Off the court, the audience was confused.
The audience in front of the TV was even more confused.
The host was also dumbfounded.
Although he has the quasi-king level, although since the beginning of the game, he has shared vision with the quasi-monarch elves staying at the nearby observation point, but...
He didn't see clearly, no, he didn't see, what happened.
"Why the Gale Condor fell to the ground, and what did the Foretelling Prophet do in that instant, let us ask the guests outside the venue."
There are five guests sitting at the forefront of the auditorium.
These people are not small.
There are well-known masters, muscular brothers who have won the White Elephant Club Championship for several times, veteran kings who are over 60 years old, and...
But the guests were equally confused, so the host had to ask for help from the mysterious big man sitting on the far left.
"Hello, Mr. Wu, what kind of confrontation did the two monarchs have at this moment?"
The big man surnamed Wu, dressed in a suit and tie, with neatly combed hair and a mature charm unique to middle-aged people, made many aunts scream in front of the TV.
Looking at the field, Mr. Wu said without haste, "The confrontation between the two elves is actually very simple. The Gale Condor is very fast, but..."
"The fortune-telling prophet predicted the opponent's prediction and killed him in one move."
"Oh?" The host's eyes lit up, "Can you explain in detail."
Mr. Wu paused insignificantly, he coughed, and his expression was serious, "The knockout match has just begun, and intelligence acquisition is also an important part of the elf battle, so it's not appropriate to just report the fortune teller. "
"Ah yes!"
The host hurriedly said, "Then, the Flying Wing King will first summon the elves, let us wait and see."
As he spoke, he floated back to the high platform with the power of the elves.
Seeing this, Mr. Wu wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.
If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have agreed to be the guest of this summit game!
Overestimate yourself.
Careless.
Fortunately, I was witty, if my junior brother was here, I guess the result and process of the game had not started yet, so I would have predicted the result and the process almost.
…
The battle process was similar to Su Hao's prediction.
The Flying Wing King summoned a new elf, and it was seconds.
Kong Yun chose to change the spirit.
lost.
Kong Yun then dispatched a prophet of fortune to kill him in seconds.
Kong Yun...
The battle ended quickly, and Kong Yun won the first round of the knockout round with a huge advantage of 6:3.
She got off the field, returned to the rest area, put on her hat and mask, went around and returned to the auditorium outside the field, and looked around.
"teacher."
She trotted up and down.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Kong Yun, female, graduated from an ordinary university, was admitted as a junior spiritual teacher by self-study, and later served as the chief tool of Su Hao's personal laboratory.
Under Su Hao's guidance, he developed two forms, the praying mantis and the prophet.
But Su Hao never expected that Kong Yun also had a good fighting talent.
This is dazzling.
She has reached the knockout round of sixty-four, no, thirty-two!
can only say…
Are you worthy of being the disciple I taught you!
"Goo~!"
It’s obviously my apprentice Gu Nuo~!
Die Xiaodie looked down with contempt.
Su Hao waved his hand, indicating that they were all the same.
Butterfly's is mine, mine is still mine.
"Teacher, I am doing well."
On the field, Kong Yun is a commanding and calm imperial emissary.
off the field,
But like a little girl who wants to be recognized.
Getting recognized by the teacher is much more difficult than entering the knockout rounds!
"It's still possible."
Su Hao said.
Kong Yun asked again, "Hey, teacher, which match do you think I can make it to, is it possible for the top eight?"
Su Hao: "..."
Su Hao: "You don't have to count now. As my disciple, which game can you fight, do you have no idea?"
"Up to the top sixteen, there is a high probability that we will stop in the next game."
"You, the fortune teller is good, but the other elves are too hip, that is to say, the current competition system is different. Thinking back then..."
Kong Yun: Chirp.
…
The peak competition is still going on, and the battle between the monarchs will not last for a long time due to the limitations of the venue.
And among them,
Son of the Sun, Sword God, Windtalker, etc., fought fiercely, and they were not in the same rank as most of the top sixty-four.
The battle ended even faster than the qualifiers.
Son of the Sun and others seem to be competing, as if who can beat the opponent faster.
Spike!
Spike!
Still spike!
"So strong, they are all heavenly kings, and even the elves are domain monarchs, but there is a gap like a gap."
Reporter He Xiaoxiao stared wide-eyed.
She admitted that the sword god Li Jianxuan was extremely strong, and the sword light he drew seemed to open up the world.
From the senses, Li Jianxuan is stronger.
From the perspective of the people of Longguo, she also hopes that Li Jianxuan can win the championship.
but…
Sword God Li Jianxuan has a fatal weakness.
He has only one person and one sword.
