The barracks were deathly quiet, with disciples from various sects who were watching the battle dare not even breathe. The only sound was the piercing friction of swords clashing, touching everyone's heart.
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"Stop! This is a military zone. How can we tolerate such private fighting?"
A graceful and elegant white-robed figure appeared, walking through the air.
"Zing zing."
Two musical notes tore through the sky, like two sharp blades whistling in the air, forcibly separating the two who were in the heat of battle.
"Master!"
Cowering in the crowd, the purple-robed woman, who was almost paralyzed by the intense gaze of Qing Yuan, was overjoyed when she heard the musical notes, following the sound and looking at it with excitement.
Immortal Rongxue?!
Her admirers were even more excited, looking up one after another, their fiery gazes chasing the elegant figure that stepped through the air, unable to tear their eyes away.