Thundered!

The violent impact sound continued to sound, the two people in the ring could barely see their figures, and the audience could not see how the two sides were playing, how to deal with it, who was injured and who had the upper hand?

The speed of the duel between the transcendents was too fast, and the middle-aged man known as the Sword Saint could still see the movements, and Long Shaoming's speed was so fast that he pulled out the afterimage.

In fact, Long Shaoming's speed is not much faster, about 50 kilometers per hour, and the maximum speed of a small electric donkey is faster than him. The main reason why it looks so fast is that it moves around an area of a few square meters, so it is difficult to see.

Instantaneous acceleration and instantaneous stopping, which only supernatural power can do.

Zheng!

The iron sword in the sword master's hand suddenly bloomed with dazzling light, and the sword intent locked on the thunder light that moved in the void. He raised the iron sword in his hand, and his lungs suddenly inhaled a large breath, followed by a loud shout.

The sound wave waved, and the audience who was closer to the venue only felt their ears buzzing, and Long Shaoming stopped suddenly, his steps were vague, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

This momentary flaw was caught by the Sword Master.

The blade fell, the sword light spanned dozens of meters, and the stone slabs on the ground cracked, and there was a burst of flying sand and stones.

Long Shaoming's heart jumped suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if he was hanging above the sea of swords and fire. Countless blades stabbed at him, unavoidable, undodgable.

He subconsciously wrapped his whole body with thunder, in a vain attempt to carry the sword light. But before I could get in touch, another voice in my heart told me

Unstoppable!

Dodge! Must be dodged!

The body that had been stopped suddenly accelerated, flashing to the right, and the sword light grazed the tip of his nose. Before Long Shaoming could be happy, there was a coolness behind him, and he didn't hesitate to throw out a thunderbolt.

The cold light flashed, and the thunder was sliced open.

The Sword Master swung three swords between the messages, and the speed seemed to be as fast as if only one sword was swung. Long Shaoming relied on his speed to instantly pull away more than a dozen positions, and the other party immediately followed, biting him tightly. Every second is dancing on the tip of a knife, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

It was the strongest opponent he had ever faced, and it was as if the sword would be split in half at the slightest touch.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive poles of the two were reversed, and each swing of the sword would leave a mark in the ring.

The Sword Saint's swordsmanship was natural, and every stroke sealed all his retreats like a net from heaven and earth. And he himself is a sword practitioner, he is from Shenzhou Qidi, and he was once a famous kendo master.

may not have any extraordinary strength, but among mortals, the skill can be said to be the pinnacle, and it has a huge advantage over Long Shaoming, a dog child.

The last sword, finish you.

The Juggernaut stepped out, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the flying sword in his hand flew out like a cannonball, directly hitting the center of the enemy's eyebrows.

Long Shaoming couldn't move, he didn't waste his physical strength and roared, he just stared at the sword and refused to let go for a moment.

See through it, go beyond it, kill him!

He raised his fingertips slightly, tapped the void, and a faint lightning shot out.

The thunderbolt struck the tip of the sword with precision, and the flying sword was struck and deviated from its original trajectory, sliding across his right side and cutting off a few strands of hair.

Seeing this scene, the sword master also made a new move, the middle finger of the index finger stretched out straight, the palm was facing up, and the sword that flew out was slightly raised, and turned back instantly.

Swordsmanship, which he was taught to him by the gods in his dreams.

Long Shaoming immediately found that the flying sword turned back, and shook the thunder in his palm and looked back at the punch.

With a bang, Long Shaoming flew out upside down, rolling on the ground dozens of times before he could barely stabilize his body. Juggernaut recalled his weapon, his body swayed for a moment, and he fell to one knee and clutched his chest.

"Oooooooooooooo!!!oo

The audience's blood boiled and the earth-shattering roar was heard, and people from several kilometers away could hear the cheers coming from here. Compared with the previous crushing battles, this kind of evenly matched extraordinary duel is more enjoyable.

The footage was broadcast around the world, and countless people got up from their chairs to cheer them on.

It is human nature to be strong, and the strong can always get flowers, which is the same in any world. The stronger the economic factor, the more attractive the competition is, and what used to be competitive sports such as football, basketball, table tennis, etc., is now undoubtedly a battle between the extraordinary.

Mortals in the cultivation world may be afraid, but modern people watch more through the screen and cheer.

