The figure and Sword Light blended together, flickering like a dragon. Around Chu Mu, there were thirty-six streaks of light wreaking havoc. It was Duan Yulong's sword technique combo.
He named it the Sky Dragon Thirty-six Styles.
Now, the Sky Dragon Thirty-six Styles was not only a combo of sword techniques, but also a combination of sword intent at the peak of the sixth turn and fire profound, as well as Tianhuang Sword Energy at the peak of the Origin Realm. The power of each strike was earth-shattering.
Thirty-six forms, thirty-six swords, attacking from all directions. There was no way to avoid the sword, not even the blind spots. It could be said to be a perfect combo of swordsmanship.
Duan Yulong was strong, but Chu Mu was stronger. Therefore, Chu Mu blocked all of the Sky Dragon Thirty-six Styles and counterattacked with the last strike of the Flying Swan Illusory Six Strikes. It was absolutely domineering.
Duan Yulong lost, and Chu Mu won.
Now, the tenth round of the market competition had ended.
The rule of this round was that every disciple had to fight twice. Those who lost both times would be eliminated.
After the competition ended, there were three disciples who lost both times: Tu Jinghong, Tang Zhen, and Ben Hu.
With three eliminated, there were still seven left. The rankings had also changed accordingly.
First place was still Nan Wu, second place was still Chi Xiao, but third place was Luo Qiushui, fourth place was still Ma Yunfei, fifth place was Chu Mu, sixth place was Duan Yulong, and seventh place was Zhuang Libie.
Today's competition had ended. It was time to rest at night. Chu Mu continued to meditate and cultivate. He used his mind and sword intent to break the Godseal Blood Curse on the gold profound.
The competition continued the next day. The eleventh round was the same as the tenth round.
Seven lots floated in the air, covered with a layer of power, allowing the seven disciples to choose.
Nan Wu was first, and he was the first to choose. Zhuang Libie was the last.
In the first round of the eleventh round, Nan Wu was number seven, and he was up against Zhuang Libie.
Zhuang Libie was not weak, but he was still struggling against Nan Wu. Therefore, under Nan Wu's Seven Turn Sword Intent, Zhuang Libie was defeated quickly. He had no chance to fight back.
In the second round, Chi Xiao was up against number six, Duan Yulong.
Chi Xiao was like a devil. His next strike would definitely be more powerful than the previous one. After struggling for a while, Duan Yulong was still defeated by Chi Xiao.
There was no doubt that Nan Wu and Chi Xiao were strong.
For the third match, when Luo Qiushui announced the number in his hand, the audience was first stunned and then boiled over.
Number one!
Luo Qiushui's opponent was number one, Namo!
In the third round of the eleventh round, Luo Qiushui was Yulong Yong
Of the two, one was already known to be powerful, while the other was a dark horse, a super dark horse. Both of them had Seventh Revolution early stage sword intent.
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. was, it, Yong Yong Yong, that was, Yong Yyong, Yong Yong Yyong Yong ong ong ong ong, it was like the Yong Yong ong Yong Yong ong..
In the audience, some people shouted Nan Wu's name, while others shouted Luo Qiushui's name.
"Show me your full strength." Ever since the first round of the tournament, the champion of Namo had spoken. His voice was just like his actions, a little erratic.
"This is what I want to say to you." Luo Qiushui's reply was surprising.
Once the two appeared, the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
They did not hold back. In an instant, their not-so-strong bodies exploded with sharp initial stage rank seven sword intents. They soared into the sky and shattered the clouds.
The formless sword intents seemed to have an outline. Like two balls of flames, they burned on Nan Wu and Luo Qiushui.
The sharpness of the sword intents was constantly released, clashing and resisting each other.
Their gazes were very sharp. When their gazes collided, there seemed to be the sound of electricity jumping in the air.
Before the sword was drawn, the sharpness was already shocking.
The formless sword intents made the spectators around the arena almost suffocate.
They drew their swords in an instant. The sword intents were guided by the swords and gushed out, tearing the sky. The sword cries were earth-shattering.
The erratic sword light and the murderous sword light crisscrossed in the blink of an eye, as if in slow motion. After the sword light crisscrossed, its speed increased by thousands of times, crisscrossing, circling, and striking out. The sword light and sword shadow crisscrossed.
Every sword strike contained a terrifying power. Once it hit, it would definitely cause damage to the opponent. However, the power in every sword strike was restrained. If it did not hit, it would not explode. Therefore, it would not cause unnecessary waste of power.
Nan Wu and Luo Qiushui not only had initial stage rank seven sword intents, they also had rich battle experience. Moreover, their battle talent was above ordinary people. It was shocking.
Watching the battle between the two of them was both pleasing to the eye and thrilling to the soul.
The erratic Sword Light went up and down, left and right. It was impossible to tell where the sword would land. Nan Wu's Sword Light seemed to be everywhere.
Luo Qiushui's Sword Light was filled with the murderous aura of autumn. It was continuous like water, firm and indomitable. It could not be cut or defeated.
