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When Xiao Feng walked up the arena, the Scholar San Shi seemed to have noticed Xiao Feng's difference. He growled, "If this friend wants to snatch the divine sword, I will defeat Pathless before coming up."

Xiao Feng walked to the middle of the arena step by step but did not respond to the words of the scholar. He coldly looked at Wu Dao and said, "You should not have come up."

However, Pathless said, "I have to go up. Our battle will be held later. "

Xiao Feng shook his head. "What I want to defeat is the true Number One Under Heaven."

Pathless smiled and said, "Then let's go together."

The scholar's hands were no longer trembling. These two young men did not put him in their eyes at all. There were actually two young men in this world who did not know what was going on.

The Scholar San Shi was infuriated. The Scholar San Shi had already made his move. The scholar was never someone who relied on words to talk. Only with strength could he shut the mouth of someone who did not know his limits.

The folding fan in his hand turned into a streak of light as it shot towards Pathless. He sternly said to Xiao Feng, "Kill Pathless, then come kill a little bastard like you."

Faced with this stream of light, Pathless thought about how to retreat.

A flash of a blade.

No matter how vicious the sunlight was, it could not cover up the glint of the saber.

When the light from the blade reappeared, everyone was stunned for a moment.

The blade came from the sky. What could they do to win over the edge!

The light from the folding fan suddenly stopped.

The Three Forsaken Scholar's face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Xiao Feng.

Pathless focused all of his attention on his right hand, the pitch-black blade, and the hand that was connected to his right hand.

Everyone in the world was shocked and fell into complete silence.

The might of a single slash was enough to cause this.

The man's right hand was already at his waist as he thought to himself, "What an uncontrollable monster."

Jue Wuqing also walked up to the arena. With a wry smile, he said to Wu Dao, "How confident are you in that blade attack?"

Pathless still didn't look away, he only said, "Less than one level."

Absolutely emotionless, he said, "I finally know what it means to have someone above me and someone beyond me. How can there be a limit to how strong one can be? "

Confining Dragon had already walked from the teacher's chair to the center of the arena. His voice seemed to be slightly trembling as he asked, "You are Xiao Feng?"

This slash had completely changed the entire process of the sword.

Jian Fei who was at the side saw this move. "City lord, Jian Fei was defeated by this strike. Even with the cinnabar eyes, the result is the same. Defeat!"

Jian Zhuo seemed to have just recovered from his shock: "Lose? It's a great fortune to not die. "

There were many people standing on the stage, but all of them were top experts of the martial arts world. Standing below the stage, Xi Feng also walked onto the stage. A hint of fighting spirit seemed to ignite in his eyes.

A group of people stood on the stage, and without a single word, the entire scene became terrifyingly quiet.

Xiao Feng spoke as he looked at Pathless. After a long while, he slowly said word by word, "Pathless is mine."

The black-robed man also approached and said, "Xiao Feng, why didn't you do as you said?"

Xiao Feng raised his head to look at the black robed man and said, "Before the entire world, you must give me your freedom."

The black robed man shouted, "Impudent! The rest are in chaos! If he finds out, you definitely won't be able to get your freedom."

However, Xiao Feng said, "This is the only chance I'll fight for."

Pathless looked at Xiao Feng and then emotionlessly at Xiao Feng. The trapped dragon was also looking at Xiao Feng. Almost everyone present was looking at Xiao Feng. He was a monster.

Pathless raised the sword at his waist. He looked at Xiao Feng and said, "A war between the two of us."

Xiao Feng replied, "It's a war between the two of us."

However, Pathless continued, "I'm afraid that things won't be that simple right now. You don't want me to die at the hands of others, but you don't know how many people will be willing to put you to death once you appear."

Xiao Feng said, "I don't care. What I care about is that I want to kill a true Number One Under Heaven."

Pathless said, "You're a unique person."

Xiao Feng did not reply.

The grip on the knife in his right hand tightened, and his pale nails almost dug into his flesh.

Pathless's hand was also on the sword hilt. The person in front of him was probably the fastest person he had ever seen to strike. He also wanted to unleash his sword at the fastest speed possible.

Jue Wuqing spoke slowly, "Killing intent!"

Killing intent!

Xiao Feng's killing intent, along with Pathless's killing intent, was also increasing. It continued to climb.

Only killing intent could urge him to use his strongest move.

The sudden turn of events almost made everyone forget about the existence of the Three Forsaken Scholar. His defeat just now had completely infuriated him, but now he had almost been overlooked by the crowd. This feeling almost made the Three Forsaken Scholar go crazy.

A long sword, and a faint glow of cold light was emitted by the Three Discarded Scholar's sword.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed!

At that moment, the Sword Zhuo made its move, and the trapped dragon made its move.

The sword light exploded, and the sword rain that had stopped using swords for so many years similarly attacked.

The man in black flashed, and Jian Liang's figure flashed to the side of the altar. His right hand was already pressed on the crimson sword, the crimson sword, and his crimson eyes. His battle intent continued to rise.

Pathless, the man that Luan'er loves deeply is my, Jian Liang's, mortal enemy!

The black robed man's hand had already reached his waist. No one knew what weapon he used.

This time, the situation was not under his control. All the masters had thrown away everything, and his strange curved weapon had appeared once again. If he didn't move now, then he would be crushed alive by the strong killing intent and aura.

Only by making a move would there be a chance for survival.

This time, too many experts have gathered here." Everyone on the stage was a top expert in the martial arts world. Each of them were extremely tyrannical and had a world shocking strength. This was no longer just a sword opening battle, it was a great battle that happened only once in a hundred years.