High in the sky, the mighty could feel the sudden surge of faith. If it is exchanged for their realm, then the faith accumulated by the Heavenly Dao fragments at this time is enough to make a Jindan powerhouse. In just two months, you can achieve a Jindan powerhouse.

Even if they were reincarnated and rebuilt, they would not be able to recover to Jindan in two months if they had sufficient resources.

This is the power of faith, almost regardless of time, as long as the faith is enough to transform into a god. The only problem is that the beliefs are too mixed, and no method can be refined in a short time, and even if it is refined, there will be a series of problems.

This question has plagued an unknown number of strong people, and it has also killed an unknown number of people.

If you eat too much incense, you will lose your self, and if you don't have it, you will naturally die. Even if his idol is still there, it's just a god and not him. At the same time, God has no ability to think, no subjective agency, and will eventually disappear with the disappearance of faith.

If there is no external force to manipulate it, a primordial infant may be able to kill a god-level incense god in a hundred years.

Kill their faith and destroy their gods.

"It's too tender." Someone shook his head slightly, "I wasted two Dao rhymes in vain." If I had come, whoever had been dead would have died a dozen times. ”

The mortals below were full of blood boiling, but in the eyes of their group of old monsters, the two of them were simply full of loopholes. They don't look at the realm, but the response in the fighting method of the two, and every move can be said to be very rough.

"How long have you been alive, old thing? It's also compared to other people's children who are less than 100 years old. The two little ones have not been taught, and it is very good to be able to play like this. ”

The two people below were not peerless geniuses themselves, and their current cultivation depended entirely on the help of the Heavenly Dao fragments. If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao fragments, they probably wouldn't even be able to absorb their faith.

However, their bodies can't last long, even with the help of the Heavenly Dao fragments, after all, a mortal can't bear so much faith.

After all, it's ants.

The powerful people sitting high in the clouds had indifferent eyes, just waiting to decide the champion, to see if mortals would be overwhelmed by the faith inside when they got the Heavenly Dao Fragments.

If it can persist for a while, it means that what Our Lady of the White Lotus said is true.

Offstage, the Sword Master suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then his nose and eyes also began to ooze blood. The sudden change made Long Shaoming stop his movements and look at him with a look of surprise.

"Gross!" Juggernaut spat out a mouthful of blood again, mixed with some minced flesh. He wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again, his momentum rising again.

Can you still get stronger by vomiting blood?

"I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Duan Yuan, I used to be a master of swordsmanship, and now I am a mortal with no name."

He suddenly began to introduce himself, Long Shaoming looked puzzled, but the attack in his hand did not stop, and he threw out a thunderbolt casually.

The sword master split the thunder with a single sword, and the sword light spanned dozens of meters, and it was several times stronger.

What?!

Long Shaoming was shocked, pulled away again and again, and looked at the man in the distance in disbelief. For some reason, he had lost a lot of weight at this time, and his hair was a little gray, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

But his power has not weakened, on the contrary, it has become stronger.

Why is this happening?

"Why, don't you want to talk to my old uncle?" The uncle named Duan Yuan didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and for some reason it seemed that he wanted to talk to himself, in this life and death ring.

Generally speaking, there is no communication between players. Because speaking requires strength, it will also distract you, and everyone is fighting for their lives. They may not be as good as monks, but their determination to gain supernatural power is definitely not weaker than monks.

Long Shaoming hesitated for a moment and said, "Long Shaoming." ”

"Very good name, dragon, the spring equinox ascends to the sky, the autumn equinox dives into the abyss, calling for wind and rain. Shaoming, shining in all directions. ”

Duan Yuan nodded slightly in praise, and then asked, "You killed those gangsters during this time, right?" To be young is to be good, to be vigorous and fearless, and to see the evil behead him. ”

Long Shaoming didn't answer, and began to adjust his breath through a short gap. At this time, blood oozed slightly from his abdomen, and the wound left last night opened again.

Then he inexplicably bleed from his nose, and this was not the first time.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yuan said meaningfully:

"You should have also felt that this extraordinary power has a price. Every time we use it, our bodies are devastated to varying degrees. A 500ml water bottle wants to hold two liters of water, do you think the bottle will break? ”

The answer is undoubtedly yes, our bodies are like that water bottle, which has been stretched to pieces. Everyone who has attained supernatural power can feel the painful swelling, but no one has given up on it. ”

Duan Yuan's hand holding the sword was raised slightly, and in an instant, the wind roared, and the incomparable sword intent erupted from him, and the aura approached the peak of the foundation building.

