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An Jing's eyebrows raised slightly; he had been waiting for someone from the Lv Sect to make a move. Unexpectedly, Jing Chun now seemed to want An Jing himself to take action.

Even though he had many doubts in his mind, at this critical moment, he could no longer care for much.

An Jing's wrist twisted, lightly tapping on the sword scabbard.

"Shi!"

Three cold beams of sword light suddenly shot out from the scabbard, flying swiftly toward the front.

Zhong Binru strode forward, reaching Tan Yun in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!"

Tan Yun also sensed something was wrong and drew the Futu Sword in a sweeping motion.

"Child's play, daring to show off in front of an expert."

Zhong Binru's expression remained indifferent as he flicked his finger.

"Ding!"

Tan Yun felt a tremendous force traveling through the Futu Sword, causing her arms to go numb and forced her to step back repeatedly, blood flowing from the tiger's mouth of her sword-holding hand.

"Hmm!?"