We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 201 was my final gift to him.

Thousands of plains.

Xiao Mo stepped into the small magic array.

Xiao Mo's first opponent was a cultivator from Thunder Flame Peak named Lei Ben, who also specialized in swordsmanship.

Lei Ben and Xiao Mo are both at the Nascent Soul stage.

After all, the selection of the Holy Son requires at least the Golden Core stage, and the highest level is no more than the Jade Unearth stage.

In other words.

There really are cultivators who reach the upper three realms. The candidates for Holy Sons throughout the ages are basically all at the Jade Purity Realm, and there are very few at the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, in Xiao Mo's view, it didn't matter what realm the other party was at.

Before the fight, Xiao Mo and Lei Ben signed and sealed their documents in the presence of the Wan Dao Sect's stewards.

The martial arts competitions at the Myriad Paths Sect don't have many rules, nor do they provide any protective magic items to save your life.

Unless you surrender voluntarily halfway through, you are responsible for your own life and death, and there is nothing to say if you die.

"So you're Xiao Mo?" Lei Ben gripped his broadsword and looked at Xiao Mo indifferently. "I've been away from the Wan Dao Sect's branch for years. I just returned this time and heard that a genius has emerged who killed a Golden Core cultivator while only at the Cave Mansion Realm. Pretty impressive."

"Yes," Xiao Mo replied calmly.

Lei Ben frowned as he looked at the Tang Dynasty horizontal sword in Xiao Mo's hand, and continued, "Your Yexue Peak uses this kind of Tang Dynasty horizontal sword that came from the Central Plains. The blade is so long and slender, it's like a little girl's. It's effeminate and an eyesore. Look at my broadsword, this is what a man should use!"

Xiao Mo wasn't angry; he just looked at him calmly and said, "You've talked too much. If you're done, then draw your sword."

"Hahaha, kid, you're pretty arrogant. I like it, senior brother. Take this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Ben drew a large sword that was nearly ten feet long, leaped up, and slashed down at Xiao Mo's head.

The enormous longsword crackled with violent lightning, as if a single strike could cleave Xiao Mo in two from top to bottom.

At the same time, many cultivators who looked at Xiao Mo had different thoughts.

Some of the female cultivators were worried about Xiao Mo.

Some male cultivators felt that Xiao Mo deserved to die, and that it would be best if he were dead.

However, Yu Yunwei on the other side remained very calm.

This cultivator named "Lei Ben" does indeed appear to be quite powerful.

Unfortunately, he encountered his senior brother.

In Yu Yunwei's mind, there was no one in this world who could defeat her senior brother within the two major realms.

Just as the blade was about to strike Xiao Mo's head, Xiao Mo drew his longsword.

In the next instant, a blood-red aura of malevolence filled the entire magic array.

Cold sweat beaded on Lei Ben's forehead; the intense aura of bloodlust made even his soul feel terrified!

"sulfuric acid!"

Xiao Mo's long sword slashed across the ground and slammed heavily into the opponent's body.

The crimson aura clashed with the blue lightning.

The spiritual energy rippled outwards in concentric circles, like ripples on a lake!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise.

Xiao Mo had already put away the Soul-Gathering Blade, while Lei Ben crashed heavily to the ground, the giant sword in his hand broken in two.

As Lei Ben struggled to get up.

Xiao Mo didn't even glance at him, turning and walking out of the magic circle: "If you stand up again, I will take your life with the next strike."

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Hearing Xiao Mo's words, Lei Ben stood there stunned, only able to watch his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"Senior brother, you've worked hard."

Yu Yunwei happily stepped forward and handed over a gourd, but instead of wine, it contained tea.

"It's alright." Xiao Mo tilted his head back and took a sip. "Let's go, next round."

"Yes, Senior Brother." Yu Yunwei followed Xiao Mo, her eyes filled with pride. Only after Xiao Mo had walked away did the other disciples realize that the great battle was over.

"monster!"

These two words are how everyone describes Xiao Mo.

Most people had only heard that Xiao Mo's cultivation level was extremely high, but when they saw it with their own eyes, they realized how terrifying this man was.

Meanwhile, at Blood Peak.

On the first day of the Holy Son Selection Tournament, Xue Kui, as the master, did not go to the Myriad Paths Plain, but instead slept soundly in the courtyard.

"Blood Lord. Blood Lord!"

In his sleep, Xue Kui faintly heard someone calling his name.

Blood Demon groggily opened his eyes and yawned.

Just as Xue Kui was about to sit up, a woman in a blue dress pushed open the door.

"I say, Qingyuan, it's not good to barge into someone else's boudoir so early in the morning. You'll get a slap on the hand from my disciple for doing that." Xue Kui rubbed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and his hair fell lazily down his cheek.

The woman named Qingyuan rolled her eyes at Xue Kui: "Your disciple is participating in the Holy Son selection today, aren't you going to go and see?"

"What's so interesting?" Xue Kui picked up the wine gourd from the bedside table, took a sip of wine, and said, "It's just a matter of that kid making a few more cuts."

"..." Qingyuan opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but Xue Kui was telling the truth.

Over the years, Qingyuan had only met Xiao Mo a few times, but his realm and strength were truly beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Speak, what is it?" Xue Kui wiped his chin.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the important matter."

Remembering the purpose of her visit, Qingyuan quickly took out a letter from her bosom.

Blood Demon took the envelope, read it, and then his brows furrowed deeply.

Finally, Blood Demon ignited a flame at his fingertips, burning the letter to ashes: "Is this true?"

"I don't know." Qingyuan shook her head. "If this is true, not only the Western Regions, but the whole world is probably in trouble."

Xue Kui gently bit his thin lips, and finally decided, "You should observe further. I will also investigate if it really comes to that."

As he finished speaking, Xue Kui closed his mouth, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Don't rush. No matter what, the sect leader is an Ascension Realm cultivator. We need to be careful," Qingyuan reassured her.

“I know, I’m not that impulsive little girl,” Blood Lord said.

Qing Yuan's brow twitched, her expression seeming to say, "If you're not impulsive, who will?"

"Oh, right, you're here just in time. Do me a favor," Blood Demon said with a smile.

"What's the deal?"

"Make me a knife."

"A knife? For that kid?"

"Hmm." Xue Kui nodded, pulled the blueprints out of the snowy mountains and handed them to Qing Yuan.

Upon seeing the blueprints, Qing Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed, "Blood Lord, can this sword be forged? Are you crazy?"

"What's the big deal?" Blood Lord's eyes curved into a smile. "Anyway, I don't have many years left to live. This knife is my last gift to him."

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"Will you help me or not? If not, I'll do it myself."

"you"

Qingyuan hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

But in the end, Qingyuan sighed and put away the blueprints: "I understand. What's the name of this knife?"

"Name?"

Xue Kui thought for a moment.

"Let's call it 'Dye Ink'."

(End of this chapter)