Danwu God Emperor

The two men's auras surged and churned, like two torrents colliding!

The Horned Star River surged like a giant wave, one wave crashing over another, attempting to engulf Ye Lou. Ye Lou appeared calm on the surface, but beneath the surface, turbulent undercurrents surged. No matter how high the waves came, they were all submerged in his vast ocean.

Before the battle even began, their auras had already clashed countless times.

"There is no suspense in this battle!"

"That's not necessarily true. Ye Lou's aura is no less than that of Jiao Xinghe. The Ye family has suddenly produced such a prodigy. I wonder what kind of good fortune they have accumulated."

Not inferior in terms of momentum?

The voices from the back row reached his ears, but they did not change his mind about the battle. Fighting an eighth-level internal energy cultivator against a Spirit Guiding Realm cultivator was like throwing an egg against a rock, especially since the opponent was Jiao Xinghe and only had one hundred breaths left.

Although he greatly acknowledged Ye Lou's strength, he wasn't even confident of a sure victory when his opponent changed to Jiao Xinghe.

This battle is a sure loss!

What's even more infuriating is that Ye Lou actually accepted the challenge and even boasted that he would win the battle. It's really giving me a headache. Is Ye Lou an idiot? Thinking of this, Tong Zijin swallowed a few more bananas.

"kill!"

Ye Lou and Jiao Xinghe stepped out at the same time, as fast as lightning. The two of them were like tigers pouncing, their momentum soaring. Their fist and palm collided, causing the void to tremble and creating terrifying waves of air that could be seen with the naked eye.

"I knew you were hiding your strength!"

Jiao Xinghe retreated to his original position, his eyes clear as a mirror, filled with a hint of excitement. Although there was a gap in strength, he knew that Ye Lou was no less than any expert with the ninth level of internal strength.

Such a prodigy is even more worthy of his attention!

"You're not bad either, show me your true skills! Let's have a good fight!"

Ye Lou's heart surged with excitement. The first battle had already ignited his fighting spirit. Opponents like Jiao Xinghe were rare and hard to come by. On the path of pursuing martial arts, it was precisely such opponents who were needed to constantly hone one's skills.

"Alright, let's have a good fight!" Jiao Xinghe laughed loudly, full of enthusiasm.

Jiao Xinghe drew his sword and charged forward, the sword light soaring into the sky. The dark wrestling arena could not obscure the sword's brilliance. Burning fighting spirit and powerful sword energy intertwined, unleashing a terrifying sword aura.

The sword exuded a powerful aura, and upon being drawn from its sheath, it involuntarily emitted a buzzing sound. A myriad of rays of light converged at a single point, merging into the sword's body, causing everyone's expressions to change drastically.

"So strong! Too strong! Jiao Xinghe is excessively strong!"

"This is his true strength. Ye Lou had no chance of winning to begin with, but unexpectedly, Jiao Xinghe used his full strength. He probably won't even last ten breaths!"

Tong Zijin pondered deeply after seeing this. This should be the first time Jiao Xinghe has drawn his sword. Could it be that he hasn't even used half of his strength in the battle against me? The more Tong Zijin thought about it, the more ashamed he felt.

Ye Lou had to admit that his opponent was far stronger than Ye Leng, but his martial arts heart was firm, so how could he be afraid of fighting!

Both swords were taken out of their storage bags. Although the Qingfeng Sword was a mid-grade magic weapon, the opponent's sword was a low-grade mortal weapon. Compared with the dazzling light of the Horned Star River, it was worlds apart.

However, a few people noticed the clues about the longsword in Ye Lou's hand! They gasped in shock.

The power of a sword can only be of two kinds: sword intent and sword technique!

The former focuses on the essence of swordsmanship rather than its form, grasping the core of sword intent. The sword moves with the mind, and a single gesture can unleash a powerful momentum, using the intangible to overcome the tangible. The sword itself and sword moves are merely accompaniments!

The latter prioritizes form over intention, with sword moves that are unpredictable and flexible, each move refined to its extreme, striving for a flawless and flawless state where every strike draws blood.

Ye Lou's longsword was concealed, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, its sharpness unstoppable. One second everyone was in an uproar, the next second everyone fell silent.

"How is this possible? How did Ye Lou get so close to Jiao Xinghe? Such a fast sword!"

Before everyone could react, Ye Lou had already charged towards Jiao Xinghe, drawing his sword and unleashing his attack with lightning speed! The Three Swords Style only has three swords and only three moves! Fast, accurate, and ruthless! Each move requires constant practice.

This first move is fast, so it must be unexpected and as fast as thunder. It is said that the highest level of this move is so fast that even you don't know when you will make the move!

Jiao Xinghe had a sharp eye and was already on guard against Ye Lou's strength. His aura rose and his spiritual power surged, quickly reaching its peak. He had already entered the Spirit Guiding Realm and could release his spiritual power outwards.

He held a long sword, raised his hand and slashed through the sky, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy swept over him like a tidal wave!

"break!"

Ye Lou's brows furrowed, his steps faltered, and he blocked with his sword. The void roared and the air currents surged as he barely managed to survive this attack!

Is this what it means to project spiritual energy?

