Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Although Yue Xunyuan is the only disciple of Tiandu Wujun, he has only been a disciple for a short time, and the Canghui Residence where he previously lived was not a prestigious family. Huo Qingyun was very confident.

The two young men each pondered to themselves before exchanging greetings.

"Please, Brother Qingyun, show mercy."

"I wouldn't dare, please enlighten me, Young Master Le."

"Pay attention, Great Brahma's Holy Palm!"

Le Xunyuan's opening move was a classic Buddhist technique, which he had his reasons for. The Great Brahma Holy Palm can be learned by any Buddhist disciple, but only Yi Ye Shu can unleash its extraordinary power. Yi Ye Shu explained the secrets of this palm technique in the "Buddha and Demon Holy Scripture".

If the moves are reversed, Yue Xunyuan can use Bo Xun's moves to counter them and break his own move.

Huo Qingyun was greatly surprised. He did not see Le Xunyuan take out the broadsword that Wu Jun was good at. He guessed that it should be the fist and palm of Canghuiju. He was surprised to find that it was a Buddhist holy move. He immediately drew his sword to deal with it.

"Peerless Sword of the Mysterious Sword: The Ripples of Ink Abyss!"

The sword that Huo Qingyun wears is the Moyang Sword, a gift from Jianzi Xianji. It is said that this sword is the Longyuan Ancient Sword, which has abundant spiritual power and can unleash the power of Taoist techniques with twice the force.

In an instant, the sword light surged like a black tide, creating waves all over the ground, and the essence of sword intent flowed endlessly towards Yue Xunyuan like a long river.

As their swords clashed, a deafening crash resounded, causing rocks to tumble down from all sides of the arena and sending dust flying.

The young master, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but exclaim in praise: "Indeed, the new generation surpasses the old, each wave stronger than the last! Old monk, don't you agree?"

Jian Chan Mi Xin nodded slightly, but then said, "Young Master Huo has mastered the essence of Taoism. Given time, he will surely become a master swordsman."

"Do you think Huo Qingyun's current strength is inferior to Yue Xunyuan's?"

"Le Xunyuan's defense is meticulous and his offense is ingenious. He has already prepared an escape route before making a move, probably because he is worried about reversing the rules of mutual exchange. Judging from this cunning alone, Young Hero Huo is no match for Young Hero Le."

"Tch, don't speak too soon."

To the surprise of all four, the battle lasted for half an hour, and there was no random swapping of roles in the match.

The voices of the Gold and Silver Guardians came: "The winners of the Earth and Fire groups have been determined. The Water and Wind groups will have their arenas forcibly closed in half an hour. If there is no winner, all members of the Water and Wind groups will lose their qualification for the semi-finals."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Qing hurriedly exclaimed, "Young heroes, could you please speed things up? It seems random swapping won't happen in our group, so feel free to make your moves!"

Half an hour was enough for Le Xunyuan to figure out Huo Qingyun's sword moves. Without further delay, he released his true essence and struck out with both palms at the same time, which turned out to be a move of demonic and Buddhist fusion.

"Violent rage shakes the heavens and earth, a single breath moves mountains and rivers, shout!"

With the two techniques combined, demonic energy devoured the sky and shattered the earth, while Buddhist power broke through mountains and overwhelmed cities. Coupled with the unique application of Qi in the Ming Qi Martial Arts Manual, Yue Xunyuan's handsome and refined appearance was completely transformed, as if possessed by a demon god, unleashing an extremely terrifying power.

"Boundless Dao Might - Sword Shadows Abound!"

In a moment of urgency, Huo Qingyun unleashed the sword technique of the Immortal Sword Master, his sword shadows piercing the sun and moon, and the righteous energy of Taoism mending the heavens and earth.

Bah!

With a resounding crash, the two figures flew into the air simultaneously. However, Yue Xun managed to twist his body in mid-air and land back on the arena, while Huo Qingyun fell off the arena.

"Uh!"

Huo Qingyun quickly stood up, wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth, and bowed to Yue Xunyuan: "Thank you for your mercy, Young Hero Yue."

"No, it's just that Xun Yuan was a little luckier."

The gatekeeper's voice came through: "Le Xunyuan wins this round."

Immediately, a gleaming silver key descended from the sky and slowly landed in Yue Xunyuan's hand.

"Alright, old monk, time is limited. It's your turn to fight me. Don't drag it out like those young people. Let's finish this quickly."

