"There is only one number one in the world, but it may not be you. ”

In the face of the belief and resoluteness in the eyes of the royal court, Puluo also did not hesitate or retreat.

Stood up.

Wang Ting stood up with strong faith, but so what.

Whether it was the Sith Pope or the royal court, the injuries on their bodies at this time were so severe that they couldn't take another step forward, let alone walk in front of the other party, wield that deadly sword, and completely sealed the victory.

Especially the severity of the injuries on the two of them at the moment, so that they have no possibility of healing at all, as if the serious illness that has deteriorated to the limit, except for timely self-treatment, there is no way at all, and the more it is delayed, the more serious the injuries in the body will be, and the possibility of recovery will be lower and lower, until they completely collapse.

Although the injuries have reached such a serious level, although standing there, every second of persistence, the whole body is constantly trembling, although maintaining the most ordinary standing movement, it is all a tempering of spirit and will, although every moment seems to be as long as a century, although the pain up and down the body continues to hit the nerves, as if the nerve is about to be completely severed, but no one gives up!

No one speaks of failure lightly!

Die!

You can die standing up, but you can't fall down in defeat!

This is the confrontation of perseverance and perseverance, this is the collision of determination and determination, and this is the showdown of faith and belief!

Both of them have their own persistence, their own beliefs, their own dignity and protection, no one is willing to admit defeat, no one is willing to be inferior.

At this time, as long as there is faith, as long as there is determination, as long as they are not on the other side, and they do not take the lead in bowing to themselves in their hearts, they will never fail.

Confrontation!

A confrontation of wills and wills!

At first, this kind of confrontation looked in the hearts of many elders of the Snow Plains Empire, and they felt a little impatient. I feel that the decisive battle between the two has not yet been decided. It seems that they can't wait, but as time goes by, a full ten minutes have passed, and the two of them are still stubbornly supporting, supported with strong faith, and the rest of them can't help but be a little nervous. If it weren't for the fact that he was too jealous of the strength of the two in his heart, I am afraid that he would not have given the two of them time to fight at all.

However, dozens of minutes later, the confrontation was still not over, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into hours.

A few hours later. The minds of everyone present have obviously changed, and all their expressions have become solemn, and the two of them are obviously about to fall, but they have not completely fallen, they are already wondering if there is anything else that the two of them have not shown, and they are waiting for each other to show their flaws first, and then give each other a fatal blow.

Five hours, eight hours, ten hours, fifteen hours, twenty hours, one day!

Hang on!

Persistence at the limit!

time, it is impossible to let the two of them recover half a point from their injuries in the process of this persistence. On the contrary, because there is no rest. It is not conditioned and becomes worse. The physical condition is poor to the limit, the mental state is exhausted to the limit, and everyone is shaking, as if they can't hold on for a second.

However, it is in this state that the two of them have always supported themselves with their strong will and faith, otherwise they will fall.

Everyone understands that whether it is falling down or taking the elixir to treat injuries, it is equivalent to admitting defeat first!

Perhaps, after taking the healing pill, they recovered, and they could even play a decisive role in this decisive battle, and they could lay the victory with one blow, but no one did this, and the victory or defeat on the surface was meaningless, the key was the victory or defeat in the state of mind.

If there is cowardice in the heart of this duel of wills, even if you win, you will lose in the end.

And if the belief in the heart is never shaken, and there is no half of giving up, even if it is a final failure, it is a winner.

"The ...... of the Royal Court"

"His Majesty the Pope!"

Time is constantly passing in the eyes of all.

Everyone's hearts tugged.

Three days!

Three whole days!

Two people, in that state of physical collapse and mental breakdown at any time, persevered for three days!

With a strong will and faith, he supported the broken body and persevered for three days!

In three days, many sword saints, demi-saints, and legendary swordsmen in the Snow Empire, the Sith Empire, and ASEAN, all the thoughts in their hearts changed from the previous impatience to solemnity, and then to respect, and at this moment, everyone looked at the two people who were still struggling to support, and there was no longer any thought in their hearts, and there was only a kind of admiration from the heart.

admiration for the great perseverance of the two of them that ordinary people can't reach.

admires the determination of the two of them to never give up as long as they have goals and beliefs in their hearts.

Even the people of the Snow Plains Empire, who were eager to fight for both sides to lose and lose so that they had a chance to take advantage of the opportunity, the thoughts in their hearts were also changing, this battle, this duel, after the winner was divided, was enough, and nothing else should happen, leaving a stain that would be left in this epic duel for thousands of years.

"Come on, I can't hold it anymore, Sith Pope Pro, I can't hold it anymore. ”

Kolos kept silently thinking in his heart.

He didn't know how many times he had silently recited these words, and even, three days ago, he had already begun to mutter, because three days ago, he felt that as long as the royal court held on for one more second, the Sith Pope would fall, and the decisive battle would be decided.

"Your Majesty, Your Glory, Shine on the Continent, Your Glory, No One Can Blaspheme!"

