"interesting."
In the lounge, Mo Wangqing looked at Song Wuya and Duan Yidao who came on stage one after another, and said with a smile: "I have also seen their information. Each of them has mastered the most advanced sword skills and has perfected and integrated the sword skills and secret systems. The only thing left is to see their true selves in a life-and-death battle. After seeing clearly the pursuits in the depths of their hearts, they will be able to gather their martial arts will and step into the realm of martial saints."
"Master Mo is right."
Wan Qingshan smiled and said, “They didn’t seem to have made this decision before. Or rather, they had always had this determination, but in fact they had not prepared themselves well in their hearts. But now… under the pressure of Li Yin, a powerful opponent who is so powerful that it is foreseeable that they will fail unless they break through to the Martial Saint level, their minds have begun to transform. Once this battle is over, they will truly recognize themselves and achieve the Martial Saint level.”
At this point, he smiled and said, "Because only by concentrating their martial arts will and entering the realm of martial saint can they have a hope of fighting against Li Yin."
“The catfish effect.”
Mo Wangqing said with a slight smile: "If we are lucky, this World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference will probably produce one or two more geniuses who are worth focusing on training."
The others nodded in agreement.
But they say it's good luck.
As for bad luck...
It could only be that Song Wuya and Duan Yidao both died.
Best results...
It also means a mental setback and the loss of the possibility of further progress.
…
"This World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament is truly unique."
In the audience, Cao Tianyou said, "In the past, on the first day, would there be two large-scale battles between seeded players?"
Lian Hongchen nodded.
As for the reason…
They both knew it.
"Li Bin put too much pressure on them."
Practice the way of worldly affairs.
“It’s pressure, but also motivation.”
Cao Tianyou said: "Don't forget, Li Yin announced the news of his achievement of Martial Saint half a month ago. At that time, everyone realized that a powerful opponent had appeared. In the past half month, everyone has been secluded and practiced hard. This half month... can be regarded as the precipitation before the breakthrough. Now, with the help of the world's number one martial arts competition, a life-and-death duel... I'm afraid one or two of these people can really make another step forward."
"right."
As Lian Hongchen spoke, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Li Pin.
If Li Yin chose to hide his Martial Saint strength...
These things might not have happened.
But he thought back carefully...
This scene of a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred boats competing is probably exactly what Li Pin wanted.
Besides…
Even if Song Wuya or Duan Yidao really reach the realm of Martial Saint, can they defeat Li Pin
In Lian Hongchen's mind, compared to these two people, including Zhao Yushi, the Holy Son of the Sun, and Cheng Yufeng, Li Pin is the real peerless genius.
This kind of self-confidence comes from his participation in the process of watching Li Bin grow step by step from a Baodan martial artist to a martial saint in just a few months.
…
On the competition stage.
The host has stepped away.
The organizing committee and several high-level star refiners who were closest to the contestants and were responsible for ensuring their safety also perked up.
But whether it was Song Wuya or Duan Yidao, neither of them took action at the first moment.
They were building up their strength, and, moreover, they were allowing the other party to build up their strength and cultivate their sword intent.
Duan Yidao is both a name and a nickname.
His strongest weapon is the sword that is as cold as the moon.
Song Wuya...
The same is true.
Although his swordsmanship was not as simple as just one strike, the most powerful move, Flowing Light from the Sky, was far more powerful than any other killing move.
Forty years ago, the Ultimate Martial Saint, Peng Demon King Mo Guang, once used this sword on the stage of the King of the Century. He almost killed the King of the Century who had fought his way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and who is now the strongest man in the Tianyuan Federation, Fu Qingtian!
From this point, we can see how amazing that knife is.
And now...
The two men were ready to go, gathering their sword intent. Even though no one spoke and no one made any movements, an indescribable and inexplicable aura had enveloped the entire arena.
"Stern and murderous."
Li Yin said.
He looked at the arena.
The arena was completely shrouded in a murderous aura.
Moreover, as time went by, the sword intent accumulated by the two became stronger and stronger, and the murderous intent also became more and more intense.
So much so that even the audience who were originally noisy around them couldn't help but lower their voices.
They don't know why they have to stop talking, but there is a voice in their heads that keeps telling them to be quiet.
Don't disturb anything.
otherwise…
It seemed like something terrible was going to happen.
In less than three minutes, the entire venue of the world's number one martial arts competition became "silent" for the first time.
On the fighting stage, the two peerless swordsmen also cultivated their sword intent for more than three minutes.
Even though the two of them just stood on the stage, indifferent, no audience member felt bored or urged them to do so.
Li Yin stared at the two of them quietly.
Although they were hundreds of meters apart, he could still feel the changes in the aura of the two people through his perception.
That kind of change, that kind of oppression, even though he was not facing it directly, still made him feel creepy.
