Chen Zong secretly said, "A sword art that condenses killing intent. The stronger the killing intent, the stronger the sword art."
Duan Long's sword art was indeed very strong, and it shouldn't be the Blue Cloud Sect's sword art. He must have had a fortuitous encounter. Duan Long indeed had a fortuitous encounter that allowed him to obtain a sword art and a cultivation method.
In the 92nd battle, Green Radiance Sword Liu Zhenji went up. He was not young, only 18 years old. Like Miao Junfeng, he was also at the peak of the 6th layer of the Foundation Realm. His sword art was superb, and he was even more famous than Miao Junfeng.
Only those who had reached a certain level of fame would be given a title. Miao Junfeng didn't have one because he wasn't famous enough.
Those who were famous were often more outstanding.
Green Radiance Sword Liu Zhenji's opponent was also not weak. He was also at the peak of the 6th layer of the Foundation Realm.
"I'll only use one strike," Liu Zhenji said calmly. Liu Zhenji said calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword hanging from his waist suddenly came out of its scabbard. It turned into a green sword light that pierced through the sky like a shooting star. In an instant, the sword light disappeared, and the sword returned to its scabbard.
From the moment the sword was drawn to the moment it returned to its scabbard, it was done in less than a breath of time.
Just as Liu Zhenji's opponent was about to attack, he felt a slight pain between his eyebrows. He couldn't help but reach out to touch it. A red dot appeared before his eyes, and his expression changed greatly.
"I've lost."
"Another strike."
The 101st battle.
Flying Flower Sword Ye Xiwen was one of the two. She was at the late stage of the 6th layer of the Foundation Realm. The other person didn't have a title, but he wasn't weak either.
"Junior Sister Ye, please."
"Take this!" Ye Xiwen shouted in a tender voice. Her soft waist swayed like a flower in the wind. Nothing could be more beautiful than this.
The long sword at her waist came out of its scabbard. In an instant, the sword light was like a blooming flower. It was beautiful, and one could vaguely smell the fragrance of flowers.
Ye Xiwen's opponent revealed a trace of intoxication. He felt as if he was in a sea of flowers and smelled the fragrance of flowers. His mind relaxed for a moment.
However, he immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly adjusted, but he was too late.
A sword flower bloomed in front of his eyes. It was exceptionally beautiful. Then, a cold light shot out like the stamen of a flower and stopped in between his eyebrows. The cold touch made his scalp go numb.
"Senior Brother, thank you for letting me win." Ye Xiwen said with a smile. Then, she put her sword back into its scabbard.
"I didn't go easy on you. It's Junior Sister who's amazing." The other party couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Thinking about how he was at the late stage of the sixth layer of the Foundation Realm and his powerful fist art, he was defeated before he could even use it. Although he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.
In a battle between experts, what they fought for was a split second. In that split second, he had been absent-minded because of his opponent's gentle and swaying figure and magnificent swordsmanship. Even though he had immediately regained his senses, he had already lost the initiative.
Of course, if he were to fight again, he wouldn't be so easily affected if he was on guard. However, whether he could defeat his opponent in the end was still unknown.
"Another sword."
All the spectators exclaimed in surprise.
It was not easy to defeat an opponent of the same cultivation level with a single sword strike. It was a brilliant application of one's own strength, as well as the combination of one's high martial arts realm and outstanding combat ability.
The battles continued one after another.
In the 118th battle, Chen Zong stepped onto the stage.
"Chen Qingzong." Cao Tianxiong stared at Chen Zong with hatred in his eyes. "Don't lose in the first battle."
Cao Tianxiong had already defeated his opponent and successfully entered the second round. He hoped to defeat Chen Zong with his own hands. It has to be said that in the past month, he had put in a lot of effort and his strength had increased a lot.
Seeing Chen Zong step onto the stage, the saber and sword maniac Zhang Tiekuang couldn't help but straighten his back. This change was not obvious, but it was still noticed by the people around him.
Yin Wind Blade Yin Chong's eyes narrowed and a flash of coldness appeared in his eyes.
He recognized this person as the person who had avoided him on the Azure Cloud Stairs more than a month ago.
"I hope you can enter the finals." Yin Chong smiled and said in a low voice.
"Chen Qingzong, I heard that you easily defeated Cao Tianxiong a month ago." Tan Li smiled and said, "But I'm not trash like Cao Tianxiong. Either admit defeat or be injured by me. What will you choose?"
Tan Li's words provoked Cao Tianxiong. Cao Tianxiong's expression sank and he clenched his fists. However, he knew that even though his strength had improved, he was still not Tan Li's match.
Tan Li's cultivation was at the late stage of the sixth layer of the Foundation Realm. Although he had an ordinary body, he was born with godly strength and cultivated a heavy fist. Once he attacked, it was earth-shattering. He had the title of breaking mountains with one punch.
A rogue cultivator said, "I recognize him. Tan Li's Mountain Breaking Fist is ferocious. I once saw him shatter a giant boulder with one punch."
Another rogue cultivator said, "Oh, then his opponent is in trouble. Even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured."
River Splitting Sword, Jiang Baichuan, stared at Chen Zong. His superior sword intuition told him that this person was not simple, but he couldn't tell what was so special about him.
"Could it be an illusion?" Jiang Baichuan secretly said, because no matter how he looked at it, he could not see anything extraordinary about Chen Zong.
