"Interesting."

In the lounge, Mo Wangqing looked at Song Wuya and Duan Yidao, who had come to the stage one after another, and said with a smile: "I have also seen the information of these two people, each of them has mastered the top sword inheritance, and has improved and compatible with the sword method and secret method system early, just to get a glimpse of the heart in a battle of life and death, see the true self, and after seeing the pursuit in the depths of the soul, you can condense the will of martial arts and step into the realm of martial saints." ”

"Master Mo is right."

Wan Qingshan said with a smile: "They don't seem to have made this decision before, or rather, they have always had this kind of determination, but in fact, they haven't done a good job in their hearts, but now...... Under the oppression of Li Yi, a powerful opponent who is so strong that as long as he does not break through the Martial Saint, it is already foreseeable that he will fail, their hearts have begun to transform, and when this battle is over, they will truly recognize themselves and achieve the Martial Saint. ”

Speaking of this, he smiled: "Because, only by condensing the will of the martial arts and stepping into the realm of the martial saint, can they have hope of confronting Li Yan." ”

"The Catfish Effect."

Mo Wangqing said and smiled slightly: "If you are lucky, I am afraid that this year's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference will have one or two more Tianjiao figures worthy of key training." ”

The others nodded approvingly.

However, they say lucky.

As for bad luck......

It can only be that Song Wuya and Duan Yidao died.

Best results......

It is also a frustration of the soul and the loss of the possibility of further progress.

……

"This is the world's No. 1 martial arts conference...... It's really extraordinary. ”

In the audience, Cao Tianyou said: "On the first day of the past, how could there be two large-scale seeded player battles? ”

Lian Hongchen nodded.

As for the reason......

Both know it.

"The pressure Li has brought to them is too great."

Practice the Red Dust Road.

"It's pressure, but it's also motivation."

Cao Tianyou said: "Don't forget, as early as half a month ago, Li Yu had already announced the news of his achievement as a martial saint, and at that time, everyone had already realized that a powerful opponent had appeared...... It can be regarded as the precipitation before the breakthrough, and now with the help of the world's No. 1 martial arts competition, there will be a life-and-death duel...... These people, I'm afraid that one or two can really go further. ”

"Yes."

Lian Hongchen said, and couldn't help but glance in the direction where Li Yan was.

If Li Yi chooses to hide the strength of his Martial Saint realm......

Perhaps none of that will happen.

But he thought about it......

This kind of scene of a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred boats competing for the current is probably exactly what Li Yi wants.

Besides......

Even if Song Wuya and Duan Yidao really stepped into the realm of martial saints, would they be able to defeat Li Yi?

In Lian Hongchen's mind, compared to these two people, including Zhao Yushi, Dari Shengzi, and Cheng Yufeng, Li Yu is the real peerless Tianjiao.

This kind of self-confidence comes from his participation in watching Li Ji grow from a Baodan martial artist to a martial saint in just a few months.

……

On the stage.

The moderator has stepped back far away.

The organizing committee, as well as the few high-level star refiners who were closest to the competition, who were responsible for ensuring the safety of the participants, also cheered up.

But whether it was Song Wuya or Duan Yidao, neither of them made the first move.

They are accumulating momentum, and they are conniving at each other's accumulation of momentum and cultivating knife intent.

Duan Yidao is both a personal name and a nickname.

His strongest is the sword that is like the cold moon and cold light.

Song Wuya......

The same is true.

Although his sword technique is not as simple as a single sword, the strongest move in it is far superior to any killing move.

Forty years ago, the Extreme Martial Saint, the Peng Demon King Mo Guang, used this knife on the stage of the King of the Century to almost kill the King of the Century who fought out of the blood sea of the corpse mountain at that time, that is, Fu Qingtian, the strongest man of the Tian Yuan Federation!

From this point, you can see how amazing that knife is.

And for now......

The two of them were ready to go, containing sword intent, even if no one spoke and there was no movement, but an indescribable, unclear aura had enveloped the entire martial arts platform.

"Kill."

Li Yan sighed.

He looked at the jousting platform.

Above the competition platform, it has been enveloped in a solemn atmosphere.

Moreover, as time went by, the sword intent accumulated by the two became stronger and stronger, and this kind of killing intent became more and more vigorous.

So much so that even the audience, who were originally noisy around them, involuntarily restrained their voices.

They didn't know why they had stopped talking, but a voice kept telling them in their heads to be quiet.

Don't disturb anything.

Otherwise......

It seems that something terrible is going to happen.

In less than three minutes, for the first time, there was a scene of "silence" at the venue of the world's No. 1 martial arts competition.

And on the competition platform, the two peerless swordsmen also gave birth to sword intent for more than three minutes.

And even if the two of them just stood on the stage like this, indifferent, there was still no audience member who felt bored and urged them verbally.

Li Yi stared at the two quietly.

Although they were hundreds of meters apart, he could still feel the changes in the aura on the two of them by relying on his perception.

That kind of change, that kind of repression, even if he didn't face it directly, there was still a sense of creeping.

I can't help but enter the state of activating the will of the martial arts, show my strongest blow, and interrupt and destroy this array of power that is still being conceived and accumulated.

