At the end of the sixth round, Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong were still undefeated, with six points each.
Li Qingliu and Tang Yan still had five points.
Qin Yi had four points.
Li Shiyun and Long Xuanyi had two points each, and the other three still had zero points.
"I think the first and second place will be between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong."
"That's not necessarily true. Li Qingliu is not weak at all. Chen Zong may not be able to defeat him."
The seventh round had begun. There needed to be an answer as to who was stronger between Chen Zong and Li Qingliu.
Facing Chen Zong, Li Qingliu's expression turned serious. He took a step forward and his body was like a sword piercing through the air, rushing straight at Chen Zong. His body and sword became one as he slashed out. The sword light that was condensed to the extreme was like a straight line cutting through the air, instantly spreading towards Chen Zong and filling his eyes.
Chen Zong raised his hand and waved his sword. He broke Li Qingliu's sword light with one strike.
Then, the second, third, and fourth sword light pierced through the air. One after another, it was endless. It was like silk covering the entire arena.
Chen Zong did not fight back. Instead, he kept moving around and waving his sword to defend against Li Qingliu's Long Sky Sword Technique.
"This time, Chen Zong can't do it."
"It looks like his winning streak is going to be broken."
Chen Zong's reaction made everyone talk about it. It was different from the previous six battles. It was a sign that he was completely suppressed by Li Qingliu.
What they didn't know was that Chen Zong was actually experiencing the mysteries of Li Qingliu's sword technique. Chen Zong was very interested in this kind of extremely condensed technique. He just watched from the side. It was not clear enough. He had to experience it himself.
Li Qingliu showed his full strength. He used all of his Long Sky Sword Technique. Each strike was sharper than the last. The feeling of attacking with all his strength made him feel carefree.
Although Chen Zong had been defending passively, he didn't feel much pressure. He was constantly learning the skills and changes of each sword.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged thousands of moves, but there was still no clear winner. Li Qingliu was still attacking, and every move of his sword was extremely sharp. The white sword light was like hair in all directions, forming a big net between the crisscrossing swords, and Chen Zong was in the center of the big net.
"It's about time," Chen Zong muttered to himself. He swung his sword to shatter the oncoming sword radiance and launched a counterattack.
It was fine if he didn't counterattack, but the moment he did, Li Qingliu's offense was instantly stopped. He felt that no matter how he attacked, his opponent would always point out his flaws. He had no choice but to change his moves, but his flaws were still pointed out.
A huge contrast appeared, and Li Qingliu immediately fell into a passive position.
"It ends here." After muttering to himself, Chen Zong attacked with his sword. The sword radiance seemed to be more condensed than before, and there was no way to dodge it. Li Qingliu could only take it head-on. Under the sound of metal clashing, Li Qingliu felt the sword vibrate, and it almost flew out of his hand. The hand holding the sword was numb, and the numbness quickly spread to his entire arm, and he seemed to have lost all feeling.
His whole body couldn't withstand the terrifying power, and he kept retreating.
"Chen Zong won …"
"The contrast is too big."
Everyone was shocked.
Originally, Chen Zong was at a disadvantage, but in the end, Li Qingliu was defeated.
"One thing is for sure, the first and second place will definitely be between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong."
The seventh round of the competition ended quickly, and both sides had their wins and losses.
The two who maintained their winning streaks were still Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong.
Then, the eighth round of the competition began.
The biggest highlight of the eighth round of the competition was the battle between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong.
"Among all the contestants, you're the only one I can't see through." Ye Jingfeng spoke for the first time. His voice was light like a breeze, and it was as traceless as his sword.
"Please." Chen Zong was also interested in Ye Jingfeng's Traceless Sword. However, Ye Jingfeng's swordsmanship was at the second level of the second stage of the Body-Sword Union, and there was a clear gap between them. Chen Zong wouldn't treat him as a strong opponent.
After all, whether it was the power of True Force, physical strength, or the level of swordsmanship, both sides were about the same. The key to victory was in the realm of swordsmanship.
"Take my sword first." Ye Jingfeng's voice fell, and his sword was already out. However, the blade was nowhere to be seen, and there was no sword radiance or shadow. It seemed to have merged into the air, and there was no trace of it.
Chen Zong's eyes focused, and he swung his sword. He directly slashed the air, but there was a sound of metal clashing, and sparks flew.
"He blocked it!"
"How is that possible?"
The spectators were all shocked, and those who had fought with Ye Jingfeng before were also stunned. Their method of blocking Ye Jingfeng was to wildly swing their swords, and use numbers to block it. It was completely different from Chen Zong, who blocked it with only one strike.
"Is it luck or …" Ye Jingfeng was also secretly surprised, and then his eyes focused. "Let's try again and we'll know."
The second strike was out, and there was still no trace of it.
However, Chen Zong swung his sword again, and blocked Ye Jingfeng's sword again.
The third strike was blocked again.
The fourth strike was blocked again.
Blocking one strike might be luck, blocking two strikes might be luck, but blocking three or four strikes was not something that could be explained by luck. It only meant one thing, and that was that Chen Zong could see Ye Jingfeng's sword marks.
