Chi Xiao was defeated and withdrew from the Road to the Invincible Realm.
Yi Qianqiu won. For the next ten days, no one could challenge him unless he took the initiative to challenge others. This was the rule.
After the battle ended, everyone returned to their own places.
Chen Zong sat cross-legged in Tai Yuan Pavilion with his eyes closed. However, the battle between Yi Qianqiu and Chi Xiao kept replaying in his mind.
No matter if it was Chi Xiao's overbearing, formidable, and exquisite halberd technique or Yi Qianqiu's boundlessly sharp and agile sword technique, both of them had their own unique aspects and were extremely exquisite. They were worthy for Chen Zong to learn and absorb their advantages to fuse into his own.
Only by absorbing the mysteries of martial arts in the world and integrating one's own essence could one become invincible.
Chen Zong was especially interested in Yi Qianqiu's sword art. The technique of using force in it interested him even more.
He studied it for two days. Although he had gained something, it was only superficial knowledge.
"I still need to fight with Yi Qianqiu to truly understand it," Chen Zong thought to himself.
"Chen Zong of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect, come and fight with me." The voice was as mighty as the sound of heaven. The sound waves swept across the world.
"Someone is challenging me again."
"Who's challenging Chen Zong of the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect?"
"Only Yang Jiutian of the Sun Heaven Sect calls himself a king."
"The Sun Heaven Sect's Hongtian Great Sun Technique is unparalleled. I wonder if Chen Zong can resist it."
"I heard that the Tai Yuan Heaven Sect's Tai Yuan Tai Saint Technique is also extraordinary."
"The Tai Yuan Tai Saint Technique is indeed powerful. However, I heard that Chen Zong came from the Cangyu Mountain, not the Zhen Yuan Mountain. He didn't cultivate the Tai Yuan Tai Saint Technique."
Chen Zong stood up and took a step forward. He landed on the surface of the lake and walked on the water.
In the lake, a figure in red stood with his head held high, as if he was the center of the world.
Facing Yang Jiutian, who was a hundred meters away, Yang Jiutian saw Chen Zong clearly, and Chen Zong also saw Yang Jiutian clearly.
He was dressed in a battle suit, and his upper body was covered in golden-red armor plates. His trousers were as wide as lanterns, and a one-meter-long golden-red cloak fluttered in the wind. There was a vivid image of a golden flame soaring into the sky on the cloak, and it seemed to be emitting a shocking heat.
Yang Jiutian's hands hung naturally by his sides, each of them wearing a golden-red metal glove. The glove seemed to be forged from layers of snake scales, and it was astonishingly streamlined and contained a sense of explosive power.
Yang Jiutian's long red hair fluttered in the wind, complementing the short cloak on his back. It was as if a ball of fire was jumping and burning. His eyes were not completely black, but filled with a layer of red light. It was a red light that belonged to the sun.
Just by looking at it, one could feel a trace of heat spreading out, and one's body temperature seemed to be affected by it and kept rising.
What a great Yang Jiutian!
"Since you've come out, you must want to fight with me." Yang Jiutian spoke again. His voice was majestic and domineering, as if he was an emperor of the mortal world who could decide life and death with a single word. "I have never shown mercy to anyone who fights with me. If you're afraid, you can admit defeat now."
After Chen Zong came here, he had more or less done some research on the other people who carried the fate of the Sect. It was said that Yang Jiutian of the Great Sun Sect was not a native of the Blue Waves Continent, but came from an island. On that island, he was the Crown Prince of a dynasty.
In order to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, he decisively gave up the position of Crown Prince. However, the royal bloodline of the dynasty and the years of being the Crown Prince had cultivated an extraordinary temperament. In addition, after integrating the essence of the dynasty's martial arts into the Great Sun Art of the Great Sun Sect, his every move was like a noble of the mortal world.
"I'll fight you." Chen Zong smiled and unsheathed the Anatta Edge Sword. The sword light pierced through a hundred meters and landed on Yang Jiutian's body. Yang Jiutian's pupils shrank slightly, and his ten fingers trembled slightly, causing sparks to fly between his fingers.
"I'll grant you a battle." Yang Jiutian roared and shook his arms. As he opened his ten fingers, a faint red light flashed. The cape behind him fluttered in the wind like the rising sun. An extremely powerful aura spread out in all directions, and behind him, there seemed to be a red sun's shadow condensing.
The surface of the lake below gradually collapsed, and the red light illuminated it. It was as if there was a fire burning at the bottom of the lake.
Layers of ripples spread out, and wisps of water vapor evaporated, turning into white mist that rose in spirals.
Yang Jiutian grabbed the air with his left hand, and countless red lights appeared from the void. In an instant, they condensed into a fist-sized ball of red light in his hand, as if he was holding the sun. With a wave of his hand, the fist-sized ball of red light shot towards Chen Zong.
It was not big, but it had a powerful aura that could shake the heavens and the earth. Rumbling sounds echoed in all directions, and it emitted a shocking heat as it shot towards Chen Zong.
Chen Zong did not dodge. He only flicked his sword slightly, and the tip of the sword slashed upwards, turning into a palm-sized crescent moon. It cut through the air with unparalleled sharpness, and went straight for the fist-sized ball of red light.
With a boom, the fist-sized ball of red light exploded in an instant. The terrifying power spread out in all directions, and fiery red dots shot towards Chen Zong like locusts. They covered Chen Zong from head to toe, and the terrifying power seemed to want to turn Chen Zong into a sieve.
