Tang Zhen seemed to be from a military family. She was valiant and valiant. If she wore armor, she would definitely look like a war goddess.
As for Ye Xiaoxiao, her temperament was also very unique. She looked gentle and graceful, like the daughter of a noble family. There was also a gentleness of a pretty girl from a humble family. She didn't seem like a powerful swordsman at all. But those who looked down on her would definitely regret it.
It was hard to say who was stronger between Tang Zhen and Ye Xiaoxiao. They would only know after the battle.
Ye Xiaoxiao's sword was just like her temperament. It was generous and gentle, making it difficult to find a flaw in her sword.
Practicing the sword was like being a person. One could tell a person's character from their sword skills.
In the outer palace of the Heaven Desolate Earth Palace, there were not many female disciples. Compared to the male disciples, the ratio was not even ten to one. Among the female disciples, Ye Xiaoxiao and Tang Zhen were the best in terms of appearance, temperament, and strength.
Simply put, in the hearts of the male disciples, Tang Zhen and Ye Xiaoxiao were like goddesses.
Now, the two goddesses with completely different temperaments were fighting. The scene was very beautiful. Chu Mu had to admit that watching two beauties fight, especially two powerful beauties, was indeed pleasing to the eye.
Ye Xiaoxiao and Tang Zhen's sword intent and profound had both reached the peak of the sixth revolution. Their Heaven Desolate Sword Technique was also very brilliant.
Their relationship was not bad and they called each other sisters. But they both knew that they could not give in to each other in battle.
In the end, Tang Zhen defeated Ye Xiaoxiao with a slight advantage and replaced her. As for Ye Xiaoxiao, she was naturally eliminated.
"Congratulations, elder sister," said Ye Xiaoxiao leisurely. There wasn't any disappointment on her face.
The battle continued. The fifth and final battle of the sixth round was between Gao Wang and Zhuang Libie.
The left side of Zhuang Libie's face was covered by his long hair. Even his left eye was covered, leaving only the right side of his face exposed. He could be considered quite handsome, but for some reason, there was a hint of loneliness on his face, as if he had lost something important.
His unique temperament made Zhuang Libie the object of admiration in the hearts of many female disciples in the outer palace, second only to Luo Qiushui. As for people like Namo, although he was very powerful, he was somewhat unpredictable and not as charming as Zhuang Libie.
Zhuang Libie walked towards the center of the Sword Battle Arena. His footsteps were lonely and lonely. Unknowingly, it affected the mood of some people, making them feel sad for no reason.
Some of the female disciples with lower cultivation levels who were more sensitive had their eyes red. Even they didn't know why they were like this. They just couldn't suppress the sadness in their hearts and wanted to cry.
With Chu Mu's mental cultivation, he naturally wouldn't be affected. However, he was a bit surprised that Zhuang Libie's aura was like this. If it was even stronger, the effect would be even stronger. Imperceptibly, it was a terrifying power.
If Zhuang Libie knew how to properly utilize his aura, his strength would increase significantly.
Gao Wang's expression was solemn. He didn't dare to relax in front of Zhuang Libie.
Without saying anything further, Gao Wang immediately burst forth with his full strength. His sword techniques continuously attacked, and the sword light was like a long river surging endlessly. His might was astonishingly a level higher than when he was fighting Chu Mu. He was even faster, fiercer, and fiercer.
Although he had lost under Chu Mu's sword, it was undeniable that Gao Wang was still a genius. True geniuses were often able to understand their own inadequacies in battle. They could even absorb the opponent's strengths and integrate them into themselves to strengthen themselves.
Chu Mu was improving in the Outer Palace Competition of the Century. So were the others. The only difference was how much they had improved.
The river of Sword Light surged forward and approached Zhuang Libie. Zhuang Libie lowered his head slightly, and a cold light flashed through his right eye.
He drew his sword, and the lonely aura became thicker, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to drop.
With a slash, the Sword Light was mournful. There was a whimper. The strongest slash instantly broke Gao Wang's river of Sword Light.
Chu Mu knew that although Gao Wang's strength had increased, he was still weaker than Zhuang Libie. He couldn't possibly be Zhuang Libie's opponent.
As expected, under Zhuang Libie's counterattack, Gao Wang's attack was broken.
Gao Wang was the kind of swordsman who was good at attacking. He gave up on dodging and defending, and spent almost all of his time cultivating his attack. He attacked continuously, and even opponents who were slightly stronger than him could be defeated by his attacks.
His advantages were obvious, but so were his disadvantages.
Once Gao Wang's attack was broken, he would fall into the rhythm of others. He would lose all his advantages because he wasn't good at defense, blocking, or dodging.
Under Zhuang Libie's sword, Gao Wang struggled to hold on. After three slashes, he was in danger. By the fifth slash, he was defeated.
At this point, the ninth round of the Outer Palace Tournament of the Century had ended, and the tenth round was about to begin.
The tenth round didn't start immediately because the disciples participating in the tenth round were the top ten. They were all very strong, and the battles between them were no longer in the same way as before. Instead, they would draw lots.
