also started to deform.

Ying Wuji: "..."

Damn it!

It really hurts!

If my Ling Embryo's grade is so high and it still hurts like this, how much pain must she be enduring?

He urgently transmitted his voice, "Thirteenth Lord, Thirteenth Lord..."

Thirteenth Lord's voice also came in a timely manner, "Shut up! The injuries now won't disable her, but if you interrupt before the incense stick burns out, her cultivation path will be ruined."

Ying Wuji: "..."

Inside the Hanguang Formation.

Ying Wuque even took the opportunity to scan around during his leisure time.

He couldn't see anything outside from inside, but Ying Wuji knew that this little Bi Zai Zhi was provoking him.

Very well.

He was already getting angry.

He wanted to control it, but some things couldn't be controlled.

Ying Wuji glanced at the mirror in his mind. The healing speed had increased significantly, and he didn't care as much about when it would fully recover anymore.

After all, he didn't believe that Jiang Leqing could easily disable him just by collecting enough emotions, not to mention he still had a back-up plan.

Inside the formation.

The sound of swords clashing continued.

Ying Wuque didn't use any killing moves, but the destructive power was terrifying.

The intense pain had rendered Zhao Ning unable to speak.

She could only grit her teeth and keep swinging her sword.

Her sword moves had already deformed, and her grip on the sword was unsteady.

Blood beads oozed out of every pore on her body, and her originally white sword robe had long turned into a blood-stained robe.

But even with deformed sword moves.

Ying Wuque still dismantled them move by move. His face was filled with mockery and ridicule, tormenting Zhao Ning with every strand of true energy.

The more true energy was shaken away.

The more terrifying the pain became.

He pushed Zhao Ning back several steps with one strike and asked from a higher position, "Only half the time has passed, still not admitting defeat?"

Zhao Ning sneered and attacked again.

Because Zhao Ji had told her that losing her fighting spirit was more embarrassing than surrendering.

The Li royal family couldn't afford to lose face like this.

Not to mention whether it would reach the incense stick or not, even if it did, as long as she could still wield her sword, she absolutely couldn't let go of her fighting spirit for a moment.

From childhood to adulthood, it had always been like this.

Today should be the same.

The whole scene fell silent.

No one expected that the true strength of a Holy Embryo would be so terrifying.

And the injuries on Zhao Ning's body were even more shocking, but she could still continue fighting with her strong willpower, which sent shivers down their spines.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sound of swords clashing was incessant.

Zhao Ning had long been at a disadvantage.

Ying Wuque's face originally had a playful intent, but as time passed, the smile gradually disappeared, and Zhao Ning's persistence made him somewhat angry.

This kind of pain should have long been unbearable for a person.

How dare she?

Shouldn't she be standing still with her sword, and eventually abandon her fighting spirit and surrender because she couldn't bear it?

On what basis?

Wouldn't that make me look stupid?

Finally.

He stopped defending.With a powerful and heavy sword swing, Zhao Ning could only hastily block. However, the transformation of his sword technique and the excessive consumption of energy left him in a bad state. Even though he managed to block the attack, he was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

He crashed onto the ground with a thud.

His right hand, which held the sword, had a broken wrist.

His sternum was slightly indented due to the inability to withstand the immense force.

Yet, he still managed to stagger to his feet.

His body was trembling, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

The sword in his right hand was transferred to his left.

He had basically lost his ability to fight.

But he still stood up.

Ying Wuji looked up at Zhao Ji. The King of Kingdom Li looked extremely serious, but he showed no intention of calling a halt to the fight.

Damn it.

Inside the formation.

Ying Wuque was already fuming with rage.

He hadn't kept track of the time, but he estimated that the time of a stick of incense was almost up, which made him even more furious.

People of Kingdom Li.

All stubborn.

Then take another one of my swords and see if you're still stubborn.

He drew his sword.

He didn't use the blade, but the flat of the sword, and fiercely slapped it towards Zhao Ning's already half-disabled right arm.

With this sword strike, his bones would be shattered, and even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would have to faint.

Zhao Ning lifted his eyelids and raised his sword with his left hand to block.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not.

He had to block!

At this moment.

Outside the formation.

A sword light flashed by, cutting a crack in the air.

Ying Wuji stood in front of Zhao Ning, his long sword steadily blocking Ying Wuque's attack.

Outside the arena.

Exclamations echoed one after another.

No one had expected that someone in this world could forcibly break through the Hanguang Formation.