The sword light flashed, and all the sparks were destroyed. Then, countless tiny sword lights condensed into one and shot towards Yang Jiutian.
A proud smile appeared on Yang Jiutian's face. He grabbed the air with his right hand, and directly caught the powerful sword light. His five fingers exerted force, and there seemed to be a cracking sound that made one's scalp tingle. The crimson sword light was shattered.
Chen Zong's figure flashed to Yang Jiutian's side. The sword light seemed to have shot from the distant horizon, and it slashed horizontally, as if it was going to cut the heavens and the earth.
The crimson sword light was as fine as hair, without a beginning or end.
Yang Jiutian narrowed his eyes, and the red in his eyes became more and more obvious. His cloak fluttered, and his right hand slashed down like a knife, as if it was a real knife that could split the sky. A straight crimson sword light shot down and collided directly with the sword light.
Vaguely, there seemed to be the sound of metal clashing.
In an instant, Yang Jiutian's palm blade changed dozens of times, and each time, it carried a powerful impact, as if it could break a mountain, and slashed towards Chen Zong.
With a sword in hand, Chen Zong displayed the exquisiteness of the sword. No matter how Yang Jiutian's palm blade changed, it could not break through the defense of the sword. While blocking, Chen Zong occasionally counterattacked with his sword, which forced Yang Jiutian to turn his palm back and change his moves to defend.
In terms of the subtlety of martial arts, Chen Zong was better than Yang Jiutian.
However, in a battle between warriors, the subtlety of martial arts was not everything, and it was not the only factor that determined a warrior's strength.
Yang Jiutian also saw that in terms of the subtlety of martial arts, he was indeed inferior to his opponent, but he did not care, because what he was good at was never the subtlety of martial arts.
What he was best at was strength.
Using strength to suppress others!
Using strength to break techniques!
No matter how subtle the changes were, everything was useless in the face of absolute power.
As for the exquisiteness of the moves, it was just a kind of adjustment in the pursuit of tyrannical power, or it could be said that it was a kind of pursuit to perfect his own means, nothing more.
If there was something, it would be icing on the cake.
If there was nothing, it would not have much of an impact.
All the changes disappeared, or returned to one. The edge of the palm blade flashed with a red light, as if a scorching sun was contained in it. It released an amazing heat and power, and slashed towards Chen Zong fiercely.
There were no subtle changes in this slash. It was just an imposing and domineering aura that crushed the opponent.
Fair and square, no matter how many changes you make, I will cut you down with one move.
Chen Zong's face was slightly solemn. This palm blade slashed down, obviously carrying the fluctuation of the Saber Momentum True Meaning.
Similar to the Sword Momentum True Meaning, the Saber Momentum True Meaning was also divided into five Minor True Meanings. One of them was the Saber Momentum True Meaning, which had the same effect as the Sword Momentum True Meaning.
Chen Zong raised his sword, as if tearing the sky. It seemed to be aimed at the saber light, but in an instant, it passed by the saber light and moved along Yang Jiutian's arm at a faster speed. The sword turned into a stab and went straight to Yang Jiutian's face.
You use strength to break techniques, and I use speed to break techniques.
Yang Jiutian frowned slightly. The palm blade in his right hand did not change, and still slashed towards Chen Zong with an overbearing momentum, as if it could split a mountain in an instant. His left hand clawed at the incoming sword without fear. The glove on his hand was an amazing third-level pseudo-spiritual weapon, the best kind. Except for the fact that it did not have the power of a real spiritual weapon, its hardness was no less than that of a spiritual weapon. Even a low-grade spiritual weapon would not be able to destroy it.
Unexpectedly, Chen Zong's sword was a feint. What was caught was only a shadow of the sword. The sword avoided Yang Jiutian's left hand and went straight for Yang Jiutian's heart.
Yang Jiutian snorted angrily. His left hand moved along with the sword, bringing up layers of shadows in all directions, blocking all the changes of Chen Zong's sword.
In front of him was his home ground. How could he allow others to be so presumptuous?
Although Yang Jiutian was best at strength and momentum, he was also good at techniques. Although he was not as good as Chen Zong, the front of his chest was his territory. His hand moved faster and more nimbly, faintly blocking Chen Zong's sword.
The sword was like a swimming dragon, but the hand was like a dragon's hand. The two were fighting, but Yang Jiutian's right palm blade was still slashing towards Chen Zong without any pause.
Another dazzling light shone. The Huanzhen Sharp Sword was unsheathed. It pierced through the sky with shocking sharpness, stabbing towards Yang Jiutian's right palm blade.
Yang Jiutian's expression changed slightly. He felt a terrifying sharpness from the sword, as if it could pierce through his palm.
He secretly exerted his strength. His violent power surged into his palm. The heat became more intense, and the light became more obvious. The light circled around the edge of his palm, becoming extremely tough.
In an instant, the Huanzhen Sharp Sword pierced the palm blade. The terrifying sharpness tore through the red light outside the palm blade and stabbed into the palm. The moment it touched the glove, the terrifying power penetrated the glove and stabbed into Yang Jiutian's palm.
At the same time, the sword that was going for Yang Jiutian's heart was also blocked. Yang Jiutian grabbed with his left hand, causing the sword to pause for a moment. Then, he flicked his finger again.
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