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In these fierce battles, the arena where Mo Dao Gu was located became the focus of everyone's attention.

Standing opposite Mo Dao Gu was Xie Fengying from Xie Feng Demon City. He had a gloomy face, and his narrow eyes were filled with viciousness and cunning. The Xie Feng sword in his hand was as black as ink, emitting a strange and disturbing aura, as if hiding countless evil forces.

At the outset of the match, Evil Wind Shadow was the first to attack. He swung his arms wildly and shouted, "Evil Wind Dances!" Instantly, black wind blades, like ferocious demons, whistled madly towards Mo Dao Gu with a sharp roar. Wherever the wind blades passed, the air was cut into pieces, emitting a chilling "chi chi" sound.

Mo Dao Gu, however, remained calm, showing no sign of panic. He held the palm-sized sword firmly in his hand. Though small, it emanated a mysterious aura. With a gentle wave, he whispered, "The Pure Spirit Protection of the Three Pure Ones Sword Path!" Instantly, a pale blue shield rippled before him like water. The shield, seemingly thin, held immense power, easily blocking the oncoming black wind blades. The wind blades collided with the shield, making a series of muffled "bangs" before dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

Upon seeing this, Xie Fengying's face darkened, the momentum of his sword suddenly changed, and he roared again: "Evil Wind Devours Souls!" A strong dark power surged out from his Evil Wind Sword, like a giant black python, pouncing towards Mo Dao Gu's soul with its fangs and claws, trying to erode his mind.

Mo Dao Gu snorted coldly, a flicker of disdain in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "The Three Pure Ones Sword Dao: Purify the Soul and Purify the Heart!" A soft and pure light instantly emanated from him, a light as warm and bright as the spring sun. As the dark forces came into contact with this light, it melted and disintegrated like ice and snow encountering a raging fire.

Immediately, Mo Dao Gu abandoned his passive defense and decided to attack. His eyes fixed, and the small sword in his hand shone brightly, dazzlingly bright, as if becoming the sole source of light on the stage. His figure flashed like a ghost, and he shouted, "The Three Pure Ones Sword Dao: Purify Evil and Slay Evil!" In an instant, his entire form transformed into a phantom, and the palm-sized sword, like a flash of lightning, pierced towards the Evil Wind Shadow with lightning speed.

Xie Fengying was startled and quickly drew his sword to block, shouting in panic: "Evil Wind Shield!" A huge black shield instantly appeared in front of him, engraved with strange runes, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

However, the power of Mo Dao Gu's Three Purities Sword Technique was far from trivial. He roared, "Three Purities Sword Technique: Purity Breaks All Laws!" With a deafening roar, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart, the overwhelming force instantly shattered Xie Fengying's black shield, sending fragments flying everywhere.

The immense recoil sent Evil Wind Shadow reeling back several steps, blood spurting from his mouth. His face instantly turned pale. But he refused to accept defeat. A flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and he attacked again, roaring hysterically, "Evil Wind Fury!" A black storm surged around him, mingled with countless wind blades and dark forces. Like an out-of-control beast, it madly swept towards Mo Dao Gu.

Mo Dao Gu's eyes were as firm as steel, without a trace of fear. He gripped the small sword tightly with both hands, the blade trembling slightly under the influx of powerful force. He shouted loudly: "The Three Pure Ones Sword Dao: The Pure One Returns to One!" In an instant, he concentrated all his strength on the small sword without reservation. An extremely powerful sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword, like a giant dragon, slashing towards Xie Fengying with devastating momentum.

The blow was so powerful that space seemed to rip apart wherever it struck. Xie Fengying was completely unable to resist, only able to let out a desperate scream before being sent flying off the stage by the powerful sword energy. He fell heavily to the ground, unable to rise again.

The host was so stunned by the spectacular battle that he took a moment to recover. He then announced loudly, "Mo Dao Gu wins and advances!"

The audience cheered loudly, their voices rising like a tide. They applauded Mo Dao Gu's brilliant performance, and the applause and cheers continued for a long time.

At this time, the other advanced Demon Lords were also preparing for the more difficult competition to come, while Mo Dao Gu was calm in the light of victory, silently adjusting his state.

