From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

Upon hearing this, Master Fangzheng pondered for a moment, then sighed softly, "This young man's swordsmanship is deeply violent, yet his solid foundation and swiftness of response are truly unparalleled in my life. Brother Chongxu's Tai Chi sword is likely to meet a real opponent."

In the arena, Meng Fei took a deep breath, showing no sign of discouragement, but rather his eyes shone even more sharply.

"Master, your Tai Chi swordsmanship is truly exquisite! Next, please accept the fourth strike of my Thirteen Deadly Swords—'Awakening of Insects'!"

The sound faded, and the sword was drawn!

As if spring thunder shook the earth, the dormant killing intent suddenly erupted, instantly transforming into countless shimmering, cold stars that enveloped Chongxu from all directions.

Master Chongxu frowned slightly, and the speed of his sword movements suddenly increased. The Tai Chi sword circle instantly contracted, like layers of flexible air walls that could not be penetrated by water, blocking out the vast majority of the cold stars.

However, before Chongxu could catch his breath, the fifth sword—Dawn Break—arrived!

This sword strike has a completely different artistic conception.

The sword light was as condensed as a ray of dawn piercing through the darkness, not pursuing the ultimate speed and power, but carrying a penetrating will that sees through illusion!

This sword strike did not directly clash with the Tai Chi sword circle, but rather, with a mysterious trajectory, precisely "stabbed" at the fleeting "connection point" in the flow of energy within the sword circle.

At this moment, Master Chongxu's expression changed slightly. He clearly felt that his smooth and unrestrained Tai Chi aura was subtly "nailed" by this sword for a moment, and the sword's movement became extremely sluggish!

In that split second of hesitation!

Meng Fei's sixth move in the Thirteen Deadly Swords – Crescent Moon – unleashed its power, fueled by the momentum accumulated from the previous two moves!

The sword light was cold and its arc was unpredictable, like a waning crescent moon about to disappear in the night sky, beautiful yet deadly, carrying a desolate sword intent of withering all things and extinguishing all life, directly striking Chongxu's sword-wielding wrist.

Daoist Chongxu roared, his inner energy surging like never before. He unleashed his Tai Chi sword in a defensive stance, as if sealing and closing, attempting to neutralize the destructive sword strike with his strongest move.

"Ding ding ding ding—Sizzle!"

A series of rapid, almost simultaneous sounds of metal clashing and cloth tearing rang out!

Sword energy crisscrossed, and shattered stones flew everywhere!

As the light faded, Daoist Chongxu retreated seven steps before regaining his footing.

His right sleeve, where he held the sword, had been ripped open by the sharp sword energy, leaving a long gash. Had he not turned sharply at the last moment, his wrist would likely have been injured.

In contrast, Meng Fei stood still with his sword, his chest rising and falling slightly. Clearly, the three consecutive sword strikes, especially the final "Crescent Moon," had taken a toll on him.

At this moment, the outcome is decided!

Although they did not fight to the death, in terms of swordsmanship, Daoist Chongxu was indeed forced back and had already lost a move!

"Amitabha……"

Master Fangzheng sighed deeply, his gaze towards Meng Fei filled with complex emotions.

"This boy's swordsmanship...is truly terrifying!"

The Taishan Sect's Tianmen Daoist, who was watching the battle, whispered in horror, "Those last three sword strikes—one disruptive, one piercing, and one annihilating… each strike was interconnected, pressing forward relentlessly, and they even managed to forcibly break through Daoist Chongxu's Tai Chi sword circle!"

Gazing at Meng Fei, who stood with his sword in hand, the Beggar Clan's leader, Xie, muttered to himself, a sense of dread creeping into his heart.

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords... When did such a fierce and ruthless sword technique emerge in the martial world?"

"Judging from his style, his killing intent is chilling, and every move is deadly. It seems to be quite different from the legendary 'Evil-Repelling Sword Technique'... What school did he learn from?"

The person beside him was equally shocked and couldn't help but chime in, "Regardless of his background, after this battle, the name 'Evil Swordsman' Meng Fei will surely shake the world. Among the younger generation, in terms of the exquisiteness of his swordsmanship alone, I'm afraid no one can surpass him..."

While everyone was either pondering to themselves or whispering among themselves...

Ren Woxing clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Excellent! What a deadly sword technique! Decisive and ruthless, exhilarating and satisfying! You stubborn old man, your tortoise shell has finally been cracked today! Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Chongxu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, picked up the long sword from the ground, and showed no anger on his face, but rather a trace of emotion and admiration.

He then bowed deeply to Meng Fei, saying, "Young Master Meng's swordsmanship is divine, sharp and unparalleled. This humble Taoist... admires it!"

These words, spoken by Master Chongxu of Wudang, carry immense weight. They not only signify recognition of the competition but also represent the rise of a peerless swordsman.

As everyone looked at the figure standing before them, sword in hand, a chill ran through them.

However, just as the aftermath of Meng Fei's sword fight with Daoist Chongxu was still lingering, another duel had already begun.

As the former leader of the Demonic Cult, Ren Woxing possessed unfathomable skill. He first defeated Master Fangzheng by half a move, but in his moment of triumph, he was injured by Zuo Lengchan's icy true energy, which he had cultivated for many years.

Faced with Zuo Lengchan's icy true energy, even though Xiang Wentian fought with all his might, he was still injured. However, Xiang Wentian, nicknamed "Heavenly King Laozi", would not accept defeat.

So, when the icy true energy invaded, he risked severe damage to his meridians and struck Zuo Lengchan's chest hard with a backhand palm.

Both men coughed up blood and staggered backward, resulting in a mutually destructive outcome.

Whether the group can ultimately leave Shaolin depends on the third match between Linghu Chong and Yue Buqun.

Although Linghu Chong possessed the Dugu Nine Swords, he was still wary of Yue Buqun and always held back when he attacked.

On the other hand, Yue Buqun pressed on relentlessly, his moves becoming increasingly ruthless. Although Linghu Chong felt reluctant, he had no choice but to intervene in order to rescue the group from Shaolin.

Linghu Chong gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and finally unleashed the Dugu Nine Swords.

Even though Yue Buqun had mastered the swordsmanship of the Cliff of Contemplation, he still found it difficult to parry the broken sword style of the Dugu Nine Swords.

With a clang, Yue Buqun's wrist trembled violently, and the long sword involuntarily flew out of his hand. He then staggered back two steps, staring incredulously at Linghu Chong, who stood holding the sword.

He was defeated by his former disciple in front of all the heroes of the world!

An eerie silence fell over the entire room once again.

Meng Fei's narrow victory over Wudang Tai Chi Sword with his fierce and ruthless "Thirteen Deadly Swords" had already shocked the heroes.

At this moment, Linghu Chong easily defeated the Huashan Sect Leader with the seemingly simple yet exquisitely skillful "Nine Swords of Dugu".

Meng Fei, the "evil swordsman," and Linghu Chong, the "wanderer"!

A set of "Thirteen Deadly Swords", a set of "Nine Swords of Dugu", plus the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual" that previously stirred up the martial arts world and attracted the covetous eyes of countless people!

The experts from both the righteous and evil factions watching the battle were all deeply shocked. Their gazes swept back and forth between Meng Fei and Linghu Chong, filled with shock, doubt, awe, and deep fear.

What's wrong with this martial arts world? Why have so many unheard-of yet astonishing sword techniques emerged one after another in such a short period of time? What kind of opportunities have these young people obtained?