Seem......

really let him continue to conceive and gather momentum like this, and the knife that was finally cut, even he was unable to take it.

Abrupt......

Pneumatic traction.

"Here we are."

Li Yan said suddenly.

The next moment, Duan Yidao took the lead.

The knife came out, and the silver-white blade flashed with an indescribable poignancy.

It's like the bright moon at the top of the mountain peak in the early hours of the morning......

An indescribable coldness, loneliness, detachment, and purity spread with the interpretation of the blade.

Li Jian even involuntarily flashed a verse in his mind.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

Thereupon......

It is full of poignant and cold, as if it is not like all the sword light in the world, after transcendentally sublimating into the immortal, and then like an immortal who has fallen into the mortal world, it falls down.

And when this immortal who had been reduced to the mortal world came to the world with a poignant sword light and pointed directly at Song Wuya, Song Wuya also took out the knife.

Onslaught!

The brilliance of this knife is really like a streamer from the sky, sweeping over the earth, and the sword light is directing, and the stone is shattering!

Even though Li Yi, who was a hundred meters away, he could clearly feel the cold hairs on his body standing up.

It is the stress response of a living being to a sudden danger.

He immediately entered the state of martial arts will activation, and his spiritual perception seemed to be above the mortal womb of the flesh, so that he ......

I can see more clearly how fast and brilliant that sword light is.

Not only him, but the martial saints who were aroused to the will of martial arts at this moment do not know how many.

Everyone seemed to finally understand why Song Wuya's sword was so powerful that it could kill the Martial Saint.

Because......

Even if they were to face Song Wuya, who had completed the accumulation of momentum at this moment, there would be no difference between them and the Martial Saint Zhou Tianfang who was killed by him.

A knife is like a cold moon, poignant and lonely.

A knife is like a meteor, and the stone is shattered.

The sword intent and the knife intent clashed, the sword light and the knife light collided, and in an instant, a period of unprecedented brilliance was sharpened.

And in that burst of brilliance, the two swordsmen did not hesitate at all, nor did they flinch at all.

In their eyes, only the knife in their hands remained, and they trusted the knife in their hands, and at the same time, they poured everything into it, and slashed him out.

In this kind of slash, Song Wuya's knife took the lead in breaking the extreme.

No one knows what he has understood.

But his knife has become more ethereal, terrifying, and immeasurable.

It is really like a meteor outside the sky, which ordinary people can understand.

Under such a knife that broke through the limit, Duan Yidao seemed to be able to only watch the sword light approach.

And this knife is too fast.

Ethereal and unpredictable!

Flash!

Just like the sky!

Not to mention that his tactical instructor didn't have time to shout to admit defeat, even he himself couldn't see how this knife came to him.

Vaguely, in his eyes, there was only the immortal who had been reduced to mortal dust since the Cold Moon Immortal Palace.

Although he is still an immortal, he is mixed in the mortal dust, and he is entangled by the three thousand red dust, and he cannot be liberated.

Eventually, he fell to a force that was more terrible than death.

Lonely.

Immortal loneliness.

"It turns out that this is the true meaning of the sword intent I want to pursue......"

It's a pity that he didn't resist the lonely years of obscurity and hard sword practice, and chose to participate in the world's first martial arts meeting when his sword skills were not successful, and then ......

Fame moves the world.

……

"Huh."

At this moment, I don't know how many people stood up from their seats at the same time and leaned forward.

It seems that this way you can see more clearly.

The figures of Song Wuya and Duan Yidao were staggered.

Song Wuya raised the knife in his hand, tilted his head, and quietly looked at the blade, letting the sunlight shine on his face.

It's like being born again.

Behind him......

"Bang!"

Duan is a knife, and the knife is broken.

Tiny iron filings sputter out from the broken blade.

But his gaze was not focused on the broken blade, but seemed to be forever lost in some kind of memory.

In the end, as Song Wuya slowly retracted the knife, his figure leaned forward and fell.

Blood flowed from his body, quickly staining the ground red.

The breath of life is also rapidly moving away from him.

"Quick! Help! ”

Duan Yidao's tactical guide yelled.

But there was an elderly martial saint who shook his head: "I can't save it." ”

He saw it.

It wasn't his injuries that killed Duan Yidao.

It's a spiritual level, even a soul level injury.

His sword intent was defeated, and his sword intent was devoured, and he sank into his own sword intent, and finally destroyed himself by his own sword intent.

He saw this clearly, but there was still a high-level star refiner who came to the stage as soon as possible and rescued Duan Yidao.

High-level star refiners have forged star palaces, and each star palace has been bred with star magic, which is read as supernatural powers, and the effects are different.

The supernatural powers in this Star Alchemist's Star Palace are obviously related to healing.

But......

Half a minute later.

He shook his head anyway.

So far, Duan Yidao has become the first player to fall in the round-robin of the world's No. 1 martial arts competition.

He used his death to assist Song Wuya to take a key step towards becoming a martial saint.

"You are a respectable opponent, and I will finish the rest of your journey for you."

Song Wuya bowed to Duan Yidao's corpse.

And then......

He straightened his spine again, stood up straight, and set his eyes on Li Yan.

(End of chapter)