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Three swordsmen. As the saying goes, each of the Three Purities at one level becomes one.

Sword Emperor Xiao Yi's three great disciples, the eldest disciple Li Guangling, were the Five Tiger Generals of the Fortune Pavilion. He was also the most mature and steadfast one. He was determined, low-key, reserved, and was well versed in the rules of the world. In addition, he had never made any mistakes since he had embarked on the path of the sword, and even though the people on the path of the martial arts were vicious, he did not advance in the slightest.

Being an extremely important man, one's nature dictated that he held a high position and was arrogant without being proud. He or she would always be able to handle matters perfectly. If there were no mishaps, from the start to the end, his life could be said to be a perfect example.

The fate of Yuwen Yi Chun, the Second Disciple of the Sect, was many. She was born into a family annihilation tragedy. After a few twists and turns, she almost died in front of the White Horse Temple in Liangzhou. Fortunately, he was saved by the merciful monks of the White Horse Temple. He grew up in a temple and trained. He was destined to be a Daoist.

Until the day they met Xiao Yi, his fate was completely different. Sword Emperor Xiao Yi had taken a liking to this talented disciple and had even passed on the secret techniques of his life and the ways of attacking and killing to him. He hoped that he would be able to achieve great things that could shake the martial arts world. Moreover, his talent in martial arts was just too astonishing. His inner force had become increasingly profound, which was even more amazing.

Ever since he was twenty-two years old, he had learned to go down the mountain to train. With his unique skills, he killed so many bandits in all four directions that they were scared out of their wits. At first, when he went to Fu Lin Pavilion to look for Senior Apprentice Brother Li Guangling, he was happy too, but later on when he met the clan members who survived the bloody incident in the past, he found out about his background and his blood feud.

However, he never expected that the other party had already prepared themselves to eliminate all future troubles. Finally, one day, he encountered an ambush on the Nine Palace Mountain where he fought a fierce battle overnight. He had to face a hundred experts at once, and he had to face all sorts of deadly attacks one after another.

That night, the sky and earth changed color from his killing spree. All the assassins had died, and he had been wounded by more than forty swords and sabers, almost losing his life. When he was on the verge of death, he saw that his enmity was right in front of him. This enmity was so deep that he had no way to avenge it, and it caused his life to shake.

Perhaps his life should not have ended like this. Old Man Qin, who was still alive back then, was also the old city lord of Wang Chuan City. Only then did he manage to escape death. In order to get revenge, he made a name for himself to behead his enemies and send them to Wangchuan City.

Great hatred is avenged, hatred is clear, after a few twists and turns, people also become sophisticated. He had experienced life and death, had broken through the profound entrances, and his swordsmanship had reached yet another level, moving at a tremendous pace in a single day. The beautiful name of the Flowing Cloud Divine Sword also showed the abnormally sharp and ever-changing nature of his sword, making it impossible for one to guard against it. The enemy would usually die on the spot if they were drawn out of the scabbard. It was clear that the sword was characterized by "quick, accurate and ruthless, cunning and changeable".

His person was both righteous and evil. It was fine if he was not angry, but if he was not, then it was impossible to predict his might when he was angry like thunder in the sky.

He was one of the top three heroes of the Wang Chuan City, and he was also known as the "Southwest Spring and Autumn" by the Iron Tide Immortal, Murong Qingqiu, of the Pingyi Sect in Jiangnan. Overlord Flower, Qin Yue'er's most respected Uncle Yuwen. As long as this person was here, the other three families would not be able to make a single step further and lead the troops westward.

The Sword Emperor Xiao Yi's last disciple was Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan. He was the youngest. By the time he descended the mountain, his two senior brothers had already achieved fame and glory. Their martial arts and prestige were even more incomparable.

As the saying goes, if a hero does not ask for his origin, then he must have a high ambition.

