The formless, egoless blade intent condensed on the blade, Cold Immortal Snow Drinker, exuding a soul-chilling aura that permeated the surroundings.
The terrifying power emanating from the blade was too intense to behold directly.
"Blade Supremacy Under Heaven – Frozen Rivers and Mountains!"
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"Hahaha, come at me! Let's see the clash of blade and sword, who will emerge stronger in the end!"
Wu Tao's dominance was unparalleled. The sound of the sword's hum, emanating from his Chuxi Sword, soared into the heavens.
"Man and Sword as One – Heavenly Immortal Beyond the Clouds!"
As the sword light flowed, Wu Tao fully displayed the might of man and sword unified.
The sword's edge, surging and explosive, swift and brilliant, like lightning strikes, the power of its qi was terrifyingly irresistible.
Wu Tao poured all his spiritual energy into this single strike, not seeking to end the battle in one go and defeat Wang Qingyu. Da Feng Novel Network.
Clang!
Ice shards flew everywhere. Wang Qingyu's full-powered strike, Frozen Rivers and Mountains, was precisely shattered by Wu Tao's sword.
At this moment, Wang Qingyu had exhausted his old strength and had not yet mustered new power.
Seizing the initiative with his sword, Wu Tao maneuvered, his Chuxi Sword relentlessly pressing its advantage!
Gripping the hilt of the Chuxi Sword with both hands, Wu Tao swung with immense power and aggression, his strikes ranging far and wide, forcing Wang Qingyu to retreat step by step.
Bone-chilling sword light flashed in the air. Every move Wu Tao made sent a shiver down one's spine.
"Damn it, you're pushing me too far."
Wang Qingyu was shocked and enraged. He never expected that a single misstep would completely disrupt his battle rhythm, thanks to Wu Tao.
He didn't even get a chance to fully unleash his killing move.
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In fact, Wu Tao was perfectly suited for the path of a sword cultivator. His personality was inherently tenacious and self-reliant, his dominance unmatched.
After becoming a sword cultivator, he cut through all obstacles, and any opponent in his path would be swiftly vanquished by his Chuxi Sword, without hesitation.
His footwork was elusive, Wu Tao stepped forward, his wrist flicking. The broken ancient sword in his hand slanted upward, thrust forward, slashed back, and chopped down with imperceptible speed.
Innumerable sword lights poured forth, each strike seemingly measured with utmost precision, every move ruthlessly aimed at life.
Puff, puff, puff, puff!
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After several dozen more exchanges, the Cold Immortal Snow Drinker was struck aside. The sword light was sharp, and the tip of the Chuxi Sword pointed directly at Wang Qingyu's chest.
Wang Qingyu leaned sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
Following this, he delivered a sweeping kick with his right leg, sending Wu Tao flying several meters away.
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"Boom!"
The battle between Wu Tao and Wang Qingyu had clearly entered a white-hot stage, with fierce gusts of wind scattering intermittently.
Since Wu Tao and Wang Qingyu began their confrontation, they had exchanged blows hundreds of times in a short period.
Each exchange was more terrifying than the last, their immense power sweeping across the entire continent fragment.
Unlike other inner disciples who pursued fame and fortune, Wang Qingyu participated in this grand martial competition primarily for his own Dao.
He merely sought the pleasure of a strenuous battle against an evenly matched opponent. The smile on Wang Qingyu's lips indicated his enjoyment of the entire process.
Sword cultivators! Only when facing an equally respected and powerful opponent would they feel true respect and charge forward with all their might, leaving no room for hesitation.
In the end, their fighting spirits continuously ignited. Both were driven by their individual determination to win, and simultaneously, this was a contest of their respective understandings of the Dao.
The Chuxi Sword and the Cold Immortal Snow Drinker blade clashed incessantly.
Their high-speed movements made it impossible to discern Wu Tao and Wang Qingyu's figures; only the intermittent bursts of sparks proved the intensity of the battle.
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However, at this stage of the battle, both seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.
During their duel, they had abandoned other spells, secret techniques, and even other treasures.
All that remained was the raw clash of blade and sword power, and a true contest imbued with their will.
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In such a confrontation, Wang Qingyu's robes were already tattered, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, his aura becoming increasingly disordered.
It appeared that Wu Tao had gained the advantage in this battle of wills.
However, his own aura was not much better, also somewhat depleted.
The difference was that despite being somewhat depleted, his aura remained incredibly condensed.
After another exchange, Wang Qingyu's body suddenly trembled, and he could no longer suppress a cough, spitting out a mouthful of dark blood.
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"Have I lost..."
Wang Qingyu gave a bitter smile, never expecting that in this contest of the Great Dao, he, one of the Nine Great Saint Children, would be defeated by the man opposite him.
He truly wished he could know what this man's mind was thinking at this moment, his pursuit of the Great Dao so fanatical.
What kind of unknown path would this man walk in the future? He was truly curious.
Wang Qingyu watched as the Chuxi Sword swung towards him again. This time, however, he did not raise the Cold Immortal Snow Drinker blade. Instead, he opened his arms towards Wu Tao, silently accepting the blow.
The next moment, the Cold Immortal Snow Drinker, emitting a cold glint, pierced through Wang Qingyu's robes. Crimson blood slowly dripped from the tip of the sword onto the ground.
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"I surrender!"
Wang Qingyu looked down at the wound on his chest, from which blood was slowly flowing.
