When everyone thought of this incident, they suddenly gasped.

That's right, the Demon-Slaying Alliance was organized by Taihua behind the scenes. This guy is really bold. He actually dared to go to Taihua alone at this time and face the three immortals of the Holy Land. This courage is really extraordinary.

However, if everyone thought about it carefully, they would understand that at a time like today, they would not take action against him. With the world's attention focused on the Empress fighting the Demon Sword Fairy, Taihua would not be able to destroy his reputation at this time.

Lu Yan just said coldly: "Only evildoers can be found and punished by everyone. Could it be that someone has offended the world?"

Jiang Fan chuckled: "It's not necessarily that someone is causing trouble, I'm just afraid that people's hearts are unpredictable and they do it intentionally. Leaders of the Taihua Holy Land must be aware of everything."

"Taihua Holy Land does not need outsiders to comment!"

Jiang Fan laughed: "That's good, so..."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ling Yun: "I don't need outsiders to comment on my Da Qin family affairs."

Although the voice is not loud, it is sonorous and powerful, and the meaning is profound.

This is a tit-for-tat confrontation. Although the two sides did not mention specific names, who can't hear it?

The only thing that is surprising is that this young king is so strong that he is still neither humble nor arrogant in the face of the three immortals of Taihua. He is even astonishing. If nothing else, this courage can be said to be the best in a thousand years.

Many people's hearts are trembling. Taihua Lu Yan, the Demon Sword Immortal, has an unruly and eccentric personality, kills people like hemp, Lingyun Sword Immortal, has a nature as cold as ice, is ruthless and ruthless, who in the world is not afraid of him?

If the Long-Eyebrow Saint and the Empress of Qin were not here, I am afraid that the young king would have passed away today.

His words naturally made Ling Yun and Lu Yai extremely angry, but they were unable to take action.

However, the disciples behind him couldn't bear it anymore.

Someone yelled angrily: "Junior, you have no respect for your superiors, you speak arrogant words, what do you think of the Holy Land? Do you think no one dares to kill you!"

Jiang Fan looked up and saw a young man in his thirties behind him. He was wearing too expensive clothes and was full of murderous aura. Although Jiang Fan could not judge specifically based on his cultivation level, he had seen many masters. This aura was obviously in his eyes.

The realm of the venerable.

Jiang Fan pointed at him with interest: "Holy Lord, when you are talking, do people always interrupt like this?"

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Everyone was shocked, even the young man's expression changed drastically.

The long-browed man still had kind eyes, "Haha... I am a little lazy and lack some discipline. Since the young man doesn't like it, I would like to send him down the mountain."

As he spoke, an elder behind him suddenly grabbed him from the air. The man was picked up from the air and thrown down the mountain. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Good guy, that could be a venerable person. Not to mention struggling, he was thrown down without even uttering a sound.

Changmei's behavior made Jiang Fan's heart move. This old man had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a calm face, and indifferent eyes. He could not see any emotions at all and was completely unpredictable.

Changmei's attitude towards this matter also surprised Taihua disciples and onlookers.

But the good thing is that no one dares to talk nonsense anymore, even Ling Yun and Lu Yai have restrained themselves.

Changmei sighed softly: "You guys, none of you can speak well. Don't think that practicing martial arts means everything can be judged by martial arts. You need to know that the world is not about fighting and killing, but the world is about human relations..."

When Jiang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but be in awe. No matter what the old man's thoughts were, his words were worthy of admiration.

Then he cupped his hands and said, "Jiang Fan has also learned from the Holy Lord's words."

The long-browed man chuckled: "Young Master, why don't you take a seat on the stage to compete with General Qi?"

Jiang Fan shook his head slightly, looked back at the empress, and cast his eyes on the empty seat behind her.

"I think the junior's seat is over there."

Changmei looked at him deeply: "There are few people over there..."

Jiang Fan said: "Yes, so I have to go."

Changmei said slowly: "It's deserted..."

Jiang Fan smiled: "There is never a shortage of brave men in the world."

After that, he saluted again, turned around and strode towards the stands behind the empress.

When he was brushing shoulders with the empress, Jiang Fan suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to straighten her collar.

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This is the empress, the empress that everyone in the world respects and fears. Is this fisherman going to become the emperor's husband?

The empress ignored the noise outside and just looked at him quietly: "Changmei is right."

Jiang Fan suddenly smiled: "As long as you remember that I am behind you, it is enough."

The empress' eyes flashed, "I'll help you vent your anger."

Jiang Fan clapped his hands: "No need to give me face."

After that, he walked straight to the stands.

Although the two people said these words in a low voice, who are the people present? They really heard it.

For a moment everyone looked at each other...

Just when Jiang Fan had just sat down, a full moon finally jumped into the sky, shining brightly, and everything was like silver.

Midnight arrived as promised.

Lu Kai, who was already impatient, fell like a rainbow across from the empress.

The war was approaching, everyone held their breath at the same time, and the long night condensed in an instant.

The elder beside Changmei stood up and spoke slowly: "Today, there is a battle between the Jianghu, Qin Ying Wushuang and Taihua Lu Yan. Everything will follow the rules of the Jianghu, regardless of identity, and life and death will be determined by fate. There will be no accountability between the two of you.

Do you understand?"

The two nodded at the same time to express their approval.

"Okay, in that case, the heroes of the world will witness that the two of them will have a fair duel, and this battle will begin—!"

Suddenly the whole place fell silent, and the moment of decisive battle began. Many warriors would never see such a duel in their lifetimes. It was a great blessing to be able to see it with their own eyes, and it would have a great effect on improving their martial arts.

Lu Yai looked at the young woman across from him: "Today you and I are dueling, I will call you Ying Wushuang. I, Lu Yai, have learned the lesson."

The empress raised her eyelids and stared at him.

"Since this is a duel between rivers and lakes, I will call you Lu Yan. Today, Ying Wushuang will see your Excellency's Xuan Kun Sword Technique."

Lu Yai stared at the sword in her hand: "It is an unparalleled sword among the top ten divine weapons in the world, but unfortunately, in this battle, the advantage of the divine weapon is useless."

The empress looked at him: "It is rumored that the sword in your hand is called the Heavy Earth Sword. It has been hidden on the top of the mountain and tempered for hundreds of years. It is one of the top ten magic weapons. I really want to break it today."

"Ying Wushuang, I have to say that you, a junior, are very arrogant."

"I am qualified to be arrogant."

Lu Yao sneered: "The holy land has existed for thousands of years, and its foundation is unfathomable. Today I will let you experience it. How can a mere mortal defy heaven?"

"Being born as a human being and competing with God for fate is a journey against the heavens. If God bullies me, I will kill him! Not to mention the mere sect of Jianghu!"

The empress's words were astonishing. She regarded Qianqian Taihua as nothing more than a sect in the world. People were shocked by her madness, but they also admired her lofty intentions.

Wisps of gray mist rose up all over Lu Yao's body, like the fire of hell, sweeping across all directions in an instant, and the entire top of the Demon Sword Peak was shrouded in a sinister aura.

"I, let's see if you have the Heaven-Cutting Blade!"

Ying Wushuang's great cloak moved automatically in the absence of wind, and a pale golden light began to fill the air. It suddenly brightened up, like a scorching sun suddenly appearing in the night, and the entire mountain top shone brightly.
Chapter completed!