Xiao Chen brought out all of his Essence, supported by his sixty-percent-comprehended saber intent and the peak state of thunder. With one saber strike, Wang Quan vomited a mouthful of blood as he went flying.
That strong Quintessence shield fluctuated and rippled, but it did not shatter. However, the pure force that passed through it caused Wang Quan's internal organs to be in a mess.
"Stop fighting, I admit defeat!" Wang Quan, who landed on the ground, felt incredible pain. When he saw that Xiao Chen still wanted to continue fighting, he quickly admitted defeat.
Wang Quan's Quintessence was nearly exhausted. If Xiao Chen attacked again, his originally insufficient Quintessence would shatter.
Xiao Chen's golden dragon immediately swallowed up another three meters of the twenty-three-meter-long golden dragon above him. Its light dimmed, and it was only fifteen meters long.
Xiao Chen's golden dragon was dazzling and full of vigor. It was twenty-five meters long.
Sheathing his saber, Xiao Chen prepared to leave the arena. He paused for a while and said to Wang Quan, "My cultivation is indeed not high. However, you cannot stop me. Even without this sixty-percent-comprehended saber intent, I can still defeat you easily. "
Sixty-percent-comprehended saber intent and the gathering of wind and clouds, Xiao Chen defeated Wang Quan, one of the giants, in one move.
Even though Wang Quan had a high cultivation, even opened his sea of consciousness, and refined a tenth of his Essence into Quintessence, he was still not a match for Xiao Chen.
When Xiao Chen revealed another trump card, the so-called tenth of his Quintessence was no longer sufficient.
At this moment, no one thought that Xiao Chen was the weakest of the eight giants. With such strength, he could compete with Bai Qi.
If Xiao Chen was more daring, he might be able to fight with Sima Lingxuan. However, his chances of victory would be slightly lower.
"Next match: Nangong Ziyue against Beiming Shang."
This was another match between the Noble Clan disciples. Although the two had lost a few matches earlier and lost the fight for the top eight, their strength was still there. However, his strength was still there, and he was a popular contender for the top ten. This battle was still quite eye-catching.
Beiming Shang excelled at Palm Techniques. His Lamenting Palm perfectly materialized the Emotionless Dao. His Palm Technique was cold and emotionless. Every move contained a strong might.
However, Beiming Shang's opponent was Nangong Ziyue. Her state of mountain and water was as calm as rippling water. However, when it moved, it shook the ground. She did not fear his Emotionless Dao.
The two were evenly matched. After exchanging four hundred moves, an opening appeared in Beiming Shang's Emotionless Dao. Nangong Ziyue took advantage of this opportunity to obtain victory.
With only eight rounds remaining, Nangong Ziyue obtained victory. She was one step closer to the top ten.
With Nangong Ziyue's victory, Xiao of Xiao, Dao, and Qi, Yue Shang.
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"Of the eight matches, there were only eight giants. Aside from himself, he could only fight seven matches against the other seven giants. Naturally, the remaining match would be decided by the other contestants. How to arrange it was up to the referee. However, the remaining match did not put much pressure on the eight giants.
Liu Xiaoyun looked at the confident Sima Lingxuan and sighed softly. He smiled bitterly and said, "Three years ago, I could last ten moves against you. Now, after three years, I probably cannot even block one move from you.
"Sima Lingxuan, how about we compete in the sword? We will only compete in the sword and nothing else."
Competing in the sword was similar to competing in the saber. Both parties would draw their swords at the same time. Whoever's sword could defeat the other party's would be the winner.
Naturally, Liu Xiaoyun's sword was not as strong as Sima Lingxuan's. The reason he said this was because he wanted to compete with Sima Lingxuan in the sword. He wanted to comprehend Sima Lingxuan's sword intent and use it to improve himself.
Sima Lingxuan had a proud and aloof personality. He looked down on all the swordsmen in the world. Liu Xiaoyun had a request for him. At this moment, he was extremely humble. His gaze was fiery, hoping that Sima Lingxuan would agree.
"With your status and strength, you are qualified to compete in the sword with me. Prepare to draw your sword." Sima Lingxuan muttered to himself for a while and did not reject Liu Xiaoyun's suggestion.
An excited expression flashed in Liu Xiaoyun's eyes. He performed a cupped-fist salute and said, "Many thanks!"
After Liu Xiaoyun spoke, he grasped his sword hilt with his right hand. His Essence, state of ice, sword intent, and his understanding of the Sword Dao all accumulated at this moment.
Competing with swords sounded simple. It was just pulling out the sword and throwing it out. However, this simple action contained many aspects of truth. Sword intent, sword move, state, and force of attack — as long as there was a mistake in any one of these aspects, the instant the sword was drawn, it would be full of openings.
The atmosphere instantly turned heavy. The air seemed to freeze at this moment. The Wind Cloud Platform fell deathly silent. Both sides remained silent, accumulating their moves. "Weng! Weng!
Weng! "
Amidst this endless silence, there was suddenly a resonant sword hum. The sword hum was long, continuous, and solemn. As the sword intent trembled, the huge Wind Cloud Arena trembled continuously.
The two of them made their moves at the same time. A solitary sword spun quickly in the air, causing snowflakes to dance in the air. The sword intent gave off a silvery white light, making the place even colder.
Cold, extreme cold, cold and emotionless. This was Liu Xiaoyun's state. His sword intent also served this purpose.
On the other side, Sima Lingxuan's sword flickered with a golden light. Strong winds filled the air and clouds churned. As the winds blew and clouds churned, it contained a vast state of kingship. This was a sword of kingship.