There was an irresistible urge to enter the state of activating the will of martial arts, to unleash one's strongest attack, to interrupt and destroy the power that was still gestating and accumulating.
seem…
If he really continued to accumulate strength and accumulate momentum like this, even he would not be able to block the final blow from the sword.
unexpected…
Qi traction.
“Here I come.”
Li Pin said suddenly.
The next moment, Duan Yidao took the lead in striking out with his sword.
The knife came out, and the silver-white blade flashed with an indescribable beauty.
Just like in the dead of winter, going to the top of a mountain alone in the early morning to admire the bright moon...
An unspeakable feeling of coldness, loneliness, detachment and purity spreads as the blade strikes.
A line of poetry even flashed through Li Pin's mind involuntarily.
I want to ride on the wind and go back, but I am afraid of the jade buildings.
then…
The sword light was full of sorrow and coldness, as if it was not like any other sword light in the human world. After it sublimated into an immortal, it fell down like a banished immortal who was banished to the mortal world.
When this banished immortal who was banished to the mortal world came to the human world with a sad and beautiful sword light and pointed directly at Song Wuya, Song Wuya also drew his sword.
Shocking!
The brilliance of this sword was truly like a stream of light from the sky, sweeping across the earth, and wherever the sword went, it was earth-shattering!
Even though Li Pin was a hundred meters away, he could clearly feel the hairs standing up all over his body.
That is the stress response of an organism when it is suddenly in danger.
He immediately entered the state of activating his martial arts will, and his spiritual perception seemed to be superior to his physical body, to the point that...
You can see more clearly how fast and brilliant the knife light is.
Not only him, there were countless martial saints whose martial arts will was aroused at this moment.
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 his preparations, there would be no difference between them and the Martial Saint Zhou Tianfang who was killed by him.
The knife is like a cold moon, sad and lonely.
The knife is as sharp as a meteor, breaking the sky.
The sword intent clashed with the sword intent, the sword light collided with the sword light, and in an instant, an unprecedented brilliance was sharpened.
In that dazzling light, the two swordsmen did not hesitate or retreat at all.
All they had in their eyes was the knife in their hands, and they trusted the knife in their hands. At the same time, they put everything they had into swinging it to chop him down.
In this kind of swing, Song Wuya's sword was the first to break the limit.
No one knew what he had realized.
But his sword became more ethereal, stunning and immeasurable.
It is really like a meteor from the sky, which ordinary people cannot understand.
Under this blow that broke through the limit, Duan Yidao seemed to be able to only watch the knife light approaching.
And this knife was too fast.
Vague and unpredictable!
A glimpse of beauty!
Just like the light from the sky!
Not to mention that his tactical instructor didn't have time to shout "surrender", even he himself couldn't see clearly how the knife hit him.
Vaguely, the only thing in his eyes was the banished immortal who was banished from Lengyue Immortal Palace to the mortal world.
Although he is still an immortal, he lingers in the mortal world and is entangled in the three thousand red dusts and cannot be freed.
Ultimately, he fell to a force more terrifying than death.
Lonely.
Eternal loneliness.
"So, this is the true meaning of swordsmanship that I want to pursue..."
Unfortunately, he could not stand the lonely years of practicing sword in obscurity, and chose to participate in the world's number one martial arts conference before his sword skills were perfected, and then...
Famous throughout the world.
…
“Wow.”
At this moment, countless people stood up from their seats at the same time and leaned forward.
It seems that this way we can see more clearly.
Song Wuya and Duan Yidao passed each other.
Song Wuya held the knife high in his hand, tilted his head back, and looked at the blade quietly, letting the sunlight fall on his face.
It's like being reborn.
Behind him...
"Bang!"
The knife broke with one cut.
Tiny iron filings flew 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.
Finally, as Song Wuya slowly put away his knife, his body leaned forward and fell down.
Blood continued to flow from his body, soon dyeing the ground red.
The breath of life was also rapidly leaving him.
"Quick! Save them!"
Duan Yidao’s tactical advisor yelled.
However, an old martial saint shook his head and said, "It's impossible to save him."
He saw it.
It was not the wounds on Duan Yidao's body that killed him.
It's a wound on the spiritual level, or even the soul level.
His sword intent was defeated, and under the backlash of the sword intent, he sank into his own sword intent, and was eventually destroyed by his own sword intent.
He saw this clearly, but a high-level star refiner still stepped forward at the first opportunity to rescue Duan Yidao.
High-level star refiners build star palaces. Each star palace contains astrology, which can be read as magical powers with different effects.
The magical powers in the Star Palace of this star refiner are obviously related to healing.
but…
Half a minute later.
He still shook his head.
At this point, Duan Yidao became the first player to fall in the round-robin tournament of the world's number one martial arts competition.
With his death, he helped Song Wuya take the crucial step in becoming a Martial Saint.
"You are a respectable opponent. I will complete the rest of your journey for you."
Song Wuya bowed to Duan Yidao's body.
Then…
He straightened his spine again, stood up straight, and turned his gaze to Li Pin.
(End of this chapter)