For what reason did the Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan, become famous? It was only because he had a sure-kill technique. First sword — Aurora. The sky in the Arctic Lands was freezing cold and the night was long. A strange scene appeared in the sky above the desolate plains of the Arctic Lands. The neon light was as dazzling as a meteor passing through the sky, turning into a unique and beautiful trajectory in the night sky. To be born with the honor of seeing this miraculous scene, the people couldn't help but marvel at the power of nature, the insignificance of manpower, it could actually take away the heaven and earth to nurture such a miracle created by nature.

Zhao Jiannan was one of the lucky ones as he had received the best gift from nature.

That year, Sword Emperor Xiao Yi traveled all over the place, bringing him on a tour to the extreme north to travel through the deep cold lands. The biting cold wind there and the snow and ice that filled the air left a deep impression on him, as the nights in the extreme were especially long and one could only imagine how cold and bone-piercing the ice and snow in the glaciers that did not have sunlight. And in the night sky, the stars that covered the sky could be seen even above their heads. Jade plates that were as large and small as pearls were scattered everywhere. They were dazzling and incredibly beautiful. As for that enchanting Aurora light, it was exceptionally dazzling. It was unknown how the heavens could create such a miracle, allowing the people of the world to perceive its unique charm.

Heaven's will was unpredictable. Facing this kind of situation, Zhao Jiannan felt intoxicated as if he was in a trance. Blessed by his soul, he really wanted to quietly experience this miracle. The days were long, and he was bored to death. He observed the night sky and pondered deeply in this extremely cold space, searching for the sudden inspiration to confirm the unworldly Sword Heart in his heart.

A few months later, he suddenly opened his eyes, threw his head back, and laughed.

He just felt that there was nothing in the world that could hold him. He felt that the world was so vast that he could not go anywhere. A beam of light shot up into the sky. The sound shook the whole area. As he held the long sword, he felt free to fly around freely. He felt extremely free and happy. Finally, he was able to comprehend the one and only sword technique in this world — Aurora.

On the day he stepped into the martial arts world, he used his sword to travel across the world. A cold light flashed through the nine prefectures, and all the injustice in the world was shattered by my sword. Everyone began to remember this extraordinary name — — Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan.

When he embarked on the path of the sword, he directly went to the Sword Extinction Sect and defeated their group of enemies. He seized all of their glory and left behind a beautiful legend by the side of the Sword Explanation Pond, "Wu Dang Sword Art should not be like this." After that, they would head south to Mount Hengshan and head north to Shaolin, then defeat Dian Cang, Kongtong, Qingcheng, Emei, and other martial arts sects. The four great families could not help but exclaim in admiration for the brilliance of the Aurora Sword. They went all out, using all means at their disposal to coerce and tempt it. They would do anything to use it for themselves.

As for his senior brother, Li Guangling, and Yuwen Yichun, they had even shamed themselves to recruit him. However, things did not turn out as they wished, and because of fate, he had still joined the ranks of the Ji Nanda. It was said that the North Marshal Hong Beifei was grinning from ear to ear for three days.

That year, Aurora Sword Zhao Jiannan fought his way through hundreds of battles, causing countless waves and clamors. He defeated countless strong opponents, and with a single sword strike, he became an ancient sky, standing tall at the peak of the crowd.

In a remote courtyard in the backyard of the Wang family, there was Zhao Jiannan's safe house. Weapons such as swords, spears, sticks and other weapons filled the wooden shelves in the backyard.

Although he was famous for his swordsmanship, he had an almost fanatical persistence and preference for the path of martial arts. His Taoist heart was abnormally tough and strong, and he had a tireless pursuit for martial arts. He liked to win the people from all over the world and beat up all the martial arts sects in the world just for the sake of advancing further.

This step was exceptionally difficult, but it was even rarer. In addition to his fame, there was an endless stream of people who admired him. It was very common for people to learn martial arts and spar with each other.

The golden age of a martial artist was when he was young. Talent geniuses were everywhere, and both the mind and body, as well as martial skills, had reached their best state. It was as if they had mastered everything in one go.

