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Zhao Qi smiled slightly and said: "In that case, then I will go and meet him."

The leader was tall and had arrogant eyes. He was none other than the core disciple of Lingjian Sect—Li Piaomiao.

Li Miaomiao glanced around the disciples of the Tianyang Sect, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "The Tianyang Sect is really in decline. It can't even find a decent opponent."

The disciples of Tianyang Sect were furious when they heard this and drew their swords towards each other.

Zhao Qi walked forward with a calm expression, raised his hands and said: "Senior Brother Li Mianmiao, you have come from afar, and Tianyang Sect should treat you with courtesy. But if you come here to provoke, don't blame us for being rude."

Li Piaomiao glanced at Zhao Qi, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Who are you? Are you worthy of talking to me?"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly: "I am Zhao Qi, a disciple of the inner sect of Tianyang Sect. Senior Brother Li Miaomiao is famous in the world of immortal cultivation. I am lucky enough to meet you today, so I should ask you for some advice."

Li Pianmiao sneered: "Hmph, you are good at talking. But I will not show mercy just because of your compliments. I am here today to defeat you and let Tianyang Sect know how powerful our Spirit Sword Sect is!"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Li's words are wrong. The way to cultivate immortality depends on chance and strength. Today you and I compete, no matter the outcome, it is an encouragement and spur to each other. Please!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation. Li Piaomiao didn't waste any time. She flashed her body and turned into a sword light to attack Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi was well prepared and cleverly avoided Li Miaomiao's attack with a movement of his body. The two of them fought together in the martial arts field, their sword energy criss-crossed, and they were inseparable.

Li Piaomiao sneered: "Hmph, how dare a nobody dare to challenge me? Well, I'll let you see the swordsmanship of Lingjian Sect!"

Zhao Qi was well prepared and cleverly avoided Li Miaomiao's attack with a movement of his body. The two of them fought together in the martial arts field, their swords were full of energy, and they were inseparable.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Tianyang Sect cheered and cheered for Zhao Qi.

The monks of Lingjian Sect were shocked. They did not expect that there was such a master in Tianyang Sect.

The surrounding disciples held their breaths to watch this fierce battle.

They knew that this was not just an ordinary competition, but also a direct dialogue between the two factions.

After a fierce battle, Li Miaomiao gradually felt that Zhao Qi was not just an ordinary person. His swordsmanship was exquisite and varied, making him difficult to guard against.

And Zhao Qi also discovered that although Li Miaomiao's swordsmanship was extremely sharp, it lacked agility and change, and seemed to be bound by some fixed routine.

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena at Tianyangmen was tense and solemn. The sun shines through the sparse clouds, adding a touch of golden color to the fierce contest.

Zhao Qi is dressed in white, like a sword fairy coming to the world, while Li Miaomiao is dressed in black like ink, like a demon sword reborn.

The two stood at opposite ends of the martial arts arena, and sparks seemed to fly when their eyes met.

"Zhao Qi, you are indeed worthy of your reputation." Li Miaomiao said coldly, with a hint of approval in his voice, "But today, I will definitely defeat you to prove the majesty of my Spirit Sword Sect."

Zhao Qi smiled slightly and said with a calm expression: "Senior Brother Li is serious, winning or losing is normal. It is a blessing to be able to compete with you today."

"Stop talking nonsense and look at the sword!" Li Piaomiao moved and turned into a black sword light and attacked Zhao Qi.

His swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, and each sword seemed to tear the air apart.

Zhao Qi did not panic. His figure was as erratic as the wind, and he cleverly avoided Li Miaomiao's attack.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand also turned into streaks of silver light, which intertwined with Li Piaomiao's black sword light, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The two men's swordsmanship is exquisite, and every move and style contains profound sword intent and endless changes.

The audience held their breath for fear of missing any detail. Yi Wuxiao and others clenched their fists nervously, sweating for Zhao Qi.

For a moment, the martial arts arena was filled with sword energy, and the figures of the two people passed each other in the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Li Miaomiao became more courageous as he fought, and his sword skills became more and more powerful. Every sword strike seemed to kill Zhao Qi. However, Zhao Qi can always turn danger into danger and turn defeat into victory at critical moments.

"What an exquisite swordsmanship!" Elder Chen Guang exclaimed from the side, "Zhao Qi is indeed a swordsman wizard."

"Yes, his swordsmanship seems to contain a unique artistic conception and rhythm, which makes people hard to guard against." Elder Ao Shi also nodded in agreement.

Although Li Miaomiao was powerful, she seemed a little powerless in the face of Zhao Qi's exquisite swordsmanship.

He was secretly surprised: "Zhao Qi's swordsmanship is so profound and unpredictable. No wonder he can defeat the core disciple of my Spirit Sword Sect."

But he was not willing to be defeated, so he took a deep breath, circulated his true energy, and prepared to launch the strongest attack.

A black light was seen on his long sword, as if a black dragon was circling and roaring around the sword.

"Black Dragon Sword Technique!" Li Mianmiao shouted and slashed at Zhao Qi with his sword. A black sword light shot out of his hand and turned into a huge black dragon and rushed towards Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi's pupils shrank when he saw this. He knew that this was Li Piaomiao's trump card and did not dare to be careless at all.

He retreated quickly, and at the same time he waved the long sword in his hand, drawing silver tracks to fight against the black dragon.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, the martial arts arena was filled with dust and smoke. The audience widened their eyes to see clearly what was going on.

The sun shone slantingly on the martial arts field of Tianyang Gate, stretching the figures of Zhao Qi and Li Miaomiao, as if the shadows of the two swordsmen were also competing silently.

After repeated fierce battles, both men's physical strength was exhausted, but their eyes remained firm, revealing their determination not to back down.

Li Piaomiao panted heavily, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly, but he still stared at Zhao Qi closely, trying to find the opponent's flaws.

Zhao Qi, on the other hand, looked calm, as if everything was under his control. The long sword in his hand waved gently, drawing elegant arcs that made people marvel.

"Zhao Qi, you are indeed worthy of your reputation." Li Miaomiao gritted his teeth and said, "But it's not that easy for you to defeat me!"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Li, thank you for your praise. Zhao Qi knows that his cultivation is still shallow, but in today's battle, he will go all out."

As he spoke, he moved and turned into a sword light to attack Li Miaomiao.

Li Piaomiao didn't show any weakness when she saw this, and faced him with her sword. The two clashed again on the martial arts field, the sword energy crisscrossed and made a "swish" sound.

Yi Wuxiao and others watched the game nervously, breaking into a cold sweat for Zhao Qi from time to time.

They knew that Li Piaomiao's strength should not be underestimated. Although Zhao Qi performed well, it was not easy to win.

At this moment, Zhao Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a flaw in Li Piaomiao's swordsmanship. He was secretly happy in his heart, and immediately adjusted his body shape and swung his sword to attack the flaw.

"No!" Li Miaomiao screamed inwardly, but it was too late to withdraw the sword's power.

He could only watch as Zhao Qi's sword light passed through his defense line and stabbed directly into his chest.