Since the qualifiers till now, Li Jianxuan has only played himself, and the elf "Sword Master" in his hand, and there has never been a second elf.
Some people may think he is hiding clumsy.
As a reporter for the column of "The Strongest Yuling", He Xiaoxiao has investigated various contestants, but she knows that Li Jianxuan has only had this sword all along.
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.
difficult.
Consumption can also consume you to death.
He Xiaoxiao couldn't help thinking of the handsome guy she interviewed before the game.
Be sure that the sword god will win.
"Maybe he's a fan of the sword god Li Jianxuan, but when that little brother mentioned the sword god, he didn't seem to have any admiration, but rather, like..."
Weird, she couldn't tell.
She shook her head and looked around, hoping to find a top 64 player.
"Yes!"
"It seems... the most popular Windtalker, Lan Qing!"
He Xiaoxiao saw a familiar figure beside the big white dog, it seemed to be...
The little brother who interviewed the day before yesterday.
He is Lan Qing's relatives and friends
This is big news!
She broke out at the peak speed of her career and ran forward slowly.
But suddenly,
The two people in the distance disappeared.
She rubbed her eyes, "Is it because I want to have big news so much that I only have hallucinations during the day?"
…
"Gurrrrrrr~!"
"Wow~ow~!"
The snow-white storm dog lay on the ground, wagging its tail.
Lan Qing, with long straight hair, was leaning against the guardrail, pointing at the imperial bracelet.
buzz—
Lan Qing: "You have been in the spirit summoning world for several months this time, tell me quickly, have you encountered any interesting things?"
Su Hao: "I'm going to practice, okay?"
Lan Qing: "Hmm... How strong is Die Xiaodie now?"
Su Hao: "You have to fight this question before you know it. This time, you have only improved your strength a little in a few months, so it's not worth mentioning."
"The next round, the first round of the semi-finals, Windtalker Lanqing will face Hell King Gunter, please come on stage."
Sky King Gunter is the only middle-aged player among the semi-finalists.
Specializes in cultivating ghost and dark elves.
The strength is extremely strong.
The host's voice echoed, Die Xiaodie removed the illusion that shrouded her surroundings.
Lan Qing floated, and flew out without the help of any elves, and landed on the Lingling Terrace on one side.
And the bracelet Su Hao was wearing buzzed again.
Lan Qing: "I heard that you are going to contact the elf organization, be careful... Also, cheer for me"
Su Hao: "..."
Immediately, he took out a flashing light board with the words "Lan Qing XXXX" and waved it around.
You asked him where the light sign came from
Isn't the almighty Die Xiaodie right next to her
…
About an hour later,
The war is over.
"As expected."
Lan Qing wins.
After all, the fifth-order form of the storm dog, the fifth-order form of Lan Yuyan, the fifth-order form of the wind dwarf, the fourth-order form of the snake riding the mist...
These are the four top monarchs, and the Storm Dog is still half-invincible.
What to lose
The god dog has ridden his face!
…
After the first battle.
Soon, the second round of the semi-finals began.
Son of the Sun VS Sword God.
This battle has attracted even more attention.
Both are favorites for the title.
The muscular Vulcan soldier appeared on the field, and his body became transparent in an instant, and the glazed fire that filled the sky roared out.
opposite,
Li Jianxuan held the sword alone, and looked extremely small under the glazed sea of flames that covered the sky.
he still
Raise your hand and swing your sword.
brush-
The silver-white sword light soared into the sky.
The sea of flames split into two.
And the sword glow remained undiminished, and fell on the astonished Vulcan soldier.
Boom~!
Groups of bright flames exploded.
The Vulcan soldier folded his arms and released heavy flames. Still under the sword light, he flew back thousands of meters and hit the barrier light curtain.
The light curtain rippled in circles.
The Vulcan soldier's arms trembled, and his indestructible glass body was already cracking.
Only by facing the Sword God directly can one know how terrifying his sword is!
Son of the Sun widened his eyes.
Busily cast the stimulating secret method.
The second sword light came to him.
brush-
A long line spread across the ground of the arena, and the ground rumbled apart on both sides.
The glazed flames all over the sky disappeared under this sword glow.
The Vulcan Soldier's entire body also changed from glazed color to crimson red, and most of his aura suddenly faded.
At this time,
Li Jianxuan raised his hand again.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that there is only this sword left.
brush-
The sword light deflected and fell on the defensive barrier, and the entire barrier light curtain trembled continuously, as if it was about to shatter and crack.
not far away,
The Vulcan soldier, who had touched a little of the sword light, fainted and fell to the ground.
…
Three swords, instantly kill a top monarch!
The last sword showed Li Jianxuan's control, taking away the Vulcan Soldier just right without causing