Some chose to protect themselves, some chose to kill for revenge, some chose to fight for freedom, some chose to fight for justice, and some chose to attack at the same time.

Just kill him! Come and calm the chaos!

Confining Dragon, Sword Rain, Three Evils Scholar, and Jian Zhuo, the four experts led by Confining Dragon, attacked Xiao Feng at almost the same time.

The Dragon-Strangling Dragon was not a sword, nor was it a blade. It was a pair of falcons that seemed to be able to destroy everything. The claw tore through the heavens, forcefully attacking Xiao Feng's mingmen.

Sword Rain, Three Evils Scholar, and Sword Zhuo's three sword lights lit up. The three sword lights shot towards the sky like streaks of light.

At almost the same time, Jian Fei chose to attack Xiao Feng. The sword wanted to avenge the battle in the forest that day. Although Jian Fei still had wounds on his body, at this moment, he could not care less. His eyes turned red in an instant, far surpassing what he had seen that day — opening the cinnabar eye.

In that moment when Jian Liang held down the blood sword, the sword beam instantly expanded to over a hundred feet, slashing towards Pathless. That sword, the Heaven Smiting Sword, was like a sword killing an earth dragon, but this time it used the godly sword that had already drank blood.

Pathless! Jian Liang and Pathless were irreconcilable.

The black robed man also attacked, similarly attacking Pathless. This so-called number one expert in the world.

The situation was out of control.

Confining Dragon, Sword Rain, Jian Zhuo, Jian Fei, and the three Evil Scholars attacked Xiao Feng.

The black-robed man struck out with his sword towards Pathless.

It was merciless and aimed straight at Jian Liang.

Suddenly, another figure appeared. The battle intent in the eyes of the person separated all of them. The bronze hammer of the West Peak struck at Xiao Feng as if it was piercing through the heavens.

Chaos, utter chaos!

But there are only two things that are not moving.

Xiao Feng's saber!

Pathless's sword … one of the divine swords, the Flowing Cloud Sword!

Pathless had been studying Sword Truth for the past few days.

Dao of the Sword's first level seemed to have reached a bottleneck, but at this moment, Pathless seemed to have comprehended something. Underneath the heaven-shattering true energy, the sky was filled with astral winds and sword beams.

"The power of the sword does not lie in the sword moves, but in the sword force!"

"I understand!" A voice boomed in Pathless's mind.

"Break!" Pathless roared loudly. The Flowing Cloud Sword was like a flood dragon that had been suppressing Xiao Feng for a thousand years. It carried a strong killing intent and simply pointed at Xiao Feng.

In that instant, Pathless finally broke through his bottleneck and unleashed his strongest attack.

The combination of killing intent and sword energy was so perfect that Pathless finally reached the second level recorded in the Sword Truth.

It was no longer bound by sword moves.

The Sky Breaking Sword Thrust emerged amidst the countless sword shadows!

Nothing could not be broken!

Xiao Feng kept his saber by his waist and never cared about anything else. Since he had decided to kill Pathless, there was only one person left in this world. No one else entered Xiao Feng's eyes.

No one knew what this blade was called nor did anyone know what it was made of. However, it was definitely not a blade that could be underestimated, not just the blade itself, but the person holding the blade.

The look in Xiao Feng's eyes had changed. There was no longer any trace of humanity in them.

It was a beastly, wolfish nature, as if it was suppressing the boiling in its blood.

A feeling of gushing out.

Bladelight appeared once again.

A sword light and a blade light.

Countless rays of sword light.

There was also that copper hammer that tore through the air.

And there was also that unstoppable steel claw, which was known as the number one trapping dragon in the martial arts world, that peerless attack.

So many experts had gone all out with this attack.

The rolling waves of air instantly overturned the entire ring?

Wailing, shouting!

Almost at the same time, everyone watching the battle was annihilated. Almost no one could withstand the immense and seemingly endless amount of force.

The crowd had already dispersed. Those who should have fled, those who should have fallen …

Two figures were standing below the arena.

One tall and one short, a man and a woman!

A tear flowed down the pure white, flawless face. At that moment, it was as though time had stopped.

A teardrop fell down, and Yang Ke was able to catch up. In his heart, he called out: "Xiao Feng gege!"

The drunk was right there.

He charged into the battle like a madman.

Bai Qinglong slashed out six sword moves, his entire body slicing through the air like a shooting star.

Luan'er stood at the side. A mysterious power surged out from somewhere as the sword Luan rushed towards the altar. She grabbed the "Birth" that was still embedded in the altar and stabbed it with all of her strength towards the "Birth" part of the altar. To save the brother in her heart. However, how useful could such a minuscule amount of power be?

The drunkard leaped into the middle of the battle and shouted, "Star Shift!"

The immense power seemed to control everything.

In an instant, the gathering point of the countless forces in the ring was like a black hole, and a massive amount of power started rotating along this point. The spinning speed became faster and faster, forming a cone that pierced through space and broke through everything.

The light of Xiao Feng's saber could not be seen. No one could break through his saber. It was a saber that did not come from the mortal world. Knives from hell.

However, as soon as the saber light appeared again, it passed through the saber light.

Xiao Feng saw a delicate face and a tear drop.

A drop of tears.

A tear that took everything with it.

Nothing could be stopped anymore.

It was too late.

This kind of battle could not be stopped. There was no power to stop it.

The sword ray dissipated, and the world returned to its previous tranquility. It was as if nothing had happened.