With the support of Sima Lingxuan's sixty-percent-comprehended sword intent, the state of kingship appeared very tyrannical and mighty. It faintly gave off the boldness of ten thousand swords; it was the king of swords.
"Dang!"
The two swords quickly clashed. Liu Xiaoyun's sword was knocked back with a 'bang.' Then, it broke into two pieces.
As for Sima Lingxuan's sword, it gave off a 'xiu' sound and easily stabbed into the Wind Cloud Platform with a brilliant sword intent. Cracks appeared in the sword, and Dragon Qi immediately soared up.
The hazy Dragon Qi increased the aura of that proud sword significantly. The sharpness of the sword of kingship soared into the clouds, nearly breaking the Wind Cloud Barrier in the sky.
Before that sword of kingship, Liu Xiaoyun could not resist at all. The difference between their sword intent and sword intent was too great.
The sword was a swordsman's second clone. This sword had followed Liu Xiaoyun for an unknown number of days and nights. It had killed countless enemies. Unknowingly, it had already infused Liu Xiaoyun's Qi, blood, and soul.
Now that the sword broke, blood leaked out of a corner of Liu Xiaoyun's lips. His complexion turned pale, and his mind became extremely fatigued.
After being defeated in one move, Sima Lingxuan immediately swallowed up a significant portion of Liu Xiaoyun's twenty-meter-long golden dragon, making it much dimmer.
However, Sima Lingxuan's golden dragon did not grow much longer. It was still twenty-seven meters long. With Xiao Chen's current Luck, unless he defeated the eight giants, it would be hard for his golden dragon to grow any longer.
Liu Xiaoyun wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips. He was not in a rush to get off the Wind Cloud Platform. Instead, he closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the state of Sima Lingxuan's sword when the two swords clashed.
After a long time, Liu Xiaoyun opened his eyes. His pale face revealed a gratified expression as he picked up the two broken swords from the Wind Cloud Platform.
"When competing with swordsmen, I always use my full power. I will not hold anything back." Sima Lingxuan said something that others could not understand. Then, he gently landed on the Wind Cloud Platform.
However, Liu Xiaoyun was slightly stunned. He understood what Sima Lingxuan meant. He was advising him not to be dispirited. However, Sima Lingxuan had a proud and aloof character. It would be impossible for him to console others directly. Hence, he was beating around the bush.
The first round of the competition ended amidst everyone's excitement. Of the eight giants, Wang Quan and Li Tianhua were defeated, losing their chance to fight for the first rank.
The two giants' matches did not disappoint the crowd. Xiao Chen fought against Wang Quan and Xuanyuan Zhantian fought against Li Tianhua.
These two people were the new talents of this Five Nation Youth Competition. They suddenly rose to prominence and advanced rapidly. Their achievements rose steadily. The golden dragon circling above their heads grew crazily, not stopping at all.
This was especially so for Xiao Chen. He was even more unfathomable. Since the start of the elimination rounds, he had not been defeated once.
Under the circumstances where many cultivators did not think highly of him, Xiao Chen kept on winning, defeating all his opponents. Just when everyone thought that his winning streak was about to end, he would reveal some of his trump cards and defeat his opponent.
No one knew how many trump cards Xiao Chen had. This youth from the Great Qin Nation wore white robes and held a saber. He defeated all the outstanding talents, Noble Clans disciples, sect disciples, and veteran giants.
He was neither arrogant nor rash, neither servile nor overbearing. He always had a clear and indifferent expression on his face.
"First match: Bai Qi against Yue Chenxi." The ninety-fourth round began. The referee unhurriedly announced the lineups of the two sides.
"This is another battle between giants. I wonder who will push who down."
"On the road to the peak, one has to win everything in order to reach the top. Failure is not tolerated. The competition has been going on for quite some time."
"Bai Qi has the Four Season Saber Technique. I wonder what other trump cards Yue Chenxi will have."
In the spectator seats, everyone discussed animatedly, and they were extremely excited.
In terms of strength, Yue Chenxi was not much weaker than Xiao Chen. On the Wind Cloud Platform, Bai Qi did not have any intention of underestimating Yue Chenxi.
It was like a mountain with steep cliffs and steep cliffs. The path was filled with thorns and thorns, and too many climbers had died on it.
The few people who could see the summit already had no path of retreat. If they fell, they would be left behind by the other climbers.
Three years of hard work, day and night, achieving success in one go. His dream was right in front of him. He had waited too long for this moment.
Bai Qi had too many things to prove. He could not afford to lose. He could not lose. He absolutely could not lose!
"Fight! Eighteen Heaven Breaking Saber Strikes!"
Without needing to say anything, the moment the referee announced the start of the match, the momentum that Bai Qi had been storing up erupted.
His overwhelming fighting spirit turned into a dazzling saber light as he executed the first strike of the Eighteen Heaven Breaking Saber Strikes, hacking at Yue Chenxi.
Yue Chenxi had a grave expression. Caution filled her pretty face. She had no intention of giving up against Bai Qi.
Yue Chenxi took a deep breath and infused her Essence into her right fist. A golden light exploded and shattered the saber Qi, turning it into a rain of light that fell to the ground.
"Second Heaven Breaking Saber Strike!"
Right after the saber light shattered, the second Heaven Breaking Saber Strike with an even more ferocious aura descended.
Third strike … fourth strike … fifth strike …
Bai Qi stood rooted to the ground, not moving at all. He held his saber in his right hand and brandished it continuously. The Eighteen Heaven Breaking Saber Strikes rained down like a torrential storm.
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