: With the Nine-Stop Sword Technique Completed, One Can Die Alongside Immortals!

Zhao Xuansu understood.

If he continues to be controlled by Nangong Pushe like this, he will soon be in danger.

Therefore, they immediately changed their target and temporarily abandoned the plan to kill Ying Changqing.

Bei Mingzi looked worried when he saw Zhao Xuansu's fury.

He clearly saw that although Nangong Pushe's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, he was still unable to break through Zhao Xuansu's defenses.

Zhao Xuansu had been on the defensive all along, not because he couldn't win, but because he was only focused on dealing with Ying Changqing.

He didn't want to get entangled with Nangong Pushe; he just wanted to resolve things quickly so he could deal with Ying Changqing.

This is why Nangong Pushe was able to temporarily gain the upper hand.

"Your Highness, aren't you worried?"

"Zhao Xuansu is furious now and will definitely attack with all her might. Nangong Pushe's girl will definitely not be able to stop her."

"I believe that intervention is necessary."

Worry was evident in Ehuang and Nüying's eyes.

Zhao Xuansu's original target was Ying Changqing, but now she has suddenly turned to Nangong Pushe.

Nangong Pushe immediately felt even greater pressure; the battle situation was unfavorable to her, and she was about to collapse.

"Your Highness, should we make a move?"

"Zhao Xuansu's breathing is erratic, but she's suppressing Miss Nangong. Let's go help Nangong Pu She!"

"Yes, Your Highness, Miss Nangong is at a disadvantage. Although we sisters are not as strong as her, we can lend a hand. Please allow us to help!"

Ying Changqing sneered, his arms still wrapped around Ehuang and Nüying.

His gaze remained calm as he stared at Nangong Pushe, who was at a disadvantage in the distance, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"If Zhao Xuansu can seize the initiative before Nangong makes a move, I will intervene."

"But Nangong has already unleashed fourteen strikes; his swordplay is complete!"

"Zhao Xuansu cannot reverse the current situation; he is destined to fall into Nangong's trap."

"Now there are only two options: escape or wait to die."

"But Nangong had no intention of giving him a chance to escape. To put it bluntly, he was just making a futile struggle and waiting to die."

Ying Changqing spoke with such certainty that the crowd fell silent, instead watching Nangong Pu She with great interest.

Bei Mingzi, in particular, wanted to figure out what was so special about Nangong Pushe's swordsmanship that made Ying Changqing so confident.

Just then, Nangong Pushe suddenly swung her sword down, her seventeenth strike.

The power of the slash shattered the air, even dimming the moonlight in the sky.

Zhao Xuansu, locked on by the blade, turned pale with fright, her eyes filled with terror.

"The Tao governs Heaven and Earth, the Jade Emperor's Tower!"

Zhao Xuansu shouted urgently, immediately using all her strength to gather her inner force in front of her chest with both hands.

A thick layer of golden energy instantly appeared in his palm.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion shattered Zhao Xuansu's protective aura.

He was so shocked that he staggered back ten steps before regaining his footing and blocking the fatal blow.

Although he managed to block it, his blood was still churning, and his throat felt sweet, so he forced himself to swallow it back.

When he looked at Nangong Pushe, who was wielding two swords, his face turned pale and his eyes were filled with fear.

Nangong Pushe frowned.

"This Zhao Xuansu is indeed powerful, at the peak of the Land Immortal Realm, almost reaching the Celestial Realm."

He completely absorbed the power of the Seventeen Stops, his face turned pale, but his injuries were not serious.

"The next strike will at most severely injure him, not kill him."

Nangong Pushe shifted his gaze from Ying Changqing and saw the fear in Zhao Xuansu's eyes.

With a smirk, he stopped drawing his sword and said, "My swordsmanship can kill a second-grade expert with six stops, a finger-pointing realm expert with nine stops, and a celestial realm expert with twelfth stops."

"Sixteen stops can break through the Buddhist Vajra, and even the celestial bodies are as fragile as paper."

