After resolving all other elite disciples on this continental fragment, with no one else causing trouble.
Wu Tao, Meng Fan, Wang Qingyu, and Zhang Yufei engaged in one-on-one duels to determine the ultimate victor.
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Meng Fan faced Wu Tao.
Wang Qingyu faced Zhang Yufei.
Meng Fan lowered his eyelids, staring at Wu Tao, and said word by word, "Let me remind you, I have comprehended the Intent of Wind. If you don't want to get hurt, you can choose to surrender."
What, Meng Fan comprehended the Intent of Wind!!!
As Wu Tao, Wang Qingyu, and Zhang Yufei were surprised, they couldn't help but sigh that this guy had hidden his strength too deeply.
The Intent of Wind, like the Intent of Saber, Intent of Sword, Intent of Spear, etc., was difficult to comprehend and even more difficult to improve, becoming harder the further one progressed.
Among the younger generation of Foundation Establishment cultivators, anyone who comprehended something like the Intent of Wind, Intent of Sword, Intent of Saber, Intent of Spear, etc., was absolutely an elite existence.
This meant that Meng Fan, who had comprehended the Intent of Wind, was a whole tier higher than Meng Fan who hadn't, with a very obvious gap.
A gust of wind blew, and Wu Tao placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, saying indifferently, "The application of the Intent of Wind is also a subject of study. I wonder to what extent you can wield the Intent of Wind."
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Several years ago, Wu Tao was chased by Lu Shaolin, who had comprehended the Intent of Water, in a desperate flight.
Lu Shaolin's mastery of the Intent of Water "back then" had reached the minor accomplishment stage, but his application methods were too crude and not flexible enough, far from completely mastering the Intent of Water.
Therefore, Wu Tao had the opportunity to escape when Lu Shaolin was careless a few years ago.
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The cultivation of Intent had three levels.
The first level: Mountains are mountains, water is water, I am me! Borrowing the great momentum of heaven and earth for one's own use; this is the beginning of cultivating Intent.
The second level: Mountains are not mountains, water is not water, I am not me. This is when Intent reaches a certain realm, no longer borrowing the great momentum of heaven and earth, but pursuing the unity of heaven and man, integrating the power of heaven and earth into oneself.
The third level: Seeing mountains as mountains, seeing water as water, and still being myself! This Intent is to have attained transcendent wisdom, entering the ultimate realm, I am the Dao, the Dao is me.
These three levels of Intent almost encompassed everything in spells, secret arts, and divine abilities. The span was vast, and even a slight difference in level created a chasm that was insurmountable.
Wu Tao did not believe Meng Fan could reach the second level. In fact, the second level was too far from the Foundation Establishment stage. The second level, mountains are not mountains, water is not water, I am not me, was already a realm close to the Nascent Soul stage.
Foundation Establishment cultivators could not comprehend it directly; they could only accumulate it step by step, steadily.
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"The first level of the Intent of Wind is enough to crush you, why would I need anything else!"
Boom!!!
The ancient remnant treasure, the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip, erupted with immense power.
Infused with the Intent of Wind, the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip unleashed continuous whip shadows, like a great river, ceaseless and unstoppable, crushing everything in its path.
"Bring it on! I hope you won't be discouraged later." Wu Tao drew his Chuxi Sword halfway from its scabbard, felt Meng Fan's released Intent of Wind, and secretly shook his head.
As he expected, the opponent's application of the Intent of Wind was not overly refined.
Despite the power added by the Intent of Wind, the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip appeared powerful but lacked compactness, with numerous flaws.
However, to others, Meng Fan's strength was indeed terrifying.
He swung the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip continuously, like a river bursting its banks, a flood overflowing, with an unstoppable momentum.
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"Sword Splits the Void!"
In terms of combat power, Wu Tao's swordsmanship, enhanced by the Intent of Sword, was naturally no less than Meng Fan's strength, perhaps even superior.
At this moment, the swordsmanship displayed by Wu Tao, driven by the Intent of Sword, was filled with destructive power in every move and stance, possessing the momentum of surging winds and moving mountains.
"Clang!"
A string of sparks appeared. After the continuous clash between the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip and the Chuxi Sword, the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip was flung away by the residual force.
"Galaxy Inverted, Ten Thousand Whip Shadows!"
Meng Fan was startled, but his hands did not falter.
His body spun in mid-air, and the Jade-Green Eighty-Three Section Whip attacked in all directions, a torrent of unstoppable whip shadows surging forth, filling the air with killing intent.
"Crack crack crack!"
Countless whip shadows tore through the void, a dense mass.
Meng Fan was confident he could finish Wu Tao in one go.
However, Wu Tao merely shifted his sword-wielding posture slightly, and at this moment, it felt as if he held the entire world in his grasp.
The Dao of Sword commands the heavens and earth, unrestrained and invincible!
Where the sword tip passed, it was like the manifestation of the Great Dao, the interplay of Yin and Yang, instantly shattering the countless whip shadows into dust, turning them to ash.
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Facing the formidable sword energy attacking him, Meng Fan immediately twisted his body, like a bird in the air, evading the intrusion of the sword energy and retaliating in turn.
A ferocious and immense hurricane surged towards Wu Tao.
Meng Fan cultivated a top-tier technique in the immortal cultivation world: the Wind God's Rage Heart Art!