Ye Lou was confident that he was invincible among his peers and could even challenge opponents of higher levels. However, when he actually faced the release of spiritual energy, he realized how powerful it was. The Three Swords Style was a close-combat martial art, and he couldn't get close to the opponent's body at all.

"A gap of one major stage, even with near-divine talent, defeat is inevitable!" Sighs could be heard from the crowd from time to time.

"Even so, Ye Lou has reason to be proud, after all, Jiao Xinghe acknowledged his strength and drew his sword for him!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, but the arena remained as still as water. Both men stood tall and proud, neither showing any sign of defeat nor letting their guard down.

"It's my turn!"

Jiao Xinghe's figure swayed, and his footwork was unpredictable. It was a rare martial art technique. Six or seven afterimages moved around the field without any pattern, which dazzled everyone and made it impossible to distinguish between the real and fake Jiao Xinghe.

One after another, the horned stars shifted and changed shape on the field, slashing out waves of sword energy. The stage was filled with constant roars, and the ground was cleaved open with cracks. Ye Lou could only stand still and defend against them.

"At this rate, we might not be able to hold on for another hundred breaths!"

Ye Lou frowned slightly, then suddenly looked up at Jiao Xinghe, who had leaped into the air and launched another fierce attack. Ye Lou stopped moving!

"Look, isn't Ye Lou scared? He's standing there motionless!" someone shouted, pointing at Ye Lou on the stage.

Tong Zijin was startled and stuck his head out, raising an eyebrow, but he couldn't figure it out either. What kind of trick was this guy playing?

Faced with countless sword waves coming from all directions, Ye Lou ignored them, immersed in his own world of enlightenment. He took the second sword of the Three Swords Style as his standard. As the saying goes in martial arts, every martial art has a weakness. As long as you find the weakness, you can break it in one blow!

Ye Lou was feeling, observing, and experiencing! Where was the way out from these sword waves coming from all directions?

The Star River grew thicker and more numerous from top to bottom, unleashing waves of sword energy. Hundreds of these waves approached Ye Lou's body; if he didn't move soon, he would be severely injured, if not killed! And just like that, less than a hundred breaths had passed!

Ye Lou still didn't move!

If you can't find a weakness, any action will result in defeat!

"If you don't make a move now, you'll miss your chance!" Jiao Xinghe couldn't understand either, but he was proud and unwilling to see his opponent so easily defeated.

Don't move! We're almost there!

Ye Lou constantly reminded himself not to be disturbed by the outside world, so he simply closed his eyes and let the sword waves crash down on him!

puff!

A wave of sword energy slashed across Ye Lou's body, instantly tearing his skin and flesh. A second wave, a third wave...! Ye Lou remained completely still.

hiss!

The whole audience gasped!

Tong Zijin stood up in surprise. He had no idea what this guy was thinking. "Ye Lou, get down! Don't force yourself!"

"My martial arts have not retreated!"

Ye Louming's eyes snapped open, his ink-black pupils seeming to pierce through the heart, converging on a single point. "This is it, break through!"

The longsword pointed diagonally at the ground, lotus flowers bloomed beneath its feet, and it glided forward on the ground. The ordinary sword strike was simple and unadorned, piercing through the void and slashing towards Jiao Xinghe's legs. The sword waves from all directions only had that one point of attack.

The latter's expression changed drastically, filled with fear, only then realizing that Ye Lou was willing to suffer serious injuries in order to find his weakness.

He suddenly descended from the sky. Despite having the advantage of projecting his spiritual energy, even when Ye Lou got close, he was very confident in his close combat skills. He fought and retreated at the same time, protecting his legs.

However, the weakness had been exposed, and Ye Lou struck first, his sword strike being exquisitely precise.

Jiao Xinghe fought and retreated, his hands and feet in a panic!

"To actually push him to this point, what unwavering dedication to martial arts!" Looking at the scarred wounds on Ye Lou's chest, Tong Zijin felt genuine admiration.

"Break it for me!"

Ye Lou shouted loudly, and suddenly his body turned around, slashing Jiao Xinghe's left leg with his sword, blood flowing freely!

"what!"

Jiao Xinghe cried out in pain, blasting Ye Lou away with a palm strike. A trail of blood flashed through the air as he flew backward.

Ye Lou was panting heavily, his wounds were shocking, and the blow had shaken his internal organs. However, he had a smile on his face. All those injuries hadn't been in vain. He just hadn't expected his opponent to be this strong.

The Three Swords Style, once it finds a weakness, will not give the opponent any chance to counterattack. But in the end, he still managed to defend against his attack; it was ultimately a difference in their levels of skill.

As a result, Ye Lou had no choice but to use his third sword strike, injuring himself by eight hundred times in order to injure the enemy by a thousand!

This is the third sword of the Three Swords Style, ruthless!

Be ruthless to yourself, and even more ruthless to your enemies!

Jiao Xinghe was indeed in a worse state. His face was deathly pale, he was covered in sweat, and his white pants were stained with blood. Although he was injured, Ye Lou was clearly more seriously injured.

The two of them continued to gaze at each other with smiles on their faces.

"That was great! Can we do it again?!"

"Come on, come on!"

The two stood up straight again, their fighting spirit palpable!