Ten people, ten lots, ten numbers.
Ten lots appeared again, floating in the air. There was a layer of power covering them, hiding the numbers. They were chosen randomly.
Nan Wu, who was in first place, had the right to choose.
Nan Wu's spiritual consciousness moved, and it turned into an invisible hand. It grabbed one of the lots, and it flew to him.
After Nan Wu made his choice, it was Chi Xiao's turn.
Chu Mu was in tenth place, and he was the last one. He didn't have the right to choose, and the last lot was his.
When he got the lot, the power on it disappeared, and the number was shown. This number was also the number of his opponent.
Chu Mu's lot showed the number five, which meant that Chu Mu would fight with Duan Yulong.
"Number nine." Nan Wu announced the number in his hand. His opponent was number nine, Tu Jinghong.
As one of the first three dark horses, many people were looking forward to Tu Jinghong's performance. They wanted to see if he could force Nan Wu to show his true strength.
Tu Jinghong wasn't afraid at all. There was a touch of excitement on his face.
Nan Wu, who was in first place, would use his strength to prove his strength.
Step by step, Tu Jinghong's aura grew stronger and stronger. He had already pulled out his sword and held it tightly in his hand. It was shaking slightly, as if it was calling.
In contrast, Nan Wu had no aura at all. He walked over calmly, but his eyes slowly turned from absent-mindedness to focus.
Tu Jinghong was an opponent he couldn't ignore. He was strong enough.
Nan Wu's sword was actually the standard Tianhuang Sword, but he seemed to have a strange power that made the standard Tianhuang Sword look transparent and ethereal. It should be Nan Wu's own special ability.
"Take this!" Tu Jinghong roared. His body floated up strangely, as if supported by an invisible hand. He rushed toward Nan Wu and slashed out with his sword.
Like a startled swan, the sword came at him.
Nan Wu's eyes were completely focused. There seemed to be a strange circle of light. He saw through the startled swan's sword at a glance. The transparent standard Tianhuang Sword slashed out with a backhand, aiming at the flaw.
Tu Jinghong's sword sped up. He ignored Nan Wu's attack and continued to slash at him, as if he wanted to exchange injury for injury.
Nan Wu's expression didn't change. He was calm. He changed his sword style slightly and pushed Tu Jinghong's sword away. Then, he slashed at Tu Jinghong's throat in the same trajectory.
"Very strong control." Chu Mu's eyes slightly narrowed as he silently said.
Ordinary swordsmen couldn't do what Nan Wu did. After changing his sword style, he could still attack in the same trajectory. It required a strong control of one's own sword.
In a sense, the control of the sword was a manifestation of swordsmanship attainments.
Nan Wu's attainments in swordsmanship were much better than Tu Jinghong's.
"Take my Jinghong Sword." Tu Jinghong broke out again. His sword intent soared into the sky. His sword was extremely fast.
Every sword move was like a startled swan. It was gorgeous and stunning.
Tu Jinghong's figure surrounded Nan Wu. He formed many shadows and attacked wildly. His speed was faster than Gao Wang's. There was always someone stronger.
However, Nan Wu blocked the Jinghong Sword again and again. He didn't move despite Tu Jinghong's storm-like attacks.
After 15 minutes, Tu Jinghong's Jinghong Sword burst out. It lasted for 15 minutes. Every sword move contained Sword Essence, Sword Intent, and Ultimacy. It was amazing.
The onlookers almost suffocated. They all widened their eyes and were deeply shocked.
Gao Wang was also dumbfounded.
He was good at continuous storm-like attacks. However, he definitely couldn't do it as fast as Tu Jinghong and last for a quarter of an hour.
Only then did Gao Wang realize that he really wasn't strong enough. On his own path, he could still continue to improve and go further.
However, Nan Wu was stronger. He blocked all of Tu Jinghong's attacks without any difficulty.
Even an iron man wouldn't be able to withstand a quarter of an hour's worth of explosive attacks.
Tu Jinghong's attacks gradually weakened. He knew how to control the rhythm. As soon as his attacks weakened, he immediately unleashed an extremely powerful sword attack. The incomparably sharp sword-light was like lightning that streaked across the night sky. It was incomparably resplendent. It blasted towards Nan Wu while he rapidly retreated.
Nan Wu's body burst out with an amazing aura. His Sword Intent had reached the early seventh revolution. It shocked everyone. He slashed out and shattered Tu Jinghong's Sword Light. He passed through the shattered Sword Light like a ghost and appeared in front of Tu Jinghong. Tu Jinghong was stunned for a moment.
The sword came silently from his blind spot. Tu Jinghong was shocked and quickly dodged. However, it was too late. Nan Wu's sword pierced his ribs. Tu Jinghong's expression changed drastically. He flew backwards and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Although he was defeated, Nan Wu did use his Seventh Revolution Sword Intent. Tu Jinghong's outburst also showed him how extraordinary he was. Although he was defeated, it was still a glorious defeat.
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