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  As a young leader of Bihai City, one of the four masters of the world, Qi Hai Gongzi, Song Chao also has his own pride and confidence.

  He deliberately wanted to compete with Tang Yonghao.

  If it weren't for Tang Yonghao and Xu Fei having a battle, Song Chao would definitely want to have a good fight with Tang Yonghao.

  Now he also has no heart to take advantage of Tang Yonghao.

  If he exhausts himself in a fight with him, it will seriously affect Tang Yonghao's battle with Xu Fei. Just this consideration alone may cause Tang Yonghao to fall into a disadvantageous position.

  Many times, the strong fight each other, and only one can win.

  Song Chao did not intend to take advantage of Tang Yonghao, nor was it possible for him to use the Tianchao Cuo technique as claimed by that Da Ri Sheng Zong disciple.

  After Tang Yonghao agreed, Song Chao nodded: "Please advise."

  Having said that, he slapped a palm towards Tang Yonghao, and in an instant, the air surged and transformed into an illusory world.

  As a warrior of the Tongtian boundary, Song Chao's aura transformed into an illusory world that was more real and condensed than that of the pre-heavenly warriors.

  Not only Tang Yonghao, who was facing the blade head-on, but also other onlookers like Yan Zhao Ge, seemed to see a massive wave crashing towards them.

  Before one's eyes, a vast expanse of ocean stretches out endlessly, with waves crashing against the shore and thunderous roars that never cease.

  Tang Yonghao faced this scene, his right hand's middle and index fingers stood upright like a sword, with the momentum of splitting the sea, he stabbed forward with one sword.

  A golden sword light rose like a sunrise, and the warm atmosphere that was as hot as the sun instantly enveloped everyone.

  Mahajura Vairocana's orthodox transmission, one of Mahajura's seven methods, Dawn Breaking Sword!

  Yanzhao's eyes flashed, and he slightly raised his head to look upwards.

  The clouds and mist in the sky dispersed, and a faint sunlight shone through, falling from the cloud layer.

  On Tang Yonghao's fingertips, the light burst forth violently, as if some powerful existence was being nurtured. The sunlight in the sky above also converged crazily towards Tang Yonghao's fingertips!

  In an instant, the light grew more and more brilliant, like a rising sun.

  In the pale golden sunlight, infinite warmth radiates, and between heaven and earth, two suns seem to appear vaguely, one above the sky and the other in front of everyone.

  The sword's light was like the dawn of a new day. Gentle yet unyielding, radiant yet not harsh.

  But when the sunlight came into contact with the vast ocean transformed by Song Chao's aura, countless dazzling and piercing rays of light burst forth in an instant, like needle tips or fine needles. They exploded into a cluster of glittering lights, scattering in all directions.

  Every single golden hair touched the surrounding sea tide and a violent explosion occurred.

  Continuous non-stop explosions! Endless explosions!

  Billions of golden rays colliding with the endless ocean in a burst of explosion!

  The sea was like dark clouds dispersed by the sun, rolling back and forth, scattered and fragmented, finally turning into countless water droplets like a heavenly downpour.

  Then each drop of water was pierced by a golden awn and burst one after another, finally disappearing without a trace!

  Just like the water accumulated on the ground, under the sunlight, it all evaporated and dried up.

  Tang Yonghao sheathed his sword and stood up. Looking at Song Chao, he said sincerely: "Brother Song, I concede."

  Song Chao did not take advantage of him, to be precise, the consumption of aura and physical strength between the two can almost be ignored, and it is more about comparing the changes in moves and understanding the realm of martial arts.

  If it's a fight to the death, it won't be decided in just one move.

  Song Chao withdrew his palm and sighed: "Still lost to you by one move."

  He shook his head and turned to walk away. He went straight to the edge of the floating island, sat down cross-legged, clearly indicating that he was going to be a bystander, and had no intention of continuing to participate in the upcoming Tongtian Conference.

