The first Xiantian ninth-level grandmaster, the Young Master of Mingjian peak, Yi Tianxing, was the first to enter the arena.

"Hahaha, I've long heard that Yi Tianxing's swordsmanship is superb. I'm here to have a taste today!"

A martial arts cultivator flew up to the ring. He was also a ninth-level Xiantian master!

His posture was very arrogant, his aura was powerful, and his voice was very arrogant. He was a new ninth-level Xiantian master in the martial arts world!

However, there were also strong and weak ninth-level Xiantian masters. The moment he stepped onto the stage, he was defeated by Yi Tianxing in one move and returned in a sorry state. After that, a few more people appeared. Yi Tianxing did not waste any time and directly fought. But without exception, after a few moves, they were still defeated. In the eyes of ordinary martial artists, Yi Tianxing was a little too strong. It was a chilling sight. However, He Chuan and some of the other experts could clearly see that it was not Yi Tianxing who was too strong. It was the other ninth-level Xiantian cultivators who were too weak. These people were the newly advanced ninth-level Xiantian cultivators who had taken medicine.

Moreover, being a ninth-level Xiantian cultivator was destined not to go far. It was just an appetizer. "The warm-up is over. Let me fight you!" Another ninth-level Xiantian cultivator spoke.

It was the head of the Zhou family, one of the three aristocratic families.

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"Please!" Yi Tianxing's expression was grave. The two of them immediately engaged in a fierce battle. After a few dozen moves, the Zhou Clan's sect leader let out a loud roar and slammed his palm on Yi Tianxing's chest like a lion that had just escaped its cage. Yi Tianxing was sent flying while spitting out blood. In the surrounding area, the Zhou Clan disciples were excitedly cheering for the might of the sect leader. The Zhou Clan leader stood on the high platform and looked at the crowd. Before the judge could open his mouth, a cold voice was heard. "I'll fight you!" His voice was as sharp as a sword, filled with battle intent. The audience followed the voice and looked over. They couldn't help but be shocked. It was Zhao Wuji, the sect leader of Tianjian Peak. It was rumored in the pugilistic world that the Zhou family's head once attacked the Zhou family's head but was repelled by Zhao Wuji's emotionless sword. The two became mortal enemies, and now, it seemed that it was true.

Whoosh! As he swung his sword, the cold sword light illuminated the sky. At the same time, a clear and hard sound of a sword rang through the world. The sound of the sword was filled with soul-stirring power and a cold and sharp killing intent spread. Everyone's swords trembled uncontrollably. Some of the warriors who used swords even felt a natural suppression, making them unable to even draw their swords.

"This is sword intent!"

"Zhao Wuji has actually comprehended sword intent!" All the half-step saint cultivators' expressions changed, and they sat straight. In the cultivation of martial Dao, everyone was different. After reaching a particular realm, they had no choice but to start cultivating their own martial Dao's true meaning. Sword cultivators cultivated sword will, sword cultivators cultivated saber will, and martial artists who were good at fighting cultivated fist will. This was the only way to advance in martial arts and the path to becoming a strong person. Cultivating the true meaning of martial Dao was equivalent to stepping onto another stage of martial Dao.

"Master, have you cultivated the true meaning of the sword?" Lia asked in confusion. "I have!" He Chuan replied.

Of course, he had cultivated the true meaning of martial Dao.

Otherwise, how could he have entered the seventh rank of saint cultivator?

"What kind of martial Dao intent does Master have?" Lia asked. "Saber intent, sword intent, spear intent, and staff intent of a saber." He Chuan thought for a moment. He had forgotten some of them, but he had basically mastered them.

Lia was dumbfounded. Just how powerful was her Master to have comprehended so many martial Dao true intents!

On the arena. Zhao Wuji unsheathed his sword. The sword light was cold, and the sword intent circulated, making all the Grandmaster experts present apprehensive! And as far as they knew, among the ninth-level Xiantian masters in the pugilistic world, Zhao Wuji seemed to be the first to cultivate sword intent! Sect leader Zhou's expression changed drastically! A few days ago, when he attacked Zhao Wuji, the other party still had not cultivated sword intent. Still, only a few days later, Zhao Wuji had actually cultivated sword intent. Moreover, he could feel that the sword intent was obviously extraordinary. It was indestructible and merciless will shook his consciousness. He roared and used all his strength to resist. The palm of his hand was like the blazing sun, emitting a blazing ball of light, blocking Zhao Wuji's sword light. However, the sword's intent was invisible, penetrating his body and directly attacking his soul. Sect leader Zhou's body staggered. His face turned pale, and he vomited blood as he was sent flying. He struggled to get up, but he was powerless. His eyes revealed shock and fear looking at the sword-wielding Zhao Wuji! He couldn't even block one move! Was the sword intent really that terrifying?

"If you want to kill, then kill!" Sect leader Zhou said dejectedly as he stretched his neck. Zhao Wuji looked at him with cold eyes for a moment, put away his sword, and once again walked back to the high platform saying, "Please enlighten me, Eminent Monk of Shaolin!" Sect leader Zhou felt bitter. He knew that Zhao Wuji saw that the war was about to begin, so he spared his life. However, there was also a hint of contempt in it.

He did not say anything more and was helped back to his seat by the Zhou family's disciples to take medicine to treat his injuries. Zhao Wuji was crazy enough actually to dare to directly challenge a Shaolin Master.

"This one would like to compare notes from Master Zhiyuan's brilliant moves!"

Of course, the Shaolin disciples would not be afraid!

Zhi Yuan chanted Amitabha, then flew onto the stage and began to fight with Zhao Wuji. Both of them were fighting calmly without any killing intent. It was as if the two martial arts masters were communicating with each other. Many low-realm martial artists were fascinated by this.

In particular, some of the moves the two of them used were simplified, giving them different insights after dozens of movements. Groan! Zhao Wuji once again used sword intent.

Zhi Yuan used all his strength to block it, but he was still defeated.

But Zhi Yuan did not fall, opening his mouth to admit defeat, acknowledging Zhao Wuji's formidable strength. All the ninth-level Xiantian masters present fell silent. Zhao Wuji, who had formed sword intent, was terrifyingly strong! The Tianjian Peak let out a burst of cheers. But at this moment, a loud laugh came from the direction of the Nine Holy Palace.

"Hahaha, without the Tiger in the mountain, the monkey will be the king!" The man laughed and jumped out of the Kongtong Sect. He wore a large black cloak embroidered with skulls and carried a treasured saber on his back. His eyes were as cold as the stars as he overlooked the entire scene. His domineering and powerful aura made the surrounding people instantly quiet down.

"I, Guang Cheng, am here to learn from your skills!" Guang Cheng raised his chin, looking aggressive and arrogant.

Guang Cheng Daoist's cruel and merciless style terrified the people of martial arts. When Zhao Wuji saw Guang Cheng, he couldn't help but tense up. His expression was particularly cautious and severe. A sword cry!

Zhao Wuji quickly drew out his sword. The sword light slashed down, and the sword's intent was vast and mighty. He used all his strength. Whoost!

Guang Cheng Daoist attacked with his blade. There was no blade intent, but the blade light was much stronger than Zhao Wuji's.

The moment the sword light and the saber Light collided, the sword intent struck Guang Cheng. Blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth. He roared and rushed over again with his saber. The blade light rolled towards Zhao Wuji.

The sword ray was shattered, and the saber ray continued to slash down. With an indestructible momentum, it broke the high platform.

The two of them fought speed with speed. The sword and the saber collided, causing sparks to fly.