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At the Xuantian Domain Conference, the fierce competition on the stage gradually subsided, and the audience was still enthusiastic. However, the Domain Master sitting in the main seat remained expressionless, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was indifferent to any fluctuations in the field. The Domain Master wore a black robe, and his aura was unfathomable, as if the power of heaven and earth gathered around him, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression. Although everyone knew that he was a legendary existence, no one dared to disturb him rashly, and even looking at him for a second seemed disrespectful.

The leaders of other sects also just looked at the scene calmly. Although they occasionally nodded and praised the performance of their disciples, they mostly just glanced at them casually. The people sitting on the high platform were all extraordinary. Each of them was a top figure in each sect, controlling a force with overwhelming power. Their aura was hidden, but the pressure they occasionally revealed was enough to make the people around them feel awe, for fear of angering these peerless masters.

The leader of the Tianxing Sect glanced sideways and chatted with several other sect leaders beside him: "This competition is just the opening. The young people's petty fights are really nothing to watch." Although his voice was light, it revealed confidence and contempt, as if the competition on the ring was just an ordinary exchange.

The leader of the Blood Knife Sect who was sitting nearby sneered with a hint of disdain in his eyes: "Although these geniuses have potential, they are not yet at the level where they can change the situation. The real showdown cannot be decided by this one game." Although his words were light, they clearly contained murderous intent, and it was obvious that he had already made plans for the future.

However, several sect leaders exchanged glances tacitly, each with a meaningful smile. Even though there were conflicts and disputes between sects, in the face of absolute interests, their goals were surprisingly consistent, all looking to the future.

The moment Ye Fan stepped into the ring, the surrounding discussions suddenly quieted down, and then there were low conversations and whispers. As the top talent of Tianxing Sect in recent years, he has attracted countless expectant eyes. Standing in the center of the ring, his figure is calm and confident, with extraordinary momentum between his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, as if the surrounding eyes are just a breeze passing by, failing to stir up a ripple in his heart.

Some disciples of Tianxing Sect had reverence and expectation in their eyes. They whispered to each other: "This time when Senior Brother Ye Fan appears, he will definitely deal a heavy blow to Blood Knife Sect." "Yes, I heard that he practiced the rare Tianlong Horn after the auction, and his strength has skyrocketed. He is no longer the same as before!" There was a hint of excitement and pride in their discussions. They had long been accustomed to the glory that Ye Fan brought to Tianxing Sect.

But on the other side, most of the Blood Knife Sect's disciples sneered, their eyes full of disdain and hostility: "A kid with poor talent is so arrogant." "He dares to act so arrogantly because he has the support of that beautiful elder. Now he wants to challenge the elites of our Blood Knife Sect. He is really courting death." As they spoke, a disciple in a purple robe walked out from the crowd of Blood Knife Sect. He had a gloomy temperament and a disdainful smile on his lips.

The man walked slowly towards the ring, gently brushed off the dust on his sleeves, slowly raised his eyes, and glanced at Ye Fan coldly. This man was one of the core disciples of the Blood Blade Sect, Xue Li. Xue Li was thin, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he had a fierce murderous intent. He was wearing a purple robe with the unique emblem of the Blood Blade Sect embroidered on it. He put his hands in his sleeves, and his whole body exuded a sinister and cold aura.

"Ye Fan," Xue Li said coldly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule, "I have heard of you during this Xuantian Domain Conference. However, it is surprising that you can get to this point with just a little luck and background. The Tianxing Sect is really becoming more and more decadent."

Ye Fan heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, he was not moved at all, instead he smiled coldly and replied: "The Blood Blade Sect's methods are despicable, why bother to involve my background? Today I came to this arena to let you know that I, Ye Fan, have never relied on others to become strong!"

Xue Li's face darkened and he snorted coldly: "Arrogant! Today, let me clean up the house for the Blood Knife Sect and let you know the price of offending the Blood Knife Sect." As soon as he finished speaking, a dark red scimitar suddenly appeared in his hand. The blade was glowing with a strange blood light, as if it had been filled with blood.

When the audience saw this, many of them gasped and thought to themselves, "This is the 'Blood Soul Sword' of the Blood Sword Sect. Legend has it that this sword feeds on blood and is extremely powerful." Some disciples of the Tianxing Sect had solemn expressions. Although they had full confidence in Ye Fan, they also knew that the Blood Sword Sect's methods were vicious and changeable.