  Tang Yonghao nodded to him. Then he turned his head and said to Xu Fei, "Xu Shixiong has been waiting for a long time, thanks to Song Shixiong's concession. Our battle will proceed as usual, I haven't consumed much energy and don't need to adjust my breath. Let's start directly."

  Xu Fei held a leather pouch in his hand, from which a strong wine aroma wafted out. As Tang Yonghao and Song Chao engaged in combat, he drank from it with relish.

  At this time, he tilted his head and drank the last mouthful of strong liquor, hung the wine bag back on his waist, wiped his mouth with his hand, and smiled: "Although you only exchanged one move with Song Shixiong, I have seen many doors, especially for your current cultivation progress.

  "You're an honest man, I won't take advantage of you."

  Having said that, Xu Fei stretched out his palm and pushed forward gently.

  Under one palm, breath is like a vast expanse enveloping all directions, the earth bears the weight of eight extremes.

  The style is simple and unadorned, looking even a bit clumsy, but it's majestic and vast, as if it encompasses infinite profound truths!

  As soon as this palm came out, all the innate martial artists in the field lit up their eyes.

  It is well known that although Xue Fei's personality was bold and different from his teacher Shi Tie, in terms of martial arts training, they followed the same path. Like Shi Tie, he focused on one type of martial art and pursued it to the end.

  Unlike Shi Tie's practice of Diamond Body, Xu Fei chose another ultimate technique from the Tai Shang Eight Extremes, the Great Mysterious Yellow Sword Style.

  For many years, Xu Fei has been devoted to the practice of the Great Profound Yellow Sword Style, and his attainments in this martial art are unmatched. He is considered a master of the highest level, surpassing even other powerful grandmasters within the same school.

  But today, Xu Fei did not display the Grand Xuan Huang Sword Style. The chapter he displayed had a similar vein of thought and artistic conception to the Grand Xuan Huang Sword Style, but was not identical.

  It is not simply a matter of turning sword intent into palm gestures, or changing sword moves into palm techniques, nor is it about using palm techniques to execute sword methods.

  It can be seen from the eyes of Yan Zhao Song and others that Xu Fei's palm style is still relatively primitive and simple, but it is clearly innovating on the basis of the Big Xuan Huang Sword Style, making it fresh and changing.

  This is an entirely new martial art, belonging to Xufei's self-created martial arts!

  Although it's still incomplete at present, its potential is astonishing.

  Ah Hu muttered to himself: "If Fei Ge continues to develop and perfect his palm technique, Guang Cheng Mountain will probably have a new number one in the future."

  Xu Fei stood with his hands clasped together, looking at Tang Yonghao, and smiled freely: "A little trick I came up with in my free time, let everyone see the joke, although it's still hard to enter the eyes of the Fang family, but Brother Tang, I can use both sword and palm, a united martial art that comes from the same source."

  Tang Yonghao nodded seriously: "Thank you for reminding me, Brother Xu."

  Two men faced each other and after a brief moment, Tang Yonghao waved his hand, and from his palm emerged a golden long sword with a brilliant light that was not dazzling, like the sunrise at dawn.

  Xu Fei stretched out his hand and drew a black broadsword from behind his back, the sword's light flashed briefly before disappearing.

  Two people simultaneously unfolded the Great Xuan Huang Sword Style and the Po Xiao Divine Sword Style, immediately clashing together.

  The Tongtian Conference has just begun, and it may be the highest-level competition, which is about to unfold.

  Yanzhao Song watched as Xu Fei and Tang Yonghuang clashed swords, their movements fierce and intense. He couldn't help but nod repeatedly: "Both of them live up to their reputations."

  He turned his head in another direction, where other Mahayana Buddhist disciples were all tense and watching the battle, but one person remained calm and unchanged, quiet as if he didn't exist.

  Pu Zhao Gongzi, Huang Jie.