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Finally, the magician competitions concluded. Despite the relatively low level of magicians, each match was a spectacular spectacle, a feast for the eyes of the audience. The techniques displayed by each contestant were exquisite, yet they were still relatively young on the path of cultivation, lacking in the finer details of their techniques, and their displayed techniques were also somewhat lacking in power.

After Long Sihai defeated Hong Nu, the battle of the top 64 in the Demon Lord group followed.

The first to appear are Shadow from Nether City and Wind Blade from Fantasy Wind City.

The shadowy figure clad in a black cloak that seemed to blend seamlessly with the night, enveloping him completely. His stern face was largely obscured by shadow, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed coldly. His gaze, like that of a wolf stalking the night, held a chilling, sinister intensity. He clutched the Nether Sword tightly in his hand. Wisps of black mist seemed to linger around the blade, a living, creeping mist that exuded a sinister aura, like a summons from the underworld.

Feng Ren wore a cyan robe, its material as light as silk, fluttering in the wind, making his figure appear elegant and free, like a leaf in the wind, light and agile. A confident smile graced his handsome face, as if he was certain of victory. The Phantom Wind Sword in his hand shone with a vibrant light, and the blade seemed to be swirling with wind, its light appearing and disappearing, like a dream.

At the start of the match, Feng Ren launched the first attack. His eyes fixed, instantly filled with determination and resolve, and he shouted, "Illusion Wind Swift Stab!" The Illusion Wind Sword in his hand instantly thrust out like lightning, its force as fierce as a gust of wind and rain, bearing a sharp whistling sound as it hurtled towards Phantom. The sword's speed was so swift that it barely registered before a flash of cold light, already hurtling towards Phantom.

The shadow flashed like a ghost, its movements light and swift, making it difficult to catch. He shouted softly, "Escape!" and instantly disappeared from the spot, as if blending into the surrounding darkness. The wind blade's swift and thunderous attack was instantly missed, leaving only a sword mark in the air. The sword mark lingered in the air for a moment, as if to tell the story of the wind blade's swift attack and the shadow's clever evasion.

Feng Ren's brow furrowed, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly, clearly displeased with his missed attack. Unwilling to be outdone, he launched another attack: "Phantom Wind Whirl!" His Phantom Wind Sword danced with such swiftness that only a shadow could be seen. As he danced, a powerful whirlwind instantly formed, howling with immense force. Feng Ren attempted to use this whirlwind to force the shadow out of its hiding place.

Seeing this, Shadow sneered, his laughter sounding particularly eerie in the silent arena. He swung the Nether Sword in his hand and whispered, "Netherworld Confinement!" A dark force surged from the Nether Sword, wrapping around the wind blade like a black chain. Wherever the dark force passed, the air seemed to freeze, carrying an irresistible pressure, trying to tightly bind the wind blade.

The two exchanged blows, neither giving in. For a moment, sword shadows crisscrossed, light flashed, and spiritual energy overflowed. The entire arena seemed to be enveloped by a sea of ​​light and power, dazzling the eyes.

At that moment, Youying's eyes suddenly widened, the cold light in them like two sharp swords, and his entire body surged with momentum, like a volcano about to erupt. He roared, "Netherworld Kill!" The Netherworld Sword shone brightly, and a black sword energy like a long black rainbow, carrying an endlessly eerie aura, rushed towards the wind blade with the force of thunder. Wherever the sword energy passed, space seemed to be torn apart, making a "sizzling" sound.

Feng Ren tried to dodge, but found that the sword energy was extremely fast, approaching in an instant like lightning. He had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as he was struck to the ground by this powerful sword energy.

The referee stepped forward, his steps steady and firm, and announced loudly: "Shadow wins!"

Immediately afterwards, one spectacular battle after another unfolded on the stage. Demon Lords from every city displayed their unique abilities, unleashing their own unique skills. Some controlled blazing flames, which bared their fangs like giant beasts, attempting to devour their opponents; others controlled icy frost, which pierced their foes like sharp swords, sending chills down their spines; and some unleashed earth-shaking thunder, which roared like raging dragons, shaking the entire arena. To advance to the top 32, they gave their all, and the entire arena was filled with a tense and intense atmosphere.

