The sword is the only one that can lead to enlightenment once a month

Chapter 22: Ruthless Swordsman Li Daoxuan

Soon, the game begins.

Chen Fan’s first match was against a warrior in the late stage of Condensation Realm.

It is worth mentioning here that because the quality of this class is somewhat lower than the one three years later, among the seventy-two people, there are no more than forty young masters in the Baoyuan realm, and the ratio is about fifty-fifty with the young masters in the Ningzhen realm.

There was no suspense at all, Chen Fan defeated his opponent with one move.

In the next few rounds, no masters worthy of attention were encountered, and no one could force Chen Fan to use his second move.

The same goes for other seeded players. They all encountered young masters who were ranked lower. They easily defeated their opponents and seized the dragon vein energy.

However, in the fifteenth round, Chen Fan met an interesting opponent, or an "acquaintance".

A young man with a stern expression, whose face did not change at all even when facing Chen Fan, a top master of the younger generation who was guaranteed to be in the top three and had a chance to be the first, the ruthless swordsman Li Daoxuan.

He stood opposite Chen Fan, who was dressed in a white robe, with a faint smile on his face and a graceful demeanor, with a distance of nearly a hundred meters between them.

"I know I'm no match for you, but I still want to try."

Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, but there was no emotion in his words, as if he was talking to a dead person. To be honest, it was a bit disrespectful.

But Chen Fan knew that this was because of the "Ruthless Art" that Li Daoxuan practiced, so he was not dissatisfied.

"please."

Chen Fan signaled the other party to take action first, because he knew that after he took action, Li Daoxuan would no longer have room to resist.

Zheng~
A loud sword sound resounded throughout the arena, and several meters long silver-white sword energy slashed out diagonally. The sword energy was condensed and sharp, and at the same time, an inexplicable momentum attached to the sword energy, giving it the illusion that it was unmatched.

"He also comprehended the sword's meaning!"

someone exclaimed.

"That's right."

There was a flash of satisfaction in Chen Fan's eyes. As the future ruthless swordsman, he was already in the late stage of the Condensation Realm. How could he not have comprehended the sword intent? He must be waiting here.

"Unfortunately, although this sword intent is good, its foundation is still too shallow. It is only about 20% at best."

Chen Fan shook his head, turned his right hand into a claw, and swung it out. A giant claw condensed from purple true energy appeared out of thin air, crushed the sword energy, and then went towards Li Daoxuan without reducing its offensive power.

Li Daoxuan was also a man who had experienced many battles. Seeing this scene, he slashed out several silver-white sword auras in succession, each of which was as powerful as the previous one. Then he used his lightness skills to avoid it without hesitation.

boom!
The sword energy was shattered, and the giant purple claws slammed on the light curtain. The arena shook violently, and ripples appeared on the dark blue light curtain.

"call."

After barely avoiding the attack, Li Daoxuan realized that the gap between himself and Chen Fan was as insurmountable as a chasm, and took a deep breath.

"I suddenly realized the meaning of sword in the battle, and also learned a unique move. This sword was created only for killing people. Once it is used, I will not be able to control it. Please be careful."

"No problem, just use it."

Li Daoxuan tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and his figure flashed, instantly shortening the distance between him and Chen Fan to several meters. He pointed out the sword, and a ray of cold light, wrapped in sword intent and shocking murderous intent, struck out.

In an instant, many Baoyuan realm warriors in the audience felt a chill, as if someone was pointing a sword at their heads.

"Kill!"

Facing this sword, Chen Fan did not dodge or evade. He narrowed his eyes, and three purple dots of light seemed to flash in his pupils. The strong and violent thunder-type true qi instantly covered his whole body, forming a three-inch thick true qi shield to protect his body. The peak of the middle stage of Baoyuan Realm!
The tenth level of Purple Thunder Divine Art!
Only in this way did Chen Fan feel safe. After all, swordsmen, especially those who have comprehended the meaning of sword, are best at attacking, and this one looks like a move to break the surface with a point.

Chen Fan was afraid that the protective Qi of the middle stage of Bao Yuan Realm could not withstand this attack, so he temporarily improved his cultivation to the peak level of the middle stage of Bao Yuan Realm. Although it was only an improvement within a small realm, the protective Qi was at least 30% stronger.

"This kid has so many hidden cards, one after another. No one knows what kind of hidden card he will pull out next."

On the stage, Emperor Cang Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

"Bah!"

The tip of the sword pierced into the purple protective Qi shield, but this sword, which was so powerful that it made people's hair stand on end, only penetrated one-third of the way, and then it was stuck, and it could not be pushed in or pulled out.

Li Daoxuan's already fair complexion turned pale, he let go of his hand, and said bitterly: "I give up."

Not to mention that for a swordsman, the sword is his second life. Without the sword, his strength will be reduced by at least 50%. What's more, even if he has a sword in his hand, what can he do?

Chen Fan dispersed the protective Qi, grasped the sword stuck on the protective Qi shield, and threw it to Li Daoxuan with his face as usual.

"Your sword power is sharp, but your basic strength is too weak. If your cultivation was at the early stage of Bao Yuan Realm, you might be able to break my body-protecting Qi."

Li Daoxuan nodded.

In the audience, the Seven Star Pavilion Master stroked his long beard and said, "Xinghen, are you still confident now?"

At the side, Xing Hen remained silent, his eyes fixed on Chen Fan in the arena, blue light flickered in his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly spoke.

"If that's all, 70-30."

The Seven Star Pavilion Master smiled but said nothing more.

On the other side of the audience, the Lord of Xuankong Mountain frowned and also looked at the young man beside him.

"Sheng'er, how confident are you in facing him?"

Sikong Sheng was silent for a moment, and said: "He is at the peak of the late Condensation Realm, halfway through. If he can be promoted to the early Baoyuan Realm, he has a 20% chance of success, because I feel that he did not try his best."

All in all, the current Sikong Sheng is no match for Chen Fan at all.

The Lord of Xuankong Mountain nodded, and a thoughtful look flashed in his majestic tiger eyes.

On the other side, the competition in the arena continued. Chen Fan was not interested in watching the competition, but chose to close his eyes and rest.

Because in his eyes, most of them are no different from children playing house, and his strength has already caught up with many warriors of the older generation.

However, this one attracted his interest.

Sikong Sheng vs Black Dragon Prince Zhao Long

If for no other reason, he just likes to see Zhao Long get beaten up. Why? Of course it's because Chen Fan is narrow-minded and doesn't like him.

Zhao Long was wearing a black robe with an image of a black dragon with bared fangs and claws, which, combined with his tall and upright figure, gave him a rather imposing aura.

As for Sikong Sheng, he had his hands behind his back with a stern expression. Although he was young, his kingly aura dominated everyone.

These two people are actually quite similar in one aspect, they are both very arrogant.

However, Zhao Long's pride comes from his status, the kind of pride, arrogance and contempt for everything in his bones, while Sikong Sheng's pride comes from his own talent and strength. He is proud and has his own principles.

(End of this chapter)