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Wang Long shifted his gaze from Yang Tieyi's slightly numb hand to Zhao Heng's somber face, giving them no further chance.

With a stomp of his foot, the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and he shot straight toward Yang Tieyi like an arrow released from a bow!

Nine celestial sword lights swirled and intertwined around him, like a golden storm, carrying an incomparably sharp sword intent, and crushed towards the two of them.

Yang Tieyi's pupils shrank sharply. He could feel that this strike was heavier than any of the previous ones. The nine sword lights were no longer a test, but carried the decisive power to destroy cities and fortresses.

Instead of retreating, he gritted his teeth and poured all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the silver spear. The spear trembled violently and emitted a deep hum as it thrust out to meet the nine sword lights.

As the spear tip collided with the first sword light, Yang Tieyi felt a numbness in his hand, and the spear suddenly curved in a breathtaking arc.

Immediately following the second and third sword lights, his defense was finally torn apart by the fourth sword light, his spear momentum collapsed, and he was sent flying backward by the impact, rolling twice on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

He tried to stand up, supporting himself with the silver spear, but found that his arm was trembling slightly and his spiritual energy circulation was momentarily sluggish.

Wang Long did not pursue him, because at the same moment Yang Tieyi was repelled, he turned around and faced Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng's dark gold longsword was already brimming with spiritual power, and the runes flowing on the blade were shining brightly. Seeing Wang Long charging towards him, he advanced instead of retreating, and with a low shout, the longsword, wrapped in dark gold light, slashed straight down at the top of Wang Long's head!

Wang Long did not dodge. He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and nine Heavenly Gang Sword Lights converged into a golden light shield in front of his palm, accurately blocking the blade light.

boom!

With a deafening roar, golden light and dark golden blade light exploded in the air, and shockwaves swept in all directions, blowing away rubble and dead branches from the ground, filling the air with dust.

Zhao Heng felt an unexpectedly heavy force surging from the depths of the light shield, which forcefully blocked his sword strike, preventing him from advancing any further.

He gritted his teeth and tried to increase the output of his spiritual power, but found that the power was as deep as an abyss, and no matter how he urged it, he could not budge it in the slightest.

Wang Long looked at him, his tone indifferent.

"It's time to end this."

Before he finished speaking, he pushed with his palm, and the golden light shield suddenly shattered, turning into nine sword lights that simultaneously pierced through Zhao Heng's defensive circle from different directions.

Zhao Heng's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down at the golden light marks that were dissipating from his body, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly released the long sword in his hand, letting it fall to the ground with a crisp thud.

He raised his head, looked at Wang Long with a complicated expression, and spoke after a long while.

"You are indeed...much stronger than I imagined."

Wang Long sheathed his sword, stood in front of him, and did not reply.

Zhao Heng didn't say anything more. The light of teleportation surged from beneath his feet, gradually engulfing his figure. Before the light completely closed in, he took one last look at Wang Long, his voice carrying a hint of relief.

"I underestimated you; you are indeed a worthy opponent!"

With a flash of light, Zhao Heng's figure completely vanished into thin air.

Wang Long turned around and saw Yang Tieyi standing up from the ground, supporting himself with his silver spear. One of his arms was still trembling slightly, but he had a frank smile on his face.

He nodded to Wang Long, his tone crisp and decisive, without a trace of resentment.

"If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. There's nothing more to say. You win."

Wang Long looked at him and nodded slightly.

Yang Tieyi didn't say anything more. The teleportation light also lit up under his feet, and his figure was quickly swallowed by the light and disappeared from the spot.

The viewing platform was completely silent.

In the southern viewing area, the team leader, whose expression had been rather unpleasant, twitched at the corner of his mouth, but ultimately did not utter any harsh words.

The elders beside him also had different expressions, but none of them spoke.

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect subconsciously gripped the armrest, his eyes fixed on the slowly dissipating dark golden light, as if trying to etch the image into his mind, but he made no sound.

In the Central Region spectator area, the teacup in the dark gold robe of the Qian Yuan Sect had gone cold, but he was completely unaware. He was staring intently at the two disappearing dots on the map, his lips moved several times, and finally he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"Zhao Heng... was eliminated?"

The gray-robed old man beside him also had a livid face. He remained silent for a long while before slowly nodding, his tone carrying an undisguised dryness.

"Not only Zhao Heng, but Yang Tieyi from the Southern Region was also eliminated."

"Wang Long fought two opponents at once and won."

A suppressed gasp rippled through the crowd. The elders from the Central Region sects exchanged glances, none of them uttering a word.

The atmosphere in the Tianlan Sect's viewing area was equally tense. The team leader's gaze was fixed on a rapidly moving cyan dot on the map, then glanced at the light blue dot engaged in combat with it, and said in a deep voice.

"Things aren't looking too good for Ling Feng either."

High on the hill, the clash of swords between Ye Niannu and Ling Feng continued, but the situation was gradually changing.

Ling Feng's speed was indeed fast. The Tianlan Sect was known for its agility, and his swordplay was as continuous and smooth as flowing water. Each sword strike was precise and fluid, carrying an almost artistic elegance.

Ye Niannu's movements were equally swift, and her swordplay was even more unpredictable, sometimes as light as the wind and sometimes as heavy as iron. On the hills at the edge of the dense forest, the two exchanged blows, their swords flashing and constantly slicing through the surrounding bushes and dead branches.

After dozens of moves, Ling Feng's sword momentum showed a slight, almost imperceptible, slowdown.

Ye Niannu seized that moment, and the sword light suddenly accelerated, like a streak of emerald lightning, piercing through the gap in Ling Feng's defense and precisely striking his wrist where he was holding the sword.

Ling Feng felt a numbness in his wrist, and the cyan longsword almost slipped from his hand. His body involuntarily leaned back, revealing an opening for a moment.

Without hesitation, Ye Niannu followed up with the sword light, leaving a thin, long trail of light on his chest.

Ling Feng's body stiffened slightly. He looked down at the spreading light trail, remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Ye Niannu with a helpless smile on his lips.

"I must say, you are indeed stronger than the rumors suggest."

Ye Niannu sheathed her sword, tilted her head slightly, and spoke with a hint of a smile.

"You're not bad either, but if you come looking for trouble again next time, I might not go easy on you."

Ling Feng chuckled, offering no rebuttal. A teleportation light shone beneath his feet, and his figure was quickly engulfed by the light, dissipating into the air.

Below the hill, Wang Long stood in the center of the broken clearing. He looked up and saw Ye Niannu gracefully leaping down from the hilltop, landing beside him. She brushed the grass clippings off her skirt and spoke with a smile.

"All done, my lord!"