Back in the small courtyard under the mountain, Lu He and Bingying each went back to the house and continued to practice controlling their killing intent.

As the night passed, Lu He's control over the killing intent had strengthened a bit, but there was still a long way to go before he could be perfectly retracted and released.

The next day, early in the morning.

On the main peak, with Chu Tiange's order, the game began.

Today is the final of the Manggu Sword Society, and the people who participate in the competition are the one hundred and twenty strongest among the twelve peaks.

Cultivation, all the mortal realms are complete, and half of them have mastered the power of the Dao, which can be described as a gathering of heroes.

The number of people watching the game has also reached a peak, with nearly a million people watching the game, and the huge ring is surrounded by terraced rows of seats, and many people have no place to sit at all, but can only stand.

However, even if they were standing, their hearts were happy, because today's match was a heavyweight match, and it could be said that the strongest one hundred and twenty Mortal Realm cultivators in the entire Xuanjian Island were here.

In order to prevent accidents from happening, there are also some powerhouses of the Purple Mansion Realm hiding in the audience to prevent the demon clan from attacking again.

Around this ring, there is still a preparation hall, and the rules of the game are exactly the same as the previous rules, the only difference is that the number of players in the competition has dropped sharply this time.

Participating in the Manggu Sword Meeting, there were nearly 10,000 monks in the Mortal Realm, and after a game, 99% of them were eliminated, and only one percent could enter the finals.

Lu He sat quietly on the wooden chair, waiting for the referee to call his name.

At this moment, among the monks in the preparation hall, many of them have brought a sense of threat to Lu He, and there are strong people here, and Lu He doesn't know if he can win the first place, so he can only say that he does his best.

At least, there are more than a dozen breaths that are no less than Lu He.

After all, Lu He's cultivation time was too short and too short, and it was less than three months since he came to the Kyushu world.

If Lu He was given another three months, he felt that he would be able to break through to the Purple Mansion Realm, and he would not have to compete with these cultivators of the Mortal Realm for the first place.

The Purple Mansion Realm is worlds apart from the Mortal Realm, which Lu He is very clear about.

Lu He adjusted his mentality, just sat quietly, watched the game in the ring, and studied without distractions.

In the ring, there are two masters who have mastered the power of the sword in the mortal realm, these two people are not weak, but they are not the strongest ones, but Lu He still saw a lot of things from their combat situation, such as the move to use the sword in his hand to create several identical sword shadows, this move opened Lu He's mind, if he was caught off guard, many people would be hit.

The more he looked at it, the happier Lu He's heart became, and he couldn't wait to stand in the ring by himself, and then fight with the remaining one hundred and nineteen masters one by one.

The more you play with the masters, the more you can improve your strength and make yourself start to pay attention to details.

The principle of working behind closed doors is also common in this world.

For example, both of them are high-level cultivators in the Mortal Realm, and the former has been cultivating alone at home since he was a child, and he only goes out when he cultivates to the high level of the Mortal Realm in one breath.

The latter, on the other hand, has been crawling on the rivers and lakes since the Spirit Realm, and has experienced one battle after another.

Then, if the two fight, there is no doubt that the latter can easily torture and kill the former.

The reason for this lies in a state of mind, an experience.

People who have never fought with anyone are in danger of dying even when facing someone who is weaker than themselves.

For example, Tang Lingxuan, in the walled city of bandits, Tang Lingxuan, who had never done anything with anyone, was forced to retreat again and again in the face of a mid-level thief in the Spirit Realm, and at that time, Tang Lingxuan's cultivation was already complete in the Spirit Realm, and he was two small realms higher than the thief.

Later, how to help her and let her open her mind, so that she could kill the mid-level bandit in the Spirit Realm, otherwise, it is not yet known who will kill the two deer.

Bang!

The voice in the ring interrupted Lu He's thoughts, but he saw that one person had already broken the other person's talisman formation and was walking out of the ring.

After this battle, Lu He benefited a lot.

So far, thirty-seven battles have been fought and thirty-seven people have been eliminated.

A total of 120 contestants participated in the finals, and in the first round of the finals, there were 60 battles and 60 people were eliminated.

At this level, in a space as large as the ring, two people can tell the winner almost in the blink of an eye.

"Lu He, Liang Sheng. ”

On the high platform, a black-robed official shouted out two names.

Lu He's spirit was shocked, he stood up, and strode out of the preparation hall.

His gaze did not linger on his opponent.

After taking the wooden sword, Lu He slowly walked into the ring, standing on the left side of the ring, looking ahead, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

"Come on, master!"

"Come on!"

"We're all here in Ring Three, let's kill the other people in the ring!"

Around the ring, there were bursts of cheers.

Lu He's eyes swept over, but he saw that the audience in the No. 3 ring before was shouting cheers to him at this time.

He couldn't help but feel stunned in his heart, but there was some warm current slippering, anyway, in this foreign country, it is better to have someone to support than no one.

Liang Sheng also took the wooden sword and walked into the ring, but he didn't rush to make a move, but said lightly: "You are the Lu He who has mastered the way of killing the sword?"

"Yes. ”

Lu He nodded and remained silent.

Liang Sheng sneered and said, "Then, do you know what kind of sword dao I master?"

Lu He shook his head, and secretly said in his heart, are the people of this world so hot-tempered? What about friendship first, and competition second? Why did they come up one by one, and their opponents seemed to have a common enmity.

It's not that someone is targeting Lu He, but Lu He found that every game seems to be like this.

Liang Sheng said coldly: "What I have in my hands is the sword of mercy, which overcomes rigidity with softness, and specifically restrains your killing sword. ”

Lu He nodded, pointed his sword at Liang Sheng, and said lightly, "Come on." ”

"You're looking for death, I'm going to beat you up, your father doesn't even know you!"

Liang Sheng gritted his teeth, stepped out a few meters away, and came directly in front of Lu He, and then slashed out with a sword.

Lu He's right foot forward, slightly sideways, and then the sword in his right hand was thrown directly to his left hand, and his left hand held the sword in reverse, and pressed the hilt of the sword against Liang Sheng's body.

Syllable!

The talisman formation on Liang Sheng's body was directly shattered by Lu He and turned into a little starlight.

Lu He shook his head lightly and walked out of the ring, leaving only Liang Sheng standing on top of the ring as if he had been struck by lightning.