Outside the cloudy sky, on the Dharma platform. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

All eyes are on, they have been waiting too long.

This time the wait was tireless, because they didn't know what was going on at the point of no return.

And, by now, it's also a critical moment for this athletic event.

The moment when the final grade is decided.

Finally, under the expectation of tens of thousands of people, the light finally flashed on the legal platform.

Tiangang Arhat and Jing Wuxian withdrew from the point of no return one after another.

Everyone was first shocked, and then stunned.

Feng Xiaoyang and Sima Yuntian hadn't left the Dharma platform yet, and since they had already entered the top ten, Ximen Yufei didn't force them to leave.

The two were looking forward to Wu Ming being the next person to come out, because in that way, at least it would prove that Wu Ming was still alive, and they didn't expect Wu Ming to come out, naturally because they also wanted to see Wu Ming go to the end.

Two people suddenly appeared, and they looked at each other.

"W-who is this?"

"Who are you?"

Tiangang Arhat and Jing Wuxian are now blue nose and swollen face, Tiangang Arhat's robe has become strip-shaped, the big monk is shirtless, his face is purple and blue, his nose and mouth are bleeding, and his two eyes are even more swollen and he can't see the eyeballs.

Net without a trace is almost the same, when he entered, he was handsome and chic, graceful, but now he is covered with hair, and there are several sword marks on his body, fortunately, they are not too heavy, and the whole person is like a blood gourd.

Feng Xiaoyang looked at Tiangang Arhat and burst out laughing.

Sima Yuntian hurriedly pulled him.

"Xiaoyang, what are you doing?" Sima Yuntian leaned in Feng Xiaoyang's ear and muttered.

"Brother Yuntian, this, this great monk was beaten like this."

"Hey, you still have the heart to laugh, they are obviously in trouble, I'm worried that the boss will ......."

Hearing this, the smile on Feng Xiaoyang's face suddenly froze.

"This ......, boss, I believe him."

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just ......."

The great monks Tiangang Arhat and Jing Wuxian were dejected, but judging from the results, they were still relatively satisfied, at least they made it to the top ten.

It's just that they were defeated in their own hands, so they didn't expect it.

Now it is even more unrecognizable, as disciples of top sects, they naturally attach great importance to their own image.

So, the two of them didn't dare to stay longer, and hurriedly returned to their camp with their heads down.

The appearance of Tiangang Arhat and Jing Wuxian also brought back the latest news in the point of no return.

Wu Ming, these two words are still the focus of attention.

There were only four people left, four people.

Up to now, tens of thousands of people seem to be tired, and they are numbly waiting for the final result, or waiting for the excitement of the last moment.

They even forget about good and evil.

Not long after, another figure appeared on the altar.

Mu Yongchang of King Mu's Mansion really couldn't hold it anymore, so he recited the Fa and withdrew from the point of no return, his situation was not much better than that of Tiangang Arhat and Jing Wuxi, basically unrecognizable.

As a result, there are only three people left in this competition.

Wu Ming of the Killing God and Demon Palace, Tang Feng of Tang Gate, and Longyang Zhenren of Shu Mountain.

In the point of no return, Tang Feng relied on his body to entangle with another self, fighting, he didn't even dare to use the Tang Sect's secret weapon, Tang Men was a master of the hidden weapon, but the anti-concealment weapon was not necessarily much stronger than others.

He is the most dangerous now, and as for the Longyang Zhenren of Shushan, with his cultivation in the middle of the Tianwei Realm, it is also very difficult to survive.

Long Yang Zhenren is just forty-five years old this year, and at this age, his cultivation can be promoted to the middle stage of the Tianwei Realm, and there are not many people in the world.

Besides, Wu Ming, the situation is actually similar to Tang Feng and Longyang Zhenren.

In this round of competition, strength and weakness are useless at all, because the ontology is strong, and the mirror image is also strong, even if Da Luo Jin Immortal comes, there is still a Da Luo Jin Immortal on the other side, and there is no advantage at all.

In short, everyone has to face themselves, and as the saying goes, overcoming yourself is the most difficult challenge, which is vividly reflected in this moment.

Wu Ming now has at least a dozen scars on his body, and they are not light, the demon blood has stained his body red, he guards a trace of faith, and persists hard.

"Since there have been people in the past, it means that this is not a pass, since others can, I Wu Ming can do the same."

With this belief, Wu Ming burned every bit of blood.

But he knows that blindly fighting to the death is never the way to pass.

"What is the difference between me and the self on the other side, time can't be delayed any longer, presumably there are dragon's mouth sky-breaking nails on the mirror's body, as well as life and death mirrors and wind and thunder treasure mirrors, once he uses it, it will be my end."

"What to do, what to do?"

At this moment, Wu Ming didn't even dare to stimulate the god-killing demon soul in his body.

Presumably, there must be a mirror, too.

All in all, all external things, all things that exist in reality, Wu Ming can no longer use them, at this moment, facing himself, he suddenly feels very weak, or rather, he is strong but unable to use it.

Facing an opponent who knows himself is the most terrifying.

Who else knows themselves better than themselves?

After a few breaths, Wu Ming's eyes began to gradually become firm.

He seems to have made a decision.

Heart, only heart.

Suddenly, Wu Ming began to retreat, he stretched out his arms, flapped the Xuantian Great Demon Wings, and quickly retreated.

The door was wide open, and it seemed that Wu Ming was ready to give up.

On the other side, the other Wu Ming naturally would not miss this opportunity, his body was chasing after Wu Ming like an arrow, and the distance between the two was rapidly shortening.

After a few breaths, the distance between the two had been reduced to only a zhang away.

Suddenly, Wu Ming slapped the Xuantian Great Demon Wing and stopped instantly.

Not only that, but he rushed forward against himself on the other side.

Without hesitation, at this moment, Wu Ming almost exhausted all his strength.

At this moment, for the first time, a look of fear appeared on the face of Wu Ming opposite, but now Wu Ming's face was full of determination.

After an instant, the two Wu Ming finally broke out into a final collision.

Facing the fierce fist of the mirror, Wu Ming slightly deviated his body by an angle, and the punch infused with the power of Wan Jun in the mirror image smashed Wu Ming's Heavenly Demon Overlord Body, and this punch even directly blasted Wu Ming's Heavenly Demon Overlord Body through.

At the same time, Wu Ming also condensed all his existing strength into this punch.

The edge of his fist also pierced Mirror's chest.

Blood, running down their arms.

At this moment, two faces and two pairs of eyes looked at each other closely.

Wu Ming's eyes were extremely firm, but the mirrored eyes showed abnormal fear.

At the same time, Tang Feng and Longyang Zhenren had already been defeated under their own mirror forces, and only Wu Ming was left in the entire point of no return.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, only the blood was still flowing.