Outside the venue, the audience was confused.

The audience in front of the TV was even more confused.

The host was also confused.

Although he has a quasi-heavenly king level, although since the beginning of the competition, he has shared his vision with the quasi-monarch elves who stayed at the nearby observation point, but ......

He didn't see at all, no, he didn't see what was going on.

"Why did the Tempest Condor fall to the ground, and what did the prophet do in the moment just now, let's ask the guests outside the venue."

There were five guests sitting at the front of the audience.

These people are not small.

There are well-known masters, muscular brothers who have won the White Elephant Club Battle Tournament for several consecutive years, and a veteran king who is over 60 years old, and ......

But the guests were just as confused, and the host had to turn to the mysterious big man sitting on the far left.

"Hello Mr. Wu, may I ask what kind of confrontation the two monarchs had just now?"

The big man surnamed Wu, dressed in a suit and tie, his hair is combed and shiny, with the unique mature charm of middle-aged people, which makes many aunts in front of the TV scream.

Mr. Wu looked at the field and spoke unhurriedly, "The confrontation between the two elves is actually very simple, the speed of the Wind Condor is very fast, but it is ......"

"The prophet predicted the opponent's prediction and killed it in one move."

"Oh?" The host's eyes lit up, "Can you elaborate on that?" ”

Mr. Wu paused slightly, he coughed, his expression was serious, "The knockout round has just begun, and the elf battle, intelligence acquisition is also an important part, just report the intelligence of the prophet, it's not appropriate." ”

"Oh yes!"

The host hurriedly said, "Then next, the Flying Wing Heavenly King will summon the elves first, let's wait and see." ”

As he spoke, he floated back to the platform with the help of the elves.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

If he had known, he should not have agreed to be the guest of this pinnacle competition!

Overestimating yourself.

That's careless.

Fortunately, I am witty, if the little junior brother is here, it is estimated that the game has not started yet, and the result and process are almost predicted.

……

The battle process was similar to Su Hao's estimate.

The Winged King summons a new elf, which is seconds.

Kong Yun chose to replace the elf.

Defeated.

Kong Yun sent a prophet to kill in seconds.

KONG Yun......

The battle ended quickly, and Kong Yun won the first battle of the knockout round with a huge advantage of 6:3.

She got off the field, returned to the rest area, put on a hat and mask, and went around again to return to the audience outside the arena and look around.

"Teacher."

She bounced up and trotted forward.

"Long time no see."

Kong Yun, female, graduated from an ordinary university, self-taught to be admitted to the junior spiritual cultivator, and later served as the chief tool person of Su Hao's personal laboratory.

Under the guidance of Su Hao, two forms of prayer mantis and prophetic prophet were developed.

But Su Hao never expected that Kong Yun still had a good fighting talent.

This is a blink of an eye.

She made it to the knockout round sixty-four, no, the top thirty-two!

All I can say is......

Isn't it worthy of being a disciple I taught?

"Goo~!"

It's obviously my apprentice who taught him~!

Fluttershy despises eyes.

Su Hao waved his hand, indicating that it was all the same.

The butterfly's is mine, and mine is still mine.

"Teacher, I'm doing well."

On the field, Kong Yun is a commanding and calm spirit envoy.

Off the field,

But it's like a little girl who wants to be recognized.

It's much harder to get the teacher's recognition than to enter the knockout round or something!

"It's still okay."

Su Hao said.

Kong Yun asked again, "Nana, teacher, which game do you think I can play, is it possible to reach the quarterfinals?" ”

Su Hao: "......"

Su Hao: "You don't have to force the number, as my disciple, which game can you fight, do you have no psychological bottom?" ”

"At most, the top 16 will most likely stop at the next one."

"You, the prophet is good, but the other elves are too crotch-pulling, that is, the current format is different, I want to ...... back then"

Kong Yun: Huh.

……

The pinnacle tournament is still going on, and the battle between the monarch tiers, under the restrictions of the arena, will not last long.

And among them,

The Children of the Sun, the Sword God, the Wind Whisperer and a few others fought and devastated, and they were not in the same rank as most of the top sixty-four.

The battle ended even faster than the qualifiers.

The Children of the Sun and the others seem to be competing to see who can beat their opponents faster.

Spike!

Spike!

It's still a spike!

"It's so strong, it's clear that they are all heavenly kings, and even elves are realm monarchs, but there is a gap like a chasm."

Reporter He Xiaoxiao's eyes widened.

She admitted that the sword god Li Jianxuan was extremely strong, and the sword drawn out seemed to open up the world.