Ye Jingfeng was known as the Traceless Sword because he once had a fortuitous encounter. This fortuitous encounter allowed him to walk a unique path in the cultivation of the Graceful Sword Art, and his sword was traceless.
Others might think that his sword was traceless, but that was not necessarily the case. For example, a Transcendent Realm master could capture the trajectory and traces of Ye Jingfeng's sword, and then intercept it. Even if the Transcendent Realm master's sword skills were not as good as Ye Jingfeng's, the difference in cultivation was too big. It was like the difference between a baby and a strong adult.
As for Chen Zong, he could also capture the trajectory of Ye Jingfeng's sword, and that was because Chen Zong's sword skills were far superior to Ye Jingfeng's.
When Ye Jingfeng swung his sword, his arm disappeared, and the sword in his hand seemed to disappear into the depths of the air, hiding, and attacking from the depths of the air.
But under Chen Zong's careful research and personal experience, he confirmed that this was a special kind of force and sword technique. The combination of the two caused light to refract, making it impossible for others to capture.
After more than a dozen strikes, all of them were accurately blocked by Chen Zong, and Ye Jingfeng could no longer maintain his calm appearance. His eyes widened, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
"Traceless Sword is indeed very powerful. If one's sword skills are not as good as yours or on par with yours, without a special ability, they will not be able to capture the traces of your sword." Chen Zong said neither too fast nor too slow, "Even if one's sword skills are slightly better than yours, they will not necessarily be able to deal with your Traceless Sword."
Ye Jingfeng knew that what Chen Zong said was true, but he did not feel proud at all. He was only shocked, and even more shocked. If he thought deeper, it meant that Chen Zong either had a special ability, or his sword skills were far superior to his own.
If it was the latter, what level would it be?
The third level of the Lingwu Realm?
Ye Jingfeng could not help but think of the person with the highest level of sword skills in the Jinghong Sword Sect, who was also the champion of the last Matchless Sword Competition. He was at the third level of the Lingwu Realm, and Ye Jingfeng had not won a single battle with him.
But he felt that even that person would not be able to block all of his strikes so easily.
Could it be …
Ye Jingfeng did not dare to think further, because it would make him feel that it was ridiculous.
"I will strike again. If you can withstand it, then it will be my loss." Ye Jing Feng opened his mouth and said word by word.
"Please." Chen Zong was also curious as to what kind of strike Ye Jingfeng would use.
Ye Jingfeng took a deep breath. His face was cold and serious, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, it was as if an invisible light was tearing the sky apart.
Ye Jingfeng's True Qi surged, and he channeled it all into the long sword in his hand. The long sword vibrated slightly, and it emitted a dense buzzing sound. As it vibrated, the sword seemed to merge with the air, and it slowly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Witnessing the process of the sword disappearing with their own eyes was undeniably a novel experience for the crowd.
The sword disappeared, followed by the palm, and finally the arm. It continued to spread to Ye Jingfeng's entire body, and his entire person disappeared.
It seemed slow, but in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.
"Traceless Body … Traceless Sword …" A light voice seemed to come from the sky. "Take my … Traceless Silent Sword!"
The moment he finished speaking, Ye Jingfeng, who had disappeared in the air, struck out with his sword. This was a strike that gathered all the strength in his body, and it was the strongest strike.
In the eyes of many people, they could not see anything, but they could only hear the sharp whistling of the sword. It was like a demon's voice, and it continuously attacked their spiritual will, causing them to feel dizzy and as if their heads were about to explode.
However, Chen Zong's expression did not change. His eyes were fixed on a spot in front of him.
From the moment Ye Jingfeng's sword and figure disappeared, Chen Zong had been able to catch traces of him. It was not a true disappearance, but a special technique that allowed him to blend into the air. Chen Zong himself could feel it. Because of the floating dust particles, Chen Zong's every move was clearly under his perception.
In an instant, Ye Jingfeng was in front of him with his sword. This sword would eventually pierce the edge of his left shoulder blade, and Chen Zong knew it very well.
He drew his sword and attacked the air in front of him.
A sword in all directions, looking down on the world.
Unsurprisingly, Ye Jingfeng's sword was hit and blocked. Ye Jingfeng's body also appeared.
His face was full of shock, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Ye Jing Feng had never thought that his final trump card would be blocked so easily.
Unbelievable.
Even the person with the highest level of swordsmanship in the Jinghong Sword Sect would not be able to block his sword.
"You won." Ye Jingfeng regained his senses, exhaled, and said.
Chen Zong only smiled and did not say anything else. It was normal for him to win.
If he had fought with all his strength, he might not have been able to defeat Ye Jingfeng. After all, Ye Jingfeng was older than him, and he was an important core disciple of the Jinghong Sword Sect. His combat power might be very high.
However, in this situation where one's strength was limited and they could only use their swordsmanship to determine who was better, the second level of the Zhao Xuan Realm was not something that Ye Jingfeng could compare to.
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