Hearing the rogue cultivators' discussion, Family Mo, Feng Pingsheng, and the leader of the Black Tiger Gang all smiled.
Family Mo and the leader of the Black Tiger Gang sneered, while Feng Pingsheng sneered.
They were very clear about Chen Qingzong's strength. Even a ninth layer Foundation Realm cultivator had been killed by him with one sword strike. No matter how powerful Tan Li was, could he compare to a ninth layer Foundation Realm cultivator?
No, even a rogue cultivator at the eighth layer of the Foundation Realm could kill Tan Li.
"Idiot." Zhang Tie grinned.
A month ago, his sword strike had failed to hit Chen Zong. Although he didn't know how strong Chen Zong was, he could infer that Chen Zong was not weak.
Tan Li might not be his match, but he dared to speak such arrogant words. If he wasn't an idiot, then what was?
"Make your move." Chen Zong calmly said, "You only have one chance."
"Oh, you mean you want to defeat me with one sword strike?" Tan Li was startled and then laughed, "Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. I didn't think your mouth would be sharper than a sword."
Many people around also laughed. They were mocking Chen Zong for overestimating himself.
"Take my punch." Tan Li's laughter stopped and he roared. His voice was like thunder as he took a step forward. His footsteps were heavy, like the shaking of a mountain. The entire stage seemed to tremble. Tan Li clenched his fist and his incomparably powerful right fist shattered the air in front of him. His fist was covered with a layer of earthy yellow Qi, violent and heavy.
Boom!
An astonishing momentum surged. The air under his fist was compressed, forming a solid wall of Qi that blasted towards Chen Zong. The pressure was astonishing, and the wind whistled.
What was even more powerful was that the punch was like an angry earth dragon.
"So strong!"
"Innate divine strength coupled with the Qi of a late sixth level Foundation Realm cultivator. The Heavy Mountain Fist's power is indeed terrifying. Even an early seventh level Foundation Realm cultivator might not be able to withstand it."
A group of rogue cultivators exclaimed.
The more they watched, the more they felt that the Blue Cloud Sect was terrifying.
If an outer sect disciple could display such strength, then what about an inner sect disciple?
It had to be known that becoming an inner sect disciple was not an easy task. Without enough talent and strength, it was impossible.
In other words, every inner sect disciple could be considered a first-rate genius in the outside world.
"Let me see how strong you are." Zhang Tiekuang said to himself. Although he called Tan Li an idiot, his reputation was not undeserved.
Ge Kong took a deep breath and said, "Brother Zong, you can do it."
As the Heavy Mountain Fist arrived, one could vaguely see the shadow of a mountain. It had reached the Transcendent Realm.
There weren't many outer sect disciples who could reach the Transcendent Realm, so it was even more eye-catching.
The moment Tan Li's punch arrived, Chen Zong attacked with his sword.
The White Hongjian pierced through the air with a flash of sword light. It was not a sword technique, but a simple stab. However, it pierced through the flaw in Tan Li's Heavy Mountain Fist, causing the ferocious punch to instantly lose its strength as if it was a snake that had been hit at its weakest point.
The flash of sword light pierced through the fist energy and gently tapped on Tan Li's forehead, leaving behind a dark red spot.
The sword returned to its sheath, and a soft sound reverberated in the surroundings.
Tan Li's complexion kept changing and turning ashen.
Defeated. He had actually been defeated. Moreover, he was defeated by a single strike from his opponent.
Unbelievable, unbelievable, and unacceptable.
At this moment, Tan Li's heart was indescribably complicated.
"Another strike!"
"Amazing."
"I can't see through it. I can't see through it at all."
A group of rogue cultivators exclaimed.
Jiang Baichuan's pupils contracted because he could not see through that strike either.
"Good lad." A glint flashed across the inner sect elder's eyes.
As an inner sect elder, there was no doubt about his cultivation level and strength. His eyesight was outstanding, so naturally, he could see through the mystery of Chen Zong's strike.
It was a very ordinary strike. It was merely a stab. There did not seem to be any mystery in it, but that was the greatest mystery.
A flaw attack!
Using the flaw in the opponent's strike to achieve the greatest effect with the least energy consumption and defeat the opponent.
"Brother, good job." Ge Kong was very happy, even happier than when he advanced.
Cao Tianxiong's pupils contracted rapidly, and his entire body was trembling out of fear.
Chen Qingzong's strength was so terrifying that he defeated Tan Li with a single strike. Tan Li's strength was obviously much stronger than his.
"Good." Zhang Tiekuang's eyes shone brightly, and he could not help but shout. His gaze was so sharp that it was as if he was going to pierce through Chen Zong.
"Interesting." Yin Chong was slightly startled, and then he smiled sinisterly.
Chen Zong's strike had left a deep impression on everyone.
The next round of the grand competition did not stop because of this. It continued.
In the first round of the preliminaries, there were two hundred and fifty-six people. One hundred and twenty-eight battles finally ended. One hundred and twenty-eight people were eliminated, and one hundred and twenty-eight people advanced to the second round of the preliminaries.
Without any rest, the second round of the preliminaries began immediately after the first round ended.
Those who could advance to the second round were not weak. Compared to the first round, the second round was more interesting.
"Good."
"This is amazing."
"The timing of this move is perfect."
Duels after duels were fought, causing the spectators to slap the table in praise.
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