Sensorially, it is Li Jianxuan who is stronger.

From the perspective of the Dragon Country, she also hopes that Li Jianxuan can win the championship.

But......

Sword God Li Jianxuan has a fatal weakness.

He had only one man and one sword.

Since the qualifiers, Li Jianxuan has only played himself, and the elf 'Sword Master' in his hand, and there has never been a second elf.

Some may think he is clumsy.

He Xiaoxiao, as a reporter of the "Strongest Imperial Spirit" column, has investigated various contestants, but she knows that Li Jianxuan has always had only this sword.

Under the competition system,

The sword god Li Jianxuan will not be besieged, but it is difficult to defeat the opponent's six powerful monarchs with the power of one spirit.

Hard.

Consumption can also consume you to death.

He Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think of the handsome guy she interviewed before the game.

Sure that the sword god will win.

"Maybe it's a fan of the sword god Li Jianxuan, but when that little brother mentions the sword god, he doesn't seem to have any worship emotions, but it's like, like ......"

It's weird, she can't tell.

She shook her head, her eyes swept around, hoping to crouch down to a top sixty-four.

"There it is!"

"It still seems to be ...... The hottest wind whisperer Lan Qing! ”

He Xiaoxiao was beside the big white dog, and she saw a familiar figure, which seemed to be ......

The little brother interviewed the day before yesterday.

Is he Lan Qing's group of relatives and friends?

This is big news!

She burst out at the peak speed of her career and staggered forward.

But suddenly,

Two people in the distance disappeared.

She rubbed her eyes, "Is it because I want to have a big news and hallucinate during the day?" ”

……

"Goo~!"

"Wang~woo~!"

The snow-white storm dog lay on the ground, wagging its tail.

Lan Qing, with long straight hair, leaned against the edge of the guardrail, her finger pointing at the spirit bracelet.

Buzz –

Lan Qing:

Su Hao:

Lan Qing:

Su Hao:

"In the next game, the first battle of the semifinals, Lan Qing the Wind Whisperer will face Gaunt, the King of Hell, and the players from both sides will be invited to appear."

King Gaunt is the only middle-aged and elderly player in the top four.

Specializing in cultivating ghost and dark elves.

Extremely strong.

The host's voice echoes, and Fluttershy withdraws the illusion that has shrouded her.

Lan Qing floated away, flew out directly without the help of any elf power, and landed on the spirit platform on one side.

And the bracelet that Su Hao was wearing was buzzing again.

Lan Qing:

Su Hao: "......"

Immediately, he took out a light sign that said "Lanqing XXXX" and waved it.

You ask him where the lantern sign came from?

Isn't the almighty Butterfly right next to you?

……

About an hour later,

The war is over.

"Expected."

Lan Qing emerges victorious.

After all, the fifth-order form of the Storm Divine Dog, the fifth-order form of Lan Yuyan, the fifth-order form of the Wind Djinn, and the fourth-order form of the Fog Soaring Snake......

These are the four top monarchs, and the Storm God Dog is still half-step invincible.

What to lose?

The god dog rides the face all!

……

After the end of the first war.

Soon, the second game of the semifinals began.

Son of the Sun VS Sword God.

This battle has attracted even more attention.

Both are favourites for the title.

The muscular Vulcan Soldier appeared on the field, and in an instant, his body became transparent with glass, and the glazed fire roared out from the sky.

opposite side

Li Jianxuan held a sword alone, and looked extremely small under the sea of glass fire that covered the sky.

But he still,

Raise your hand and swing your sword.

Brush –

Silver-white swords soared into the sky.

The sea of fire split in two.

And the sword was unabated, slashing down on the stunned Vulcan soldier.

Bang~!

Clusters of bright flames exploded.

The Vulcan Soldier's arms were folded, and the heavy flames were released, still under the sword light, flying back thousands of meters, and crashing into the enchantment light curtain.

The light curtain rippled in circles.

The Vulcan soldier's arms trembled, and his indestructible glass body was already faintly cracked.

Only by facing the sword god can you know how terrifying his sword is!

The Sun's eyes widened.

Busy casting the secret technique of stimulation.

The second sword is coming.

Brush –

The entire arena ground spread in a long line, and the rumbling ground split to both sides.

The glazed flames in the sky were all wiped out under this sword light.

The entire body of the Vulcan Soldier also changed from glass color to crimson, and his aura suddenly declined by half.

And at this time,

Li Jianxuan raised his hand again.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that only this sword remains.

Brush –

The sword deflected and slashed down on the defensive barrier, and the entire enchantment light curtain continued to tremble, as if it was about to shatter and crack.