Fight, fight, fight!
Every movement of the two of them was filled with power, fusing it into every sword strike. The power was extremely shocking. The two of them were circling around each other in a small area. Some of their attacks were probing, and some of them were direct attacks.
Both of them were looking for each other's flaws. They were prepared to disrupt each other's rhythm and make it their own. Once they were brought into their own rhythm, they would be able to seize the initiative and seize a chance to win.
However, both of them were combat geniuses with astonishing talent. Their grasp of rhythm was also very exquisite and unique. Both of them were using their own rhythm to fight. It looked like they were constantly colliding. Time after time, the collisions were extremely thrilling and brilliant.
Chu Mu's eyes stared unblinkingly at Nan Wu and Luo Qiushui. He was different from others and could multitask. Therefore, his left eye stared at Nan Wu, while his right eye stared at Luo Qiushui. He memorized their every movement, every detail, without missing a single detail. At the same time, he was analyzing in his heart and differentiating the strengths and weaknesses of their movements.
Watching the battle, Chu Mu was also constantly improving himself. No one could be like him, constantly improving himself.
Finding an opportunity, Luo Qiushui instantly exploded. Sword Light was continuous and tough. Autumn Water Long Sky. It was a series of thirty-three moves. In the end, the thirty-three moves merged into one, the most powerful move. The Sword Light was like a long river, full of murderous aura.
The integration of the early Seventh Revolution Sword Essence made the power of Autumn Water Long Sky even more terrifying.
Nan Wu's eyes burst out with amazing light. His pupils became dark and deep, as if they had absorbed all the light around. Luo Qiushui's Sword Light was reflected in his eyes. The sword in his hand seemed to have disappeared. It became transparent and more ethereal.
With a wave of his right hand, the sword-light of his sword, which had almost disappeared, became faintly discernible. In an instant, thirteen consecutive sword-lights struck the Long River of Autumn Waters, causing a flaw to appear in the flawless Long River of Sword Light, and it was instantly defeated.
The last Sword Light tore through the air. Nan Wu's figure also became faintly discernible. In a flash, he rushed forward like a ghost. He held his sword in front of him, as if he had completely torn apart everything in front of him. He also seemed to have merged into the air. Following the Sword Light of Autumn Water Long Sky, he cut his throat.
Compared to Luo Qiushui's swordsmanship, Nan Wu's swordsmanship style was more unique. It had the shadow and taste of the Sky Desolation Sword Art. It seemed to have separated from the Sky Desolation Sword Art.
From this point, it could be seen that Nan Wu was better than Luo Qiushui in the Sky Desolation Sword Art. He was also better than Chu Mu. Of course, this did not mean that Nan Wu's swordsmanship was better than Chu Mu's. It was just that Chu Mu's understanding of the Sky Desolation Sword Art was temporarily better than Chu Mu's.
Luo Qiushui's Sword Light was desolate but it could not hit Nan Wu. Occasionally, the Sword Light would pass through, but Nan Wu's figure seemed to be transparent. It was as if he did not exist. He was unharmed.
The strange opponent made Luo Qiushui's heart heavy. His sword had clearly hit the opponent, but it suddenly missed. It was as if he had stabbed into the air. A strange feeling of nothingness made him very uncomfortable.
Nan Wu did not dare to underestimate Luo Qiushui at all. He also showed his true strength, his full strength. He showed his uniqueness in front of everyone. The fleeting sword and the strange figure.
It seemed that Luo Qiushui was at a disadvantage, but just like his swordsmanship, Luo Qiushui was full of tenacity and indomitable.
It was a battle of attrition. The strength of both sides was revealed step by step. It was getting more and more exciting, more and more tyrannical. It was so brilliant that people couldn't take their eyes off it. They even forgot to breathe. They didn't even know how to blink. There were only two figures, two mixed together sword lights, constantly colliding.
Luo Qiushui was very clear about the feeling of not being able to grasp his opponent. He seemed to have fallen into a whirlpool and could not pull himself out. Once he stopped, he would be hit by Nan Wu's sword. Therefore, he could only continue to attack.
No matter how strong he was, he could not last forever. After half an hour, Luo Qiushui's Sword Light suddenly stopped. Nan Wu immediately grasped the moment and attacked. He attacked along the flaw and disrupted Luo Qiushui's rhythm.
Both of them were masters at controlling the rhythm. Once Luo Qiushui's rhythm was disrupted, he immediately tried to recover. However, Nan Wu would not give him the chance. He controlled the rhythm and led the advantage to his side little by little.
Suddenly, Nan Wu erupted once again. The sword light was blazing like the sun in the sky. It was peerlessly domineering, incinerating everything. In the next instant, the sword light that was like the sun disappeared without a trace. The sword also disappeared.
Luo Qiushui had just closed his eyes when Nan Wu's sword quietly appeared behind him and hit his back. Luo Qiushui's body shook. He used the momentum to turn around and counterattack. His sword missed and Nan Wu's sword hit his chest again …
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