Even Daoist Qing Xu was taken aback, standing up abruptly and looking around in shock.

But all he saw was Ying Wuji calmly sheathing his sword.

"Ying Wu..."

"Sorry, Daoist friend, I'll apologize when I have time!" Ying Wuji said indifferently.

His gaze, however, never left the scene within the formation.

He hadn't expected that Ying Wuji would be able to take this sword so calmly.

Inside the formation.

Ying Wuque's expression was ferocious: "Ying Wuji, what do you mean?"

Ying Wuji spoke calmly: "The time of a stick of incense has passed, we admit defeat!"

"Wuji!"

Zhao Ning's voice was somewhat unwilling, even carrying a hint of anger.

Ying Wuji turned his head and whispered, "Even if you can withstand it, think about whether I can withstand it or not!"

Zhao Ning thought of the Yin-Yang Heart Pendant, and then touched Ying Wuji's clothes soaked with cold sweat, immediately ceasing his resistance.

Ying Wuji continuously circulated his energy, the healing technique of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques, Flower Blooming in an Instant, was activated, quickly repairing Zhao Ning's meridians and bones.

After several extremely severe injuries were healed, he patted her on the back: "Get out quickly!"

Zhao Ning asked in confusion, "What about you?"

Ying Wuji smiled, "I'll stay!"

"But..."

"Indeed, we need a strong person, but it doesn't necessarily have to be you!"

"This..."

Zhao Ning looked up at him in astonishment.

But in the end, she listened to him and limped out of the Hanguang Formation.

Ying Wuji looked up: "Daoist! Ying Wuque has won this battle, I request to advance the final battle!"

Upon hearing this.

Ying Wuque couldn't help but sneer: "What, you want to take advantage of my exhaustion and pick up the leftovers?"

Ying Wuji looked at him calmly: "If you know your stuff, you'll know that I just used Flower Blooming in an Instant, and my consumption is only more, not less than yours, isn't that right, Daoist?"

Inside the formation.

The voice of Daoist Qing Xu sounded: "Judging from Zhao Ning's injuries, it is indeed so! However, I can understand your intentions, but if you want to start early, both parties need to agree. Ying Wuque, do you agree?"

Ying Wuque's gaze was slightly condensed.

His feud with Zhao Ning wasn't that deep, and the reason he had been so heavy-handed this time was just to stir up his emotions.

In theory.

It would definitely be better to brew for a night.

He patted the small bronze mirror on his chest: "How is it?"

Jiang Leqing's voice sounded in his mind: "The progress just now was very fast, as long as you add a piece of firewood in the final battle, it will definitely succeed, but it's best to let him brew for a night."

Better safe than sorry!

Ying Wuque shook his head and said loudly: "I disagree! I just defeated a so-called Emperor Zhuan Xu, I'm in a great mood, I need to drink and celebrate!"

Daoist Qing Xu said: "Ying Wuji, since your opponent doesn't..."

Ying Wuji's mouth curled up: "Daoist! I didn't express myself clearly just now, I want to reiterate. I want to fight this bastard who was born of a mother but has no father, and who can only barely grow up relying on his cuckold uncle, right now. Can you ask him again if he agrees or not?"

Outside the arena.

"Hiss..."

Everyone couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

This was a big slap in the face!

A cuckold uncle?

What kind of story was hidden here?

These two brothers.

Was one of them going to die today?

Zhao Ji, who had originally been filled with anger at Ying Wuji's forceful intervention to admit defeat for Zhao Ning, had his anger dissipated by half in an instant.

Zhao Ning was also stunned.

The father and daughter looked at each other, and a strong sense of worry surged in their hearts.

Ying Wuque's face turned from green to white.

Hearing these words.

Especially hearing these words in front of everyone.

There was no doubt that he was caught off guard.

He didn't even wait for Daoist Qing Xu to ask, and directly swung his sword towards Ying Wuji's neck.

"You're the bastard! Die!"Ying Wuji seemed to have anticipated this, immediately stepping into the Seven Stars stance, narrowly avoiding the lethal sword strike.

At the same time, his figure quickly disappeared.

Countless thunder spells rained down!

This round of thunder spells was more powerful and dense than any before.

It was clear that things were getting serious!

However, his tactics seemed to remain the same.

Ying Wuque fearlessly took the thunder spells head-on, using his body to forcefully withstand them. The true energy compressed within his body by a secret technique exploded in an instant, spreading throughout the entire array. It quickly condensed, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a large net filled with threads of true energy.

