Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Under the furious slash of the golden Sword Light, the four throwing knife deviated from their original trajectory and flew outwards, like falling leaves in the wind.    

    

However, what surprised everyone was that after those throwing knife flew a certain distance, they actually all turned around and flew back. Like birds returning to their nests, they all stopped in front of Tang Xiaodao, lined up in a line, and floated indeterminately.    

    

On the other side, Wu Zeyang who had finished slaying the throwing knife also stopped, the Long sword laid horizontally in front of her chest, waiting with concentration.    

    

Tang Xiaodao looked at Wu Zeyang's serious expression, and laughed: "Senior, how is my blade technique?"    

    

Wu Zeyang slowly spoke out, "Wind Attribute, throwing knife technique, don't think too much of it!"    

    

"Again!"    

    

Tang Xiaodao's eyes flashed with a bright light as he pushed out with his two palms. Four throwing knife s shot out at the same time, just like four of them, and they were extremely fast.    

    

Wu Zeyang held the sword with both of his hands, suddenly cutting horizontally, creating a sword image, leaving the sword body, and striking towards the throwing knife.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

When the throwing knife and the sword images met, a deafening explosion resounded.    

    

The sword image was after all lonely, and it was just the shadow of the Spiritual Energy.    

    

However, Wu Zeyang was not disappointed, because it was only a feint, and his true killing move was yet to come.    

    

Taking advantage of the moment when the sword images were stopping the throwing knife, Wu Zeyang quickly brandished his sword, slashing horizontally and vertically, and in the blink of an eye, he had unleashed hundreds of sword attacks.    

    

The Sword Light was heavy, and the golden light was resplendent as it condensed into numerous golden lines in the air, interweaving together.    

    

The lines of golden lines intersected, and although it looked chaotic and messy, the people who were involved could tell that the sword-net was emitting an endless amount of killing intent, as it had sealed off all paths of retreat for the throwing knife.    

    

"It's actually Sword Sealing World!?"    

    

Outside the arena, there were people who recognized Wu Zeyang's sword technique and could not help but cry out.    

    

"Sword Sealing World!? You used the Profound Ranked Martial Technique this early? "    

    

"Looks like Wu Zeyang has already used his full strength and is not prepared to continue wasting time with Tang Xiaodao."    

    

"That's right, not only is Tang Xiaodao's blade technique profound, he also possesses Wind Attribute and can control throwing knife s. We cannot underestimate him anymore."    

    

"At this moment, the two of them have finally used their killing weapons. The victor will be decided very soon."    

    

"Indeed, it's just that, I don't know if it's because Wu Zeyang's sword force is stronger, or if Tang Xiaodao's blade technique is stronger!"    

    

Amidst the shocked cries of the crowd, Wu Zeyang's sword-net had already been formed, and rushed towards Tang Xiaodao's four throwing knife as if it was covering the sky.    

    

Although the four throwing knife were sharp, they were not strong enough to withstand hundreds of Sword Light and were directly devoured.    

    

Of course, being devoured didn't mean losing.    

    

The bodies of the four throwing knife s were surrounded by tornadoes, suddenly changing their direction, they were all fighting on their own, slashing towards the golden light in the sky, wanting to break Wu Zeyang's sword-net.    

    

As for Tang Xiaodao, who was controlling the four throwing knife s, beads of sweat could faintly be seen on his forehead, and his face was slightly pale. It could be seen that controlling these throwing knife s had consumed a lot of energy for him.    

    

Seeing this scene, Wu Zeyang felt that victory was within his grasp, and laughed complacently. "Tang Xiaodao, stop resisting so stubbornly, with just these four throwing knife, it's impossible for you to break my sword-net."    

    

"Who told me I only have four knives?"    

    

Just then, Tang Xiaodao suddenly spoke out, his mouth exposing a mysterious smile.    

    

Following that, under the shocked gazes of Wu Zeyang and the surrounding spectators, Tang Xiaodao actually took out another four identical small knives, and revealed his sharp edges.    

    

"Go!"    

    

With a light shout, both of Tang Xiaodao's hands sprinkled outwards, and four small knives flew out of his hands.    

    

The four blades inside, the four blades outside, all looked like they were fighting on their own, but the truth was that they worked together well, continuously slashing at the golden sword-net.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

Finally, the sword-net broke open, eight small knives converging together, bringing along an endless amount of energy as they shot towards the center of the sword-net.    

    

Wu Zeyang's face turned serious, the Long sword in his hand slashed out, and the tyrannical golden Sword Light surged out, with the sword-net as the point of explosion, it blasted towards the four small knives.    

    

Immediately, a terrifying wave of power exploded forth from the center of the sword-net, like a raging sea that swept out in all directions. The remnant shock wave from the Spiritual Energy struck all the surrounding trees, causing sand and dust to rise into the air.    

    

Intense waves of air sprayed out from the arena and cut the ground. At the same time, they constantly attacked the two people who were exchanging blows. Instantly, they left streaks of blood on the two sides' bodies, looking extremely shocking.    

    

However, both sides continued to persevere. No one retreated, and no one gave in.    

    

The golden sword-net and the eight small knives were in a stalemate. The wind and the sword clashed continuously, emitting explosive sounds, causing their bodies to sway. Their complexions paled, and they seemed to be unable to endure the attack.    

    

Through the golden sword-net, Wu Zeyang shouted loudly, "Tang Xiaodao, you won't win against me. You want to snatch my Fantasy Star Ranking rank, you are not qualified!"    

    

Blood trickled down the corner of Tang Xiaodao's mouth as he shook his head and sighed: "Why must you persist? "If this continues, no one will benefit from it!"    

    

Wu Zeyang held the Long sword in his hand, and a Spiritual Energy leaked out from the sword, and continued to rush towards the center of the sword-net, and said: "So what? Although you have eight blades, but you are still unable to break through my sword-net.    

    

"You are right, the eight blades cannot break your sword-net." At this time, Tang Xiaodao's eyes seemed to shine with stars, he laughed proudly, and said: "However, what you do not know, is that I have a total of nine blades!"    

    

With that said, a small blade appeared in Tang Xiaodao's hand, it was extremely sharp and fierce.