Young Master Qing leaped onto the center of the arena and waved to Jian Chan Mi Xin.

Jian Chan Mi Xin walked step by step onto the arena, put his palms together and said, "Let's stop here. Young master, please don't be too competitive."

"nonsense."

Le Xunyuan obtained the Silver Scale Key, but he had no interest in watching the battle between Young Master Qing and Sword Zen Seeking Heart. According to the report from the gatekeeper, the Water and Wind groups had not yet finished. He was in the Water group, while Liao Tian was in the Wind group.

Will there be any problems with Liaotian?

Just as Yue Xunyuan had worried, in the Wind Group where Liao Tian was, there were consecutive exchanges of skills and injuries in the two matches.

The first opponents were Yi Qingtian and Sui Wuduan, both of whom used swordsmanship. In terms of pure swordsmanship, Sui Wuduan's understanding of the sword was no less than Yi Qingtian's, but the difference in their foundations was too great.

Yi Qingtian leisurely allowed Sui Wuduan to exhaust his single-edged sword technique and Confucian sword technique. Half an hour later, Sui Wuduan had no choice but to summon five thousand Qiongxiao Piming swords to deliver the final blow.

At that moment, their powers suddenly switched, and Sui Wuduan, with his thousand-year foundation and the heroic spirit of the Confucian school, unleashed a world-destroying sword strike.

The swords fell like rain, extending endlessly. Not only was the Wind Group's arena destroyed instantly, but the entire North Sea Divine Palace was also enveloped in sword intent, which lingered for a long time.

Chapter 447 Head-on Confrontation, A Narrow Escape

In the first match of the Wind Group, due to the exchange of skills and bodies, Sui Wuduan won and Yi Qingtian lost.

This result surprised Liao Tian, ​​and it also made him wary, because his opponent was the mysterious Immortal Nameless.

This person's origins and purpose are unknown. He cultivates both immortality and Taoism, and his strength surpasses that of City Lord Haotian. Liaotian knows he has no chance of victory, and he cannot gamble his luck on a mere exchange of cultivation techniques like that of Sui Wuduan.

The table was already dilapidated, but Liao Tian still calmly stepped to the center and bowed to Xian Zong Wuming to ask for a greeting.

"My name is Liaotian. Please do not hesitate to give me your guidance, senior."

With an air of otherworldly elegance, like a banished immortal, Xianzong Wuming smiled slightly: "I have long admired the Martial Lord, and today's meeting with the young master is also an opportunity for us."

"Does the senior know my father?"

"We have never met, but I have a premonition that your father and I will meet soon."

"Please, senior, show mercy."

"That's easy to say."

Immortal Nameless lightly waved the jade whisk in his hand, inviting Liaotian to make the first move.

Liao Tian naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony. With a flick of his wrist, dazzling purple energy emanated from the dragon's roar—it was the Cang Er Blade.

The Cang Er sword was reborn through the Seven Heavens Fire Scales, its blade turning from iron gray to deep purple, with dragon patterns appearing on both sides. After improvements by the craftsmen of Tiandu, like Jidu, it can be transformed into both short-handled and long-handled forms.

Liao Tian has no dragon energy in his body and cannot resonate with the purple dragon energy contained in the Cang Er Blade, so he cannot form the Purple Dragon Armor. However, the true power of Cang Er is to cut down human energy and yin spirits, making it a natural nemesis of yin entities.

The moment the legendary weapon was unleashed, it exuded a world-destroying aura, its overwhelming sword intent no less powerful than the Five Thousand Sky-Piercing Netherworld-Splitting Sword's final strike from Su Wuduan.

"Wolf-Slaying and Earth-Burning Technique!"

As the greatsword slashed down, the purple aura suddenly exploded, forming a purple flame several meters high that spread boundlessly, seemingly about to burn the entire earth.

Amidst the raging flames, the sword's intent was unstoppable, and the one wielding the sword was even more heroic and dashing, like a war god in the fire, stepping towards the enemy step by step.

The nameless immortal, who had initially shown a hint of disdain, instantly became serious. He tossed the jade whisk in front of his chest, and it transformed into a long sword as white as jade.

"Celestial Dragon Heavenly Sword - First Form: Raging Dragon Soars!"

The sword intent condensed into the shape of a dragon, soaring through the nine heavens, bringing clouds and rain.

