On the arena, swords clashed and clashed, completely obscuring the figures of the two. Ye Wushuang's comprehension of the Ice and Snow Sword Intent was now unleashed at full power, and the entire arena was covered with a thick layer of ice. Countless tiny snowflakes began to fall downwards. This time, the simultaneous release of ten thousand swords naturally carried the sword intent of the frost attribute, increasing its power by at least five levels.
Yu Kou, Jing Li, the mysterious demon, Lang Sha, and Mu Feng all narrowed their eyes, calculating whether they could withstand the onslaught of ten thousand swords. Could Ye Wushuang's ten thousand swords attack only once, or could he launch many attacks like Xiu Qiyu had?
If anyone could attack as many times as Xiu Qiyu, who among them could withstand the immense power of a barrage of ten thousand swords unscathed? No wonder Ye Wushuang went straight for Zhan Changtian; it was a display of confidence, and also a sign of her disdain for fighting them!
Those ranked higher seemed to have figured out the truth. If Ye Wushuang knew how powerful he was in their eyes, he would happily tell them they were overthinking it. The true Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed was a trump card, a move that would completely deplete one's true essence and spiritual power. If Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed could be used without restriction, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would have already ascended to heaven, and the Taiyan Divine Emperor wouldn't have a place to interfere. Besides, he wasn't an alchemist, nor did he have the good fortune of Xiu Qiyu, who had so many top-grade pills to eat like candy. Therefore, this Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed was indeed his last remaining strength and his final glory.
Zhan Changtian roared, and an incomparably sharp sword aura slowly emanated from the long sword in his hand. This sword aura was as vast as a mountain and as overwhelming as the sea, making it hard to breathe, yet it was also extremely sharp, like a peerless sword freely releasing its charm.
Ye Xiruo and the other three closed their eyes. A rich wood-attribute true energy was released from Ye Xiruo's palm, relieving the stinging in Hua Rong and Qing Zhiyi's eyes.
Zhan Changtian's blade is simply too domineering; even a low-level person would be injured just by glancing at it.
With such a blade, and such domineering and brutal blade intent, it's no wonder that Zhan Changtian can remain in first place, unshakeable by anyone.
Ye Wushuang's all-out attack, unleashing a barrage of ten thousand swords, did not disappoint. Xiu Qiyu continuously observed and comprehended the icy sword intent released by Ye Wushuang. This sword intent carried a trace of annihilation, like the desolate landscape of winter, with snow covering everything and ice freezing the land, a scene of utter stillness. Yet, beneath this stillness, a vibrant life force surged deep within. Xiu Qiyu's intent of destruction and death, however, represented a state of utter stillness and lifelessness, even more profound and ruthless than mere annihilation.
However, Xiu Qiyu's own understanding of the conception was only in its rudimentary form. She had grasped a bit of the conception of death from Mu Feng, and now she was gaining a bit more of the conception of annihilation from Ye Wushuang. This was already a great achievement. Otherwise, if she had to slowly explore on her own, who knows how long it would have taken.
Moreover, there's also Ye Liusha and Ye Wushuang's "Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed." Although it's not good to openly steal someone's skills, what swordsman can resist the temptation of "Ten Thousand Swords Unleashed"? Everyone wants to truly master such a powerful move that can decide the outcome in an instant.
Ye Wushuang has clearly been immersed in the art of unleashing ten thousand swords for many years, and his annihilation has been perfectly integrated into the art of unleashing ten thousand swords.
Now, Xiu Qiyu only hopes that this battle can last longer, so that he can comprehend Ye Wushuang's annihilation intent and the simultaneous unleashing of ten thousand swords a little longer.
Unfortunately, even a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage like Ye Wushuang, who was unleashing his full power and unleashing a devastating attack, couldn't hold out for long. Zhan Changtian's domineering and unparalleled sword light found an opening and directly pierced through Ye Wushuang's barrage of ten thousand swords.
Will this strike again result in another clean break? Many people held their breath. Fortunately, Ye Wushuang was prepared: "I concede."
Zhan Changtian's domineering and incomparable greatsword landed directly in a ball of golden light. Ye Wushuang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would already be a corpse cleaved in two.
"I lost, and I admit defeat wholeheartedly."
"A multitude of swords unleashed, truly living up to its reputation." Zhan Changtian laughed heartily. He already had a good impression of these battle maniacs from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and this battle had practically forged a revolutionary friendship between them.
"You can visit the Ten Thousand Swords Sect when you have time."
"Definitely, definitely."
The two quickly returned to their seats. Ye Wushuang didn't care; there was nothing for him to do now, and he could recover on his own.
As soon as Zhan Changtian sat down, he ate a few pills to activate their effects and begin to recover his true essence.
Jing Li looked at Zhan Changtian: "How about I challenge you too?"
Zhan Changtian waved his hand: "With a formidable enemy at hand, we cannot afford to fight amongst ourselves."
Yu Kou chuckled, "Brother Zhan's combat prowess is unparalleled. I'd love to experience it for myself again."
At this point, Zhan Changtian was completely speechless. Wolf Sha and the mysterious demon clan also wanted to challenge him. After going around in circles like this, Zhan Changtian's face turned ashen.
"Or, we can have a friendly exchange of ideas."
"I refuse."
As expected, Zhan Changtian was challenged by Lang Sha again, and Zhan Changtian turned his gaze to Jing Li.
Jing Li snorted coldly: "Remember to send me the spirit stones."
Zhan Changtian smiled broadly: "Thank you, Palace Master."
The battle between Lang Sha and Zhan Changtian was earth-shattering. Lang Sha, who had been holding back for a long time, was now displaying his full power, which was astonishing. Lang Sha's huge spiked club slammed into the arena, causing the entire arena to sink into a crater, although it quickly returned to normal.
Wolf's ghostly speed also caused Zhan Changtian a great deal of trouble. In addition, Zhan Changtian had already consumed a lot of true energy, so he and Wolf were evenly matched.
If Zhan Changtian fails, then Lang Sha will become number one. Next, if the Mysterious Demon Clan defeats Lang Sha, all will be well; otherwise, Jing Li and Yu Kou will both have to face Lang Sha.
If they both fail, all the hard-won gains will be ruined.
Therefore, Zhan Changtian can only win this battle; he cannot afford to lose. Zhan Changtian himself is well aware of this.
Therefore, Zhan Changtian unleashed his full power from the very beginning of the battle. Lang Sha also had every reason to fight desperately. Thus, these two perfectly exemplified the essence of fighting with one's life on the line.
"Tsk tsk, both sides suffer losses, while the fisherman benefits."
"Does the prince want to become a fisherman?"
"Why not?" After all, Zhan Changtian was the only one in front of him anyway.
The rewards for the top ten are all very generous, with the first place winner receiving the most. Jing Li suddenly realized that someone probably wouldn't pass up this opportunity, and her expression turned rather unpleasant.
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