Not far away,

The Vulcan soldier, who had rubbed a little sword light, had already fainted and fainted to the ground.

……

Three swords, kill a top monarch in seconds!

The last sword even reflects Li Jianxuan's control, just right to take away the Vulcan Soldier without causing it an unhealable root wound.

Such a sword is not only unmatched, but also art.

The audience outside the venue was silent for dozens of seconds, and finally broke out into bursts of exclamation.

Su Hao bowed slightly.

"Li Jianxuan is indeed extremely sword-wise, back then, he was far inferior to the Son of the Sun, and he was also an older group, and now he is ......"

In Su Hao's view, Li Jianxuan is a person who has time to sharpen a sword, and once the world knows it.

Although it is not so exaggerated, he who only walks the way of the sword, to a certain extent, has far surpassed the monarch level, and is a well-deserved monarch invincible.

Not weaker than the crow before breaking through the crown, the strongest period of the monarch.

"Once he breaks through, he will inevitably be in the crown position, and he can also occupy a strong crown position."

Su Hao is sure that Li Jianxuan will be able to win the championship.

Sure enough,

The next battle is that Li Jianxuan takes out the sword, collects the sword, takes the sword, and collects the sword.

Among the elves who can carry him out of the third sword, the children of the sun are the fire god soldiers and the sun wheel.

Other elves, a sword in seconds.

……

The battle ended sooner than many viewers expected.

In the semifinals, the sword god slashed the son of the sun.

In the final, it was about the same.

It's just that the sword god has a few more swords.

Lan Qing was a little depressed.

Although after seeing the sword god fighting against the son of the sun, she had a hunch that she couldn't win, so she tried her best.

But still depressed.

Su Hao comforted, "In fact, in a group battle, you still have a chance to win." ”

Lan Qing's eyes widened: "How much?" ”

Su Hao's five fingers opened.

"Fifty percent?"

Su Hao clasped his left hand into a fist, "Fifty-fifty." ”

Lan Qing: "......"

……

Rendezvous, the headquarters building of the television station.

He Xiaoxiao, the reporter of the strongest royal spirit column, has returned to Taiwan with the most precious interview materials.

Although the Peak King Race has come to an end, the heat brought by the King Race can still last for a long time.

During this time, it is feasible to do some editing, invite a player in the top 64 to interview the strongest spirit column, etc.

Just thinking,

He Xiaoxiao thought of the handsome little brother.

"Did he really guess correctly?"

"No, I'm afraid it's not a guess, his tone is too confident, I'm afraid that he is also a powerful Heavenly King, and he is very familiar with the Sword God and the Child of the Sun."

"Who could it be?"

He Xiaoxiao only joined the company two years ago, she broke her head, and she didn't come up with the identity of a handsome brother.

It's just that the more I think about it, the more faintly I feel a little familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

She played the interview video over and over again, thinking about it constantly.

A colleague walked behind her, glanced at her, and paused.

"Isn't this Su Guanwei, hiss, you can actually interview this one?!"

He Xiaoxiao was stunned.

This is the legendary Su Guanwei?

"Ah!!h

……

After watching the game, Su Hao ran back to his hometown for more than half a month.

finally

"It's time for three years, it's time to go, Fluttershy~"

"Goo~!"

Fluttershy's little head pops out of the next bedroom.

Xiaocai's gorgeous body slowly floated down and stopped on the branch of a big tree outside the window.

In the courtyard in the distance, Erhalin made a "sigh", and the thin raindrops around him fell, watering on a lot of flowers and plants.

In a corner of the living room, the black-robed Ah Yan's head came out, bubbled, and then shrank back.

In the kitchen, an apron is set, and Fufu, who is studying her cooking skills, has a gorgeous transformation, and her dress is black and white.

"Woo~"

Outside the villa, in the game room specially built for the fat bear......

"Whew-"

A terrible scream rang out, and Fat Bear looked at the 1-9-0 on the screen and pounded the computer angrily.

It's okay not to play this game.

The bear is coming!

Farther away, the magic capital, the White Elephant Club VVIP battle zone.

Hundreds of transcendent elves lined up, constantly spitting out energy rainbow light.

A golden figure shuttled through the rainbow light, and with a slight wave of its wings, there was no energy fluctuation, and the rainbow light was gently pushed away like a fallen leaf.

Suddenly, the golden figure stopped.

With a shock of wings, an invisible sword slashed out, and the torrent of energy in the sky disappeared.

After three years, it has finally reached the dumb level!

The crow turned his head and looked in a certain direction, his eyes full of excitement.