The sword light was as white as snow, bringing a chilling killing intent that caused the temperature in the space where the Wind Group was located to plummet. Dragon against dragon, the purple flames were extinguished in an instant.

boom!

As the two dragons entangled, the blade and sword clashed violently, unleashing a shockwave that tore everything apart. Fortunately, the North Sea Divine Palace was forged by the power of the God of Doomsday, and after a moment of tremors, it stabilized.

Sui Wuduan and Yi Qingtian, who were watching from the edge of the arena, hurriedly rushed out and retreated dozens of feet away. Even so, Sui Wuduan still felt a tightness in his chest.

"How?"

Yi Qingtian was equally astonished: "The son of the Martial Lord is actually this strong!"

This sword strike was the culmination of two years of practice by Liao Tian and Ji Wuxia in the Jin'ou Heavenly Dynasty. During those two years, aside from necessary business engagements, the two practiced swordsmanship in the waves every day.

From initially creating a three-zhang wave with a single slash, to two years later having a single slash capable of causing the sea to surge three thousand zhang away, only Liaotian truly understands the hardships he endured.

The sword of the Martial Lord has no technique; everything depends on strength and speed.

Similar to Sui Wuduan's astonishment, Liao Tian did not expect that his all-out strike would be easily neutralized by Xian Zong Wuming, and that the opponent would strike back from behind, forcing Liao Tian to vomit blood with a single sword strike.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gripped the Cang Er knife even tighter.

"Senior is indeed unfathomable, let's try again!"

"The younger generation is truly formidable; he is indeed the young master carefully nurtured by the capital."

Immortal Nameless still maintained a relaxed and casual demeanor, but Liao Tian keenly caught the fleeting killing intent in his eyes—a resolute determination to put him to death.

Liao Tian felt a chill run down his spine. The second move might be a matter of life and death. Remembering his father's words and Ji Wuxia's worries, Liao Tian smiled heroically and completely abandoned the idea of ​​trying to escape.

As the son of a martial ruler, how could I voluntarily admit defeat?

"Kidu Breaks the Sun!"

Liaotian urgently urged the demonic energy, and the famous move of the Martial Lord reappeared in the mortal world. A dense demonic energy, unlike anything in the human world, burst forth, carrying the dragon's breath, and slashed down towards the nameless immortal.

This strike was even more powerful than before. Although there were no flames, the blade's energy soared into the heavens, piercing the night sky and reflecting the stars and moon.

Immortal Nameless snorted coldly, and a strange dark energy ignited on the jade sword. An inexplicable power, also not belonging to this human world, rushed from afar, attached itself to the sword, and attacked Liaotian.

*Crack!*

A powerful burst of blade energy and sword intent exploded, shattering the Wind Group's arena completely. Amidst the dust and smoke, Liao Tian cried out in pain, followed by a thud as he fell to the ground.

After a long while, what appeared before Sui Wuduan and Yi Qingtian was a horrifying scene. Lying in a pool of blood was not Liao Tian, ​​but the confident Xian Zong Wuming.

"What's going on?"

Liao Tian touched his chest, recalling the terrifying scene: when swords clashed, the nameless sword of the immortal pierced through Cang Er and precisely struck his heart.

Amidst the intense pain, the injuries on the field were swapped, with all of Liao Tian's injuries transferring to Xian Zong Wu Ming. Looking at the bloody hole in Xian Zong Wu Ming's chest, Liao Tian felt a chill run down his spine.

Yi Qingtian walked over and helped Xian Zong Wuming up, then channeled some true energy into him to stop the gushing blood.

"His life can be saved for now."

Sui Wuduan wiped away a cold sweat and muttered to himself, "That was close. If Xianzong Wuming had died, our whole group would have been eliminated."

Yi Qingtian glanced at Liao Tian indifferently: "Young Master is indeed blessed with good fortune and a long life."

Liao Tian suppressed his lingering fear and thanked Yi Qingtian: "Thank you for teaching me the sword."

"I never expected that you two juniors would be the winners among the four members of the Wind Group. It's fine this way; I'm tired of this kind of pointless fighting."

At this moment, the gatekeeper's voice came: "The winners of the Wind Group are Sui Wuduan and Liao Tian. All contestants will have one day to rest. The semi-finals will begin at midnight tomorrow night."

Yi Qingtian picked up the unconscious Xian Zong Wuming and walked out of the shattered Fengzu arena area.