The ascetic king's mouth prayed as if he were silently reciting scriptures, and his eyes were filled with endless hope and anticipation for the Sith Pope.

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the two.

Because, as can be seen from the condition of the two, the spirit and will of each of the two have reached the limit, and one of them, completely falling, is a problem in a short period of time.

Long!

It may have gone through a century, it may have gone through countless years, and even the memories of several lifetimes have been reincarnated......

Finally, the figure of the Sith Pope Proo moved slightly.

Although this action was only an incomparably small amplitude, the worst of those who were watching their movements were all legendary swordsman-level powerhouses. At the moment when his body moved slightly. Everyone's spirits were completely concentrated.

Proh wanted to look up, but it was extremely difficult for him to raise his head.

Old!

He's old!

Although the Sith Pope has absolute conviction, has a determination that does not belong to the royal court at all, and has a perseverance that is not inferior to the royal court at all......

But. He's old!

His spirit, his will, his perseverance, and his determination are not inferior to half a point of the royal court, but. He was much older than Wang Ting, especially before, forcibly impacting the sword intent realm had a serious load on the physical body, and this time, before he had completely erased these dark diseases, he hurried over and fought this extremely tragic battle with Wang Ting. There are many problems in his flesh. It has already accumulated to a tipping point.

If you give him a year, or even half a year. With the ability of a strong sword artist to penetrate the sword intent throughout his body, he can adjust the dark diseases on his body to the peak state, so that the aging and decay of the physical body are all gone away and reborn again......

It's a pity that he didn't have this time!

Maybe......

He felt in his heart that he, who had been promoted to the realm of sword realm, did not need to violate the one-month deadline for Wang Ting, who was at the peak of the sword saint, and would go to the appointment after his body was well adjusted.

Normally, these small injuries would not have been able to deal with him, a peerless powerhouse with a sword artistic conception.

But at the moment......

In the course of three whole days, the physical bodies and spirits of the two of them have all reached a limit, and they have completely reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and even if they want to burst out of the potential in the physical body, they can't burst out.

Although the slowness is negligible, the deterioration of the injuries of the two men has been different in the past three days.

On the one hand, it is getting worse and worse.

The other is still deteriorating, but it is not showing the kind of total collapse deterioration......

"Heh......"

Sith Pope Proo wanted to laugh.

Bitter laughter, unwilling laughter.

But at this time, he didn't even have the strength to be unwilling.

At the moment when the corners of his mouth pulled a lonely smile, his whole person, as if he had lost all support, the collapse of his physical body, led to the complete collapse of spiritual beliefs, and the next moment, his tall figure was already like a collapsed city wall, a collapsing mountain, falling straight to the back!

Sith Pope!

The first powerhouse of the Western Continent!

An immortal cloud that pressed on the heads of all the Sword Saints, an insurmountable mountain, completely collapsed and fell with a bang!

It's like the fall of a monument!

Pour vigorously!

Pour the shock of the world!

Fall immortal!

The fall of the Sith Pope Prow ended an ancient chapter in the history books, turning a new page in the history of the cultivation world in the Western Continent.

"His Majesty the Pope!"

"Master!"

"No!"

The moment they saw the fall of the Sith Pope, Jiang Wanzhou, Glory, Ascetic Saint King and others let out bursts of unwilling, incredulous, and painful exclamations at the same time.

It's over!

The moment when the Sith Pope fell, it heralded the complete end of the era that belonged to the Sith Pope!

"Down!"

"Finally down!"

"Sith Pope Pro, he has finally fallen, from now on, he is no longer the number one in the world, and he is no longer the number one throne in the Western Continent!"

"Sith Pope Pro, you are here today!"

In the crowd, there were also all kinds of exclamations from the ASEAN camp, either regret, regret, joy, or madness.

"Has it fallen......"

Wang Ting, whose spiritual will was already a little blurred, looked at the figure of the Sith Pope in front of him, who was no longer standing, and muttered in his mouth, as if it was a dream from nine days away.

Fell......

The Sith Pope Pro, has fallen......

This decisive battle is over......

The first in the world, separated!

He, Wang Ting, is the final winner in this epic showdown!

From now on, he will be the first person in the world on this continent!

"Heh......"

Wang Ting, who was in a state of confusion, had an extremely unusually clear will at this time, and in his mouth, he let out a low chuckle that almost didn't exist.

"Hehe......"

The laughter continued and grew louder.

"Haha......"

After a while, this burst of laughter had become clear and audible, not only Wang Ting himself, but even everyone nearby finally turned their eyes to him, the new number one person in the world, again.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha......"

When this laughter finally rippled, Wang Ting's whole person was already laughing uncontrollably.

Laugh presumptuous!

Laughing hubris!

Laughing madness!

Laugh heartily!

"It's over!It's over!Pro!Who is the number one in the world!?It's me!It's me!Hahahaha......" (To be continued.) )