The next second, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, then with a thought, he directly surrendered and departed.
As Wang Qingyu left, Wu Tao stared at the blood on his Chuxi Sword, lost in thought.
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Why didn't he block that strike? Why choose to end the battle in such a manner?
Given Wu Tao and Wang Qingyu's remarkably similar strength, a full-blown desperate fight would not conclude quickly.
It was entirely possible for the battle to continue for another three periods of time.
Looking at the crimson blood on the Chuxi Sword, Wu Tao was perplexed.
Wang Qingyu had indeed been defeated by Wu Tao in this contest of the Dao.
However, he could have easily denied the outcome and continued to fight Wu Tao.
But Wu Tao had not expected Wang Qingyu to be so decisive, to abandon his defense, willingly sustain an injury, and concede with such grace.
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At this moment, Wu Tao had also successfully advanced to the top eight, becoming the only inner disciple remaining on this battlefield.
The ranking board flipped, golden dragons swirled, and Wu Tao's name appeared at the very forefront of the board.
Wu Tao became the first inner disciple to advance to the top eight.
He had earned three periods of time for healing and preparation. After three periods, Wu Tao would face the other seven participants in the top eight to determine who would advance to the top four.
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Meanwhile, on other continent fragments, battles continued.
On this second continent fragment, Shui Xianzi Xue Rou'er, one of the Nine Great Saint Children, and Ma Yunqing, another of the Nine Great Saint Children, first joined forces to eliminate the other inner disciples on the continent fragment.
Then, it was a one-on-one duel between Xue Rou'er and Ma Yunqing.
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Both Xue Rou'er and Ma Yunqing cultivated rare and powerful, albeit unorthodox, techniques within the current immortal cultivation world.
Xue Rou'er was a Qin cultivator, using the resonance of her zither to temper her spiritual energy, and then releasing it through her music.
The essence of a Qin cultivator lay in producing different spiritual energies based on the distinct characteristics of each musical piece, which were then used for offense or support.
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Ma Yunqing, on the other hand, was an assassin cultivator, his skills in assassination and stealth reaching the pinnacle of mastery. His phantom steps and the Seven Nights Killing Art were unparalleled.
His killing intent was as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea. With a successful strike, he could escape thousands of miles away, capable of easily assassinating cultivators of higher realms than himself.
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"Xue Rou'er, please enlighten me."
Xue Rou'er, clad in white, possessed a graceful and slender physique.
Due to her mastery of zither intent, she exuded an indescribable ethereal and sacred aura.
Xue Rou'er calmly removed the long zither from her back. With a gentle wave of her sleeves, the zither floated in the air, as if placed on an invisible platform.
The zither in Xue Rou'er's hands was the Taigu remnant treasure, the Nine Heavens Profound Saint Qin.
The Nine Heavens Profound Saint Qin: "Its body is crafted from ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Phoenix Paulownia wood, black in color, with dragon belly and phoenix patterns. Adorned with the mark of a celestial maiden. Illuminated by the radiance of sacred spirits. Its strings are woven from thousand-year-old silkworm silk, and its tuning pegs are inlaid with crimson divine bloodstone."
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"Ma Yunqing, please enlighten me."
On the other side.
Ma Yunqing's body became illusory and dreamlike, transforming into a dark silhouette hidden within the void.
He was constantly poised to plunge into the void and assassinate Xue Rou'er.
Ma Yunqing held a stunningly beautiful crystal dagger. The dagger was completely transparent, with its distinct crystal contours faintly visible.
The dagger was three feet and three inches long, three fingers wide, with faint blood grooves on both sides. Within these grooves lay an extremely faint, yet utterly sinister, bloodstain.
Looking at this three-foot cold edge, no one dared to doubt its sharpness.
Likewise, no one would believe that such a beautiful dagger was a deadly weapon that had claimed countless lives.
The dagger was named Shadowless Unrivaled Killing Blade, a treasure left from ancient times.
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"Ding ding ding dong!!!"
Xue Rou'er's ten fingers lightly caressed the zither strings. Instantly, a melancholic and lingering melody drifted forth.
This was a piece representing farewell. As the music began, in a mere instant, a dark crimson light erupted.
A series of low, melodious, yet endlessly poignant notes drifted and dispersed, spreading in all directions along with the dark crimson light.
At this moment, hidden dangers lurked all around.
As a Qin cultivator, Xue Rou'er's zither music was her direct means of attack.
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Although Ma Yunqing was confident in himself, he would not allow Xue Rou'er
to play this strange piece of music unchecked.
He clearly remembered that when they had joined forces previously, Xue Rou'er had only strummed a few strings casually, yet she had dispatched more than a dozen elite inner disciples.
Xue Rou'er, as one of the Nine Great Saint Children, was by no means ordinary.
Ma Yunqing brandished the Shadowless Unrivaled Killing Blade, simultaneously moving stealthily, and suddenly vanished from Xue Rou'er's sight.
There was no trace of him to be found in the void.
But in the next moment, eight peculiar figures abruptly appeared
tens of meters around Xue Rou'er.
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These eight peculiar figures, much like the dark silhouette before, were dreamlike and illusory, inducing a sense of mesmerizing intoxication that pulled one into a dream.
The eight peculiar dark figures rapidly closed in on Xue Rou'er.
Faintly, an invisible pressure assailed Xue Rou'er, this invisible pressure originating directly from her soul!
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