"After the eighteen stops, there were no immortals on land before me."

"As long as I strike first, I will have the advantage over both Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang. At worst, we will both perish."

"Guess what? I just used more than a dozen stops?"

Nangong Pu held his twin swords horizontally in front of him, coldly staring at Zhao Xuansu as if she were a dead man.

She was gathering her strength while using words to suppress Zhao Xuansu's momentum.

Zhao Xuansu was constantly afraid of Ying Changqing's strength, which prevented her from fully displaying her power.

Nangong Pushe's words instilled even greater fear in him. He dared not look directly into Nangong Pushe's oppressive eyes and completely lost the will to fight.

I desperately wanted to escape, but the surrounding spiritual energy had become unusually viscous, as if I were trapped in place and unable to leave.

He understood that Nangong Pushe's sword strike was completely locked on, leaving no possibility of escape.

If you can't withstand this blow, you're doomed.

Zhao Xuansu was already afraid of Ying Changqing, and now that she was being strongly suppressed by Nangong Pushe, her momentum dropped again, and she could only exert 50% or 60% of her cultivation at most.

"I was already safe before. As long as Ying Changqing left, I could return to Liyang and Longhu Mountain safely."

"Why did you covet the promises of the Liyang Dynasty and reappear, provoking Ying Changqing!"

Zhao Xuansu was filled with remorse.

He vowed that if he had the chance to do it all over again, he would never provoke Ying Changqing.

I originally thought that Ying Changqing and that mysterious old Taoist had both lost their inner strength and were just ants to be slaughtered.

He was certain there was no risk in this encounter.

But Zhao Xuansu did not expect that Ying Changqing would have someone like Nangong Pushe hidden by his side.

Nangong Pushe's cultivation level was at the peak of the Grandmaster realm. His initial attack did not cause any actual damage or pose any threat to him.

But a moment of carelessness allowed her sword strikes to accumulate to such a terrifying degree.

"Miss Nangong Pushe, Prince Ying Changqing, let's stop."

"I know I was wrong. If you spare me, I swear I will leave Longhu Mountain forever."

"I can also order Longhu Mountain to stop aiding the Liyang Dynasty and to stop helping Zhao Huangchao avenge himself."

Zhao Xuansu felt Nangong Pushe's blade lock on her, fear flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly begged Ying Changqing and Nangong Pushe for mercy.

"Heh~"

Nangong Pu She sneered.

She stared at Zhao Xuansu, who was begging for mercy, with a face full of disdain.

Zhao Xuansu could have dodged the blow, but he was afraid of dying and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Fear completely rendered him incapable of fighting.

"This is the eighteenth strike; he's doomed. The outcome is decided!"

Nangong Pushe turned to look at Ying Changqing, awaiting his command.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Ying Changqing knew that villains who talked too much nonsense were doomed to die.

He met Nangong Pushe's gaze and gently shook his head.

Nangong Pushe immediately understood Ying Changqing's determination to kill him.

Without hesitation, he reversed the Xiu Dong and Chun Lei swords, and with a ghostly speed, rushed straight at Zhao Xuansu.

"Eighteen stops, execute!"

In an instant, the world fell silent.

An aura of world-destroying power erupted from Nangong Pushe's sword.

The crowd stood by the Wei River and could still hear the sound of the water.

Now, only the buzzing of swords and the sound of air being cut could be heard in the world; all other sounds had disappeared.

Zhao Xuansu begged for mercy, but he did not let his guard down.

When he saw Nangong Pushe unleash his eighteenth strike, he was immediately terrified.

He knew that Ying Changqing would not let him go.

But he won't just wait to die.

"You think I'm defenseless?"

"Break down the Jade Emperor Tower atop Longhu Mountain!"

Zhao Xuandu stared at Nangong Pushe and Ying Changqing, then roared.

He suddenly raised both arms.

Instantly, his entire body radiated golden light.