He himself is a mortal, and today he has gained extraordinary power, and he does not want to let go even if he dies.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out.

"Boy, I'll give you something." Duan Yuan used what little divine sense he had left to teach the other party how to resist and absorb faith.

It's a method he's figured out, maybe crude, but at least it helps him.

At this time, the momentum of the Yuan also climbed to the late stage of foundation building.

The powerhouses above raised their eyebrows slightly, and they raised their eyebrows slightly.

This mortal is constantly absorbing faith, and it is very rare to take the initiative to absorb it.

Long Shaoming's expression became extremely solemn, and his body was almost overwhelmed by the other party's breath.

In just a few minutes, why did they create such a huge gap?

Duan Yuan walked towards him step by step, and at this moment, even the audience without any cultivation could see that the Sword Saint had the upper hand. Just when Long Shaoming was about to fight hard, he was suddenly stunned, and he saw that the appearance of the uncle in front of him seemed to have changed.

Transformed into an old man in a linen robe and holding a broken sword in his hand.

Walking to the center of the venue, Duan Yuan stopped, raised the iron sword in his hand in full view of everyone, and pointed at the sky.

"Please ask the heavenly immortals to test their swords."

Zheng!

The Taishang Wuji Sword Intent resounded in the sky, and a barrier shattered by sword light rushed straight into the Nine Heavens, the thick clouds were cut, and one after another figures were revealed in front of the world.

They sit on top of the clouds, overlooking the world, like fairies.

"Mortals, don't trespass!"

One of them looked angry, and slapped out a palm, and his strong mana turned into a giant palm and pressed towards the mortal below.

The ordinary people in the audience were instantly stunned when they saw the palm that covered the sky and the sun.

Duan Yuan looked up to the sky and smiled, the wind blowing his pale hair, and there was not the slightest fear in his eyes. Jumping into the air, the mortal body does the things of immortals.

"Slash!"

The sword light of Baizhang cut off the giant palm that spanned a hundred meters, and the qi wave bounced away thousands of meters.

More than 100,000 spectators watched this scene in amazement, but they didn't expect the extraordinary duel to turn into a fairy battle, why did the finalists suddenly run to challenge the referee?

Duan Yuan stood in the air and looked up at the immortals in the sky, his face full of wild smiles and asked, "Can someone fight with me?" ”

Crazy to the extreme, his demeanor is unmatched, challenging the heavenly immortals with a mortal body.

This scene spread all over the world through the Internet, and countless people were amazed by his actions. The existence of practitioners has long been a consensus, but they rarely appear in the public eye. Even in this competition held by cultivators, the number of times that cultivators showed their faces was only a handful.

In the eyes of the public, the power of cultivation is like a legendary immortal, looking down on the world, powerful and mysterious.

But today there are people who challenge the immortals.

Faith skyrocketed in an instant, Duan Yuan's aura finally broke through the golden pill, and blood was oozing from every part of his body.

Life is like a candle in the wind, and death can come at any time.

"Hahaha! It's too enjoyable, and the gods are just that. Duan Yuan swung out a sword again, a sword that burned his life.

The sword light spanned thousands of meters, illuminating the entire playing field and allowing millions of people in the city to see his demeanor.

"What if you don't have the talent to practice? Today, Duan wants to go against the sky and kill immortals! ”

More than a dozen Jin Dan powerhouses did not speak, their eyes lowered and looked down, their expressions did not change in the slightest, and the dazzling sword light could not make them blink their eyelids.

Thundered!

Another palm fell and collided with the sword light, and under the attention of more than 100,000 people, countless people around the world unconsciously prayed for him.

With a bang, the sword light shattered at the touch of a button.

The palm of his hand slapped on Duan Yuan's body, instantly pressing him back to the field, and the violent impact caused the entire ring to shatter in half, and for a while, the sand and rocks flew away, and the dust lifted up a full five or six meters.

After a few moments, the dust gradually cleared, and the ring was in shambles.

The man who challenged the fairy god was gone, leaving only a puddle of red flesh.

Blood splattered on Long Shaoming's body, his mouth opened slightly, and he didn't make any sound.

"Winner, Long Shaoming."

There were no sad and joyless voices in the sky, and those immortals sitting high in the clouds were still there, and only mortals were moved by themselves.

(End of chapter)