Meng Fan was a prominent figure among the younger generation of inner disciples of the Taiyi Immortal Sect; it was impossible for him not to possess some skill.
The Wind God's Rage Heart Art, combined with the Intent of Wind, complemented each other. Meng Fan could advance to fight, and retreat to fight, with no obvious flaws.
If it were someone else with slightly weaker strength, they would have been defeated upon meeting him, with no chance of turning the tide.
"Split!"
As the fierce wind struck, Wu Tao held the Chuxi Sword with both hands, unleashing a massive sword qi that directly split the ferocious hurricane in two.
"That's about it!"
At this moment, a sharp glint flashed in Wu Tao's eyes.
Up to this point, he had not even exerted seventy to eighty percent of his strength.
Besides adding some amusement to himself, the more important reason was that Wang Qingyu, one of the Nine Great Holy Sons, was also concealing his strength.
Meng Fan's Intent of Wind was indeed strong, but unfortunately, in front of Wu Tao, whose Intent of Sword had already been sublimated, the Intent of Wind was simply not enough to impress. It could neither affect his state nor threaten him.
The duel, having reached this point, should conclude.
Wu Tao took a step forward, golden-yellow sword qi emanating from the Chuxi Sword, heavy and sharp. With each sword strike, it seemed like a mountain peak was descending. Although the sword moves were slow, Meng Fan could not evade them, and each sword landed on him.
One after another, blood spurted out, exceptionally conspicuous. Wu Tao slashed thirty-six times, like thirty-six mountain peaks suppressing him. Thirty-six bloodstains almost covered Meng Fan's entire body.
Meng Fan staggered back, his crimson clothes almost dyed red with blood.
How could this be!
Disbelief flashed in his eyes, Meng Fan's face contorted, and with a roar, he said, "I have not lost yet. Until the very last moment, no one knows who will die and who will live."
"If I wanted to kill you, I would have already succeeded. Now I tell you, I am about to use my full power. Do you dare to block it?"
"Do you still need me to draw my third sword?"
Meng Fan was instantly speechless, his posture frozen.
He hadn't even had time to counterattack just now. His head felt cold; at that moment, he had been incredibly close to death.
"Why is this happening? I was defeated so quickly. Why did I lose?"
Meng Fan did not understand, not at all. Suddenly, fear arose in his heart, and he realized Wu Tao's terror for the first time.
In the previous exchanges, the opponent had not been serious because, with his own strength, he was no match for him.
Wu Tao knew what the other was thinking. Strictly speaking, Meng Fan's strength was indeed good.
He was slightly stronger than he was before obtaining the ancient sword cultivator inheritance and the desolate ancient Buddhist Dao inheritance.
Unfortunately, Wu Tao was no longer the Wu Tao of the past.
Meng Fan finally voluntarily surrendered and left the battlefield.
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Wang Qingyu versus Zhang Yufei.
From the previous duels, it was evident that Wang Qingyu, one of the Nine Great Holy Sons, was slightly superior to Zhang Yufei.
However, strength is strength, and battle is battle. Although they are directly related, they are not equivalent.
It was not uncommon in the immortal cultivation world for the weaker to defeat the stronger, especially since the gap between the two was not extremely large. Who would win, who would lose, still needed to be determined by a fight.
Right from the start, Zhang Yufei utilized the speed of his lightning attribute to create distance, ascending into the air to gain a superior position.
Wang Qingyu, also aware that his speed was inferior to Zhang Yufei's, adopted a strategy of relentless pressure and steady advancement.
"Lightning Storm!"
The lightning attribute spiritual power, combined with the Lightning Flash and Thunderclap Purple Light Divine Mirror, instantly boosted Zhang Yufei's attack power to its limit, sweeping towards Wang Qingyu.
"Ice Falls Upon the Mortal World - Saber Cuts Through the Heavens!"
If Zhang Yufei's attack was like lightning stacked together, capable of converging and dispersing, converging into an indestructible thunderbolt thorn, and dispersing into a pervasive lightning storm.
Then Wang Qingyu's attack was an extremely focused offensive saber qi. When the two collided, the lightning storm and saber qi flew everywhere, wantonly cutting and destroying the earth.
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Swish!
The figure flickered, and Wang Qingyu burst out of the lightning storm, instantly appearing in mid-air.
He slashed horizontally towards Zhang Yufei, but Zhang Yufei, who had been alerted, dodged it and immediately retaliated with two arcs of lightning.
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Wang Qingyu's right hand whirled, and the ice saber spun violently like a top, drawing countless saber marks in the void, once again pressing towards Zhang Yufei.
"Do you think this meager trick can defeat me??"
Zhang Yufei sneered disdainfully. The Lightning Flash and Thunderclap Purple Light Divine Mirror erupted with even more terrifying power, striking towards Wang Qingyu.
"Ice Heaven and Snow Earth... Saber Chills the Heart!"
Wang Qingyu brandished his ice saber, unleashing the secret art "One Saber, Extreme Speed, Instantaneous Light Kill," instantly unleashing a stunning saber light.
*Slash!*
Caught off guard and unable to dodge, Zhang Yufei's left arm was severed.
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"I concede!" Seeing that Zhang Yufei had lost the will to resist, Wang Qingyu landed on the ground.
Zhang Yufei also landed on the stage. He looked down at his missing left arm and his blood-stained clothes, saying in a muffled voice, "I lost. I didn't expect you to have this move."
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