"The next matchup is the highly anticipated Blood Shadow from Blood Evil City and Spirit Wind from Spirit Wind City." The host's excited voice echoed throughout the arena, as if to ignite everyone's enthusiasm. These two truly deserved the host's warm reception. Both were young city lords of their respective cities, and Mo Dao Gu had heard of them.

Blood Shadow was a towering figure, his massive frame like a mountain, imposing a powerful sense of oppression. He exuded a strong, bloody aura that permeated the air, transporting one to a bloody battlefield. His eyes, red as pools of blood, seemed to bleed, making it impossible to meet his gaze. The Blood Saber in his hand was even more menacing, its blade gleaming with a faint, bloody glow, as if thirsting for blood.

Lingfeng, on the other hand, was tall and slender, his posture light and agile, like an arrow about to be released from a bow. He possessed a lively aura, and every movement was filled with vitality and energy. The Lingfeng sword in his hand shone with a soft light, like the morning sun, warm but not dazzling.

At the start of the match, Blood Shadow lunged out like a ferocious beast. His movements were swift and powerful, carrying an unstoppable aura. "Blood Evil Slash!" With furious force, the Blood Evil Blade slashed towards Ling Feng fiercely. The force of the blade was so fierce that it seemed to split the air in two, emitting a whirring sound.

Lingfeng leaped back nimbly, his movements light and agile. "Lingfeng dodge!" he said, easily avoiding the fierce attack. His figure traced a graceful arc in the air, like a leaf falling in the wind, light and natural.

Blood Shadow refused to give in, wielding the Blood Evil Blade even more fiercely. "Blood Evil Storm!" The powerful blade energy formed a bloody storm that swept towards the spiritual wind. Within the storm, faint blood shadows flickered, as if countless evil spirits were roaring, making people shudder.

Lingfeng's face was solemn. He knew the power of this attack. "Spiritual Shield!" The Lingfeng Sword shone with light, forming a solid shield. Spiritual energy flowed above the shield, and light flickered, resisting the storm's invasion.

However, Blood Shadow's attacks became increasingly fierce, wave after wave, surging like a tidal wave. Ling Feng gradually found it difficult to withstand them, sweat began to form on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

At the critical moment, Ling Feng's eyes glared, a flicker of determination in them. "Ling Feng counterattacks!" He suddenly erupted with powerful strength, his entire body ablaze with light. That light, like a blazing sun, broke through the storm of blood shadows and stabbed at them with a single sword.

But Xueying reacted extremely quickly, "Xuesha fights back!" He blocked Lingfeng's sword with the blade of his blade. The two weapons collided with a loud "clang" sound and sparks flew everywhere.

In the end, Xueying, with his deeper skills, found Lingfeng's flaw in the fierce confrontation, and with one blow of "Blood Evil Kill!" he defeated Lingfeng.

Immediately afterwards, Shadow from Shadow City and Yan Yang from Yan Yang City stepped onto the stage.

Shadow was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see his face. He seemed like a messenger born from the darkness. The shadow sword in his hand exuded a mysterious aura that filled people with an inexplicable fear, as if the sword concealed endless secrets.

Yan Yang was a passionate man, his every move full of power and passion. The Yan Yang Sword in his hand was like a burning torch, the flames rising into the sky, illuminating the entire arena.

Yan Yang launched the first attack, shouting, "Yan Yang Blaze!" Flames erupted from the Yan Yang Sword, transforming into a massive fire dragon that charged towards Shadow. The dragon bared its fangs and claws, spewing blazing flames from its mouth, as if to incinerate everything.

Shadow was not in a hurry, his figure was looming in the darkness, "Shadow Stealth!" His figure instantly disappeared into the darkness, leaving the fire dragon empty-handed.

Yan Yang kept waving the Yan Yang Sword, "The Yan Yang shines everywhere!" The entire arena was illuminated by flames, and every inch of space was filled with scorching heat.

Shadow took the opportunity to attack, "Shadow Attack!" A sword suddenly stabbed out from the darkness, the sword was as fast as a ghost, making it impossible to defend against it.

The two engaged in a fierce battle, fire and darkness intertwined, the scene was thrilling. Every collision made a loud noise, and every flash of light was dazzling.

In the end, Shadow successfully sealed Yan Yang's power with a clever tactic, "Shadow Seal!" and won the victory.

One exciting battle after another continued, and every player tried his best to advance, making the battle of the top 64 in the Demon Lord group full of suspense and surprises.