Some famous people will indulge in the sound of the dog and horse, not enterprising. In this lifetime, it would be difficult for him to advance even an inch. People who practiced martial arts would always go against the flow. If they didn't advance, they would retreat. They would struggle for luck with the heavens and earth and add it to their bodies. Once he retreated, in front of the endless stream of newcomers, without the strength to walk in the martial arts world, he would only end up being humiliated and seeking his own destruction.

Zhao Jiannan had been bullied when he was young, and he had long since understood the cold and aloof nature of the world. Today, his achievements and glory were all forged from his sword and his fresh blood. Becoming famous was extremely difficult, and one had to pay the price if they wanted to become famous. The others could only see the glory and glory in front of his eyes, but could not see the pain and suffering he had to pay.

If everything in this world could be easily obtained, then the sacrifice he made would not be meaningless. If someone were to repeat such nonsense, he would either be lying or inexperienced.

After the sword had been sharpened, the plum blossom fragrance came from the bitter cold. At this moment, he only had to sweat more than others. After dancing with a hearty sword technique, the sweat that he had worked so hard for had long drenched his clothes. It had to be known that in a fight, life and death were decided in the blink of an eye. He didn't want to confess his laziness before dying. He took off his shirt and stepped forward, ready to demonstrate another set of sword technique.

These sword techniques were the hard work of Senior Xian's achievement. They might not be perfect, but they were still the crystallization of his wisdom. Martial arts were not just about offense and defense. There were no immutable sword techniques in this world. No one could eat everything in one move without taking into account the opponent's physical condition and mental state.

A battle between experts could sometimes be fatal. And that move needed to be thoroughly trained, the choice of timing, the change in rhythm, and also the agility with which one could react on the spot. Within a hair's breadth of time, the two of them had an extremely dangerous battle of wits. There was no absolute fairness. In the world of animals, the law of the jungle is the most basic law of nature.

He waved his sword lightly. It seemed quiet yet moved in reality. However, it was very mysterious. His strength was grasped perfectly. It was freely released and retracted. It was round and smooth. The offense and defense were switched freely. The sword was the death sword, what kind of person would be able to display the strongest effect?

The sword came out like a dragon, drifting about indeterminately, but there was a flash of spiritual light in its minute details. It was the temptation of death. However, the owner of the sword did not use all his strength. He was skillful and free, like a dancer dancing in the supreme music, or like a singer reciting the words' soul 'in his grief and sorrow. The sword was Zhao Jiannan's soul, full of charm, vibrant colors, full of spirituality and beauty.

At this moment, there was nothing else in the world but a man's sword dancing in the air. If someone was here to admire it, they would definitely be shocked that there was actually such a unique and mysterious sword technique in this world. It was indescribably wonderful.

When he put the sword back into the sheath to calm his mind, he wiped off his sweat and washed his face. The cold water on his face had a refreshing feeling, it was clear that this sword technique was not easy for him.

After putting on his clothes, he glanced around and saw a disciple from the sect delivering food to the woodshed. He had noticed this situation for several days, and he could not help but feel a little curious. He quickly stopped the disciple and smiled: "Wait a moment. I see that you've been bringing food over there every day. I haven't heard of anyone capturing Qin Yue'er. "

The disciple naturally did not dare to reveal the important matter of Young Noble Hong and asked him three questions without any information, "I'm sorry Young Noble Zhao. "I don't know the situation either. I was just following orders."

Zhao Jiannan's sword-like eyebrows twitched as he asked, "Which lord gave that order?"

The disciple didn't dare to be negligent and replied, "It was Sir Sun's order."

"Who exactly is behind that?" What did he look like? Have I seen it? " Zhao Jiannan's interest was piqued as he asked.

The disciple hesitated for a moment before replying: "I am not very clear on that either. I was told not to care about anything, not to ask questions. But I heard his voice when I brought him the food. It was a man, a young man. "

Zhao Jiannan asked a few more questions but was unable to find the reason behind them. He did not say anything further and left him to get busy.