At this time, another battle attracted him, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart: "This guy is so strong. I thought I could kill the Demon Lord team at will, but this guy is a match."

On a noisy, heated arena, Batian from Wangba City and Zixiao from Ziqinglong City stood facing each other with solemn expressions. The atmosphere throughout the arena was so tense that it seemed as if it could freeze the air.

Batian was tall and mighty, his sturdy frame like a mountain, brimming with awe-inspiring power. He clutched the heavy and imposing Batian Sword tightly in both hands. The broad, thick blade exuded a chilling aura of dominance, as if it could sever everything in the world. His eyes, like bells, shone with unparalleled arrogance and supreme confidence, as if victory was certain.

Zixiao, on the other hand, stood tall and slender, his purple robe fluttering in the wind making him appear ethereal and otherworldly, like an immortal descending to earth. In his hand, he held the mysterious and majestic purple-green sword, its blade shimmering with brilliance, the purple and green colors intertwined in a dreamlike, ethereal aura, as if imbued with endless mystical power.

As soon as the match began, Batian couldn't wait to launch a furious attack. His arm muscles flexed, and he held the Batian Sword high in both hands, his eyes wide with anger as he roared like a bell: "Bawang Sword Slash!" Instantly, immense power poured into the sword like a flood. A massive and powerful sword energy, like a giant axe splitting the world apart, slashed towards Zixiao with overwhelming force. Wherever it passed, the air was squeezed by this powerful force, making a hissing sound.

However, facing this ferocious and powerful attack, Zixiao simply smiled, tapped his foot lightly, and dodged like a ghost. His movements were light and graceful, easily avoiding the blow that seemed capable of destroying everything. The sword energy slashed into the air, leaving a deep sword mark on the ring.

Seeing his sure-shot strike miss, Batian's fury erupted like a volcano. He wielded the Batian Sword once more, roaring, "Batian Sword Storm!" The sword in his hand transformed into a flash of light, and countless sharp sword energies instantly formed a raging storm, sweeping towards Zixiao with destructive force. Wherever the sword energy storm struck, the floor of the arena was shattered into rubble.

Zixiao, however, remained calm, his eyes devoid of any panic. He gently swung the purple-green sword in his hand and shouted, "Purple-green sword and shield!" Instantly, a half-purple, half-green sword and shield appeared out of thin air. Like an impenetrable wall, it easily withstood Batian's surging attack. The sword energy and shield collided, emitting a series of deafening "bangs," sending sparks flying.

Upon seeing this, Batian's rage grew stronger. He attacked more frantically like a mad beast, wielding the Batian Sword in his hand with impenetrable force. His sword moves became more and more fierce, and every move was filled with the determination to kill.

But Zixiao seemed to be playing with him, always able to easily resolve the situation with an extremely elegant and calm posture. His figure moved freely in the storm of sword energy, as if strolling in the garden.

By this point, Zixiao seemed weary of this one-sided suppression and decided not to delay any longer. His eyes grew cold, as if frozen for a thousand years. The purple-green sword in his hand erupted with unprecedented brilliance. He shouted, "Purple-green Sword Dragon!" The sword shone brightly, and a purple-green sword dragon, condensed from pure sword energy, instantly roared out. The dragon, lifelike, bared its fangs and claws, charged towards Batian like lightning with unparalleled momentum.

Tyrant's eyes widened in horror, his face filled with despair and fear. He desperately raised the Tyrant Sword to resist, but found himself completely powerless in the face of this suffocatingly powerful force.

The sword dragon instantly devoured Tyrant, unleashing a powerful force that was so dazzling it was impossible to look directly at. As the light gradually faded, Tyrant collapsed on the stage, his Tyrant Sword falling to the side. He was gasping for breath, his face etched with exhaustion and despair, having lost his ability to fight.

The host was so shocked by this scene that he took a long time to come back to his senses, and then announced loudly: "Zixiao wins!" The audience below was in an uproar. No one expected that this game would be such a one-sided crushing victory.

Zixiao calmly put away his purple sword and walked off the stage with a leisurely pace, like a triumphant king. As he walked, he looked in the direction of Mo Dao Gu, his lips curled up, clearly indicating that he believed a master like Mo Dao Gu was worthy of fighting him.

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