The true energy dispersed throughout the space had no destructive power.

But like a spider web, even the most potent invisibility technique could not hide within it.

Ying Wuji was no exception.

In just a moment, Ying Wuque found his location. With a wave of his sword, a sword energy fiercely slashed out, heading straight for Ying Wuji's back.

The exchange between the two was too fast.

For those outside, it was only a moment.

No one expected.

That the brothers would unleash deadly moves upon meeting.

And moreover...

It seemed a bit too intense.

Unfortunately, Ying Wuji's raw power was still far too lacking, and the thunder spells barely caused any harm to Ying Wuque.

Inside the Hanguang Array.

With Ying Wuji's figure exposed, he simply stopped hiding, relying entirely on the Seven Stars stance to dodge the sword energy in a thrilling manner.

But he found that Ying Wuque was already chasing him with his sword.

His movements underfoot sped up a bit, and he barely managed to pull away by quickly mobilizing his true energy.

After switching positions, he narrowly avoided Ying Wuque's sword energy and even found a gap to unleash a few thunder spells.

The two brothers were in a chase.

Their figures were always about a zhang (3.3 meters) apart.

Sword energy and thunder spells were thrown at each other, both gradually getting injured, but neither could do anything about the other.

Ying Wuque tried various spells to hinder movement, but strangely, none of them worked.

"This..."

Ying Wuji was not strong, but he was too proficient in the Seven Stars stance!

He couldn't catch up.

He couldn't kill him.

And there were many more moves that couldn't be seen later.

Ying Wuque didn't wait any longer and directly took out the Qian Wang Bell from his waist.

True energy was mobilized.

The palm-sized Qian Wang Bell instantly became as large as a palace, filling the entire Hanguang Array in the blink of an eye.

"Seal!"

Ying Wuque let out a sinister laugh, and the Qian Wang Bell slammed down, trapping both brothers inside.

Outside the Hanguang Array.

Many people gasped in surprise.

Ah, this!

Is this really going to kill someone?

Zhao Ning's face also changed drastically, and he quickly looked at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's expression was not good either, but he shook his head at her. His external incarnation was on Ying Wuji, and he could still sense it. If Ying Wuji was really in danger, it would be impossible for him not to activate his external incarnation.

But the situation inside...

Seemed to be getting out of control.

Inside the Qian Wang Bell.

Ying Wuji stopped running because he felt his movements were somewhat sluggish inside the Qian Wang Bell.

"Why aren't you running?"

Ying Wuque's face was ferocious as he stepped towards Ying Wuji, "Did you enjoy insulting me just now, my dear brother?"

"Not at all!"

Ying Wuji gave a slight smile, "I can insult you a hundred more times, you dog bastard who was born of a mother but without a father, and could only barely grow up relying on your cuckold uncle."

Ying Wuque sneered, the second time he was insulted like this, he was not as angry.

He snorted, "Although the inside of the Qian Wang Bell is large, it's not a place where you can take advantage of. It's only close combat, how confident are you?"

"Only close combat?"

Ying Wuji grinned, "That's great!"

With that, he directly attacked with his sword.

Ha!

He really dared to come!

Ying Wuque directly swung his sword to slash.

He had already foreseen the outcome, when the two swords collided, Ying Wuji's wrist would break, and the sword would fly out.

Even Zhao Ning, who had a first-grade spirit womb and the body of Emperor Zhuanxu, couldn't withstand it.

How dare you?

However.

"Clang!"

A loud noise.

Ying Wuque only felt a severe pain in his wrist, and the sword slipped from his hand.

The power of the two was similar in this sword strike, but the thick true energy attached to Ying Wuji's sword was incredibly terrifying, he simply couldn't stop it.

"Clang!"

The Luochu Sword fell to the ground.

Ying Wuji also threw his sword aside.

He charged straight up.

His speed was extremely fast.

His fist was extremely heavy.

It hit directly in the stomach.

Ying Wuque couldn't defend in time, only feeling his internal organs knotting together, he curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

Intense pain!

He was stunned!

What's going on?

I have a holy spirit womb, and the body of Emperor Zhuanxu.

Why would I lose to him?

Is this a dream, or a wicked spell?

In his daze.

Ying Wuji was already on top of him, a punch landed on his face.

Then, red blood accompanied by a splitting headache filled his eyes.

One punch.

And another.

"So you have a holy spirit womb, huh?"

"And you have the body of Emperor Zhuanxu, huh?"

Ying Wuque: "......"

(End of Chapter)