Ye Fan looked at Xue Li's actions coldly, his expression calm. He slowly stretched out his palm, and a green light emerged from his palm, turning into a green sword. The blade flashed with cold light and carried a sharp aura. He did not rush to attack, but stared at Xue Li and said coldly: "You, the Blood Blade Sect, have committed many evils, and today is the day to settle accounts."

Upon hearing this, Xue Li did not get angry but laughed instead. He stared at Ye Fan sinisterly and whispered, "Haha, it's useless to be tough! Prepare to die!" The next moment, his figure suddenly flashed and he pounced towards Ye Fan like a ghost. The bloody knife cut through the air and chopped down towards Ye Fan's chest with a sharp sound. The speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged, the Qingguang Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he suddenly turned around to avoid the first wave of Xue Li's attack, and then he swung a sword back, as fast as the wind, directly at the side of Xue Li's neck. Xue Li's eyes turned cold, and he turned his body, also quickly avoiding, and then swung his sword to counterattack, the swords and shadows intertwined, and the two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, switching between offense and defense, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

In the audience, some knowledgeable elders could not help but nod and admire: "This Ye Fan really has some strength. It seems that the Tianxing Sect really has a ruthless man." However, the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect all had gloomy expressions. They knew Xue Li's strength, and he was one of the best among the younger generation of the Blood Knife Sect. Now he was forced into such a difficult situation by Ye Fan, and they couldn't help but feel surprised.

The battle continued to heat up, and the two men's moves became more and more fierce. Xue Li snorted coldly, and the Blood Soul Sword in his hand suddenly lit up with a dark red light. He shouted loudly: "The sea of ​​blood is boundless!" Immediately, a torrent of blood gushed out from the sword, and instantly turned into a blood-colored sword shadow, slashing towards Ye Fan wildly. The entire sky above the arena seemed to be shrouded in blood, with a torrent of murderous aura.

Ye Fan's eyes condensed, and the spiritual power in his body circulated wildly. The spiritual energy on the green sword surged, and then he shouted in a low voice: "Dragon Sword Shadow!" Green light shot up into the sky, and the shadow of the green dragon whistled out from the sword's edge, colliding head-on with the blood-colored sword shadow. In an instant, the spiritual energy on the ring was shaken, and the explosion sound of the collision of the sword light and sword shadow resounded around, setting off a gust of wind.

The two men each took a few steps back, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that the collision just now had caused them both to suffer serious internal injuries. However, Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced instead, seizing the opportunity and sweeping out with a sword. The sword energy was extremely sharp, as if it was unstoppable.

Xue Li's face darkened, and he could only swing his sword to block in a hurry, but Ye Fan's attack was continuous, like waves sweeping over, forcing Xue Li to retreat step by step.

The audience around watched with bated breath, especially the disciples of the Blood Blade Sect, whose faces were extremely ugly. They thought to themselves, "This Ye Fan is so strong!"

Xue Li gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold on, with the murderous intent in his eyes becoming more and more intense: "Ye Fan, do you think you have won like this? Blood Soul Sword - bury your life!" He growled, and the blood in his body surged. A strong blood light suddenly burst out from the Blood Soul Sword, like a violent blood-colored giant snake, rushing straight towards Ye Fan with terrifying momentum.

Ye Fan looked stern, without any fear. The green sword in his hand shone brightly again as he displayed the essence of the Tianlong Sword Technique. The shadow of a green dragon vaguely appeared in the sword light, and it collided with the blood-colored giant snake in the air. Under the explosion of spiritual energy, a strong wind raged around the arena.

Finally, with a deafening roar, Xue Li's sword energy was defeated by the Azure Dragon Sword Shadow, and the whole person was knocked out and fell heavily on the edge of the ring, spurting blood from his mouth. Ye Fan stood there, as steady as a rock, looking at Xue Li coldly.

There was silence around the arena, and then there was a burst of exclamations. The disciples of the Tianxing Sect cheered, their faces full of excitement and pride, while the disciples of the Xuedao Sect were all pale, their eyes full of anger and shock.

Even the Lord of Xuantian Domain on the high platform glanced at Ye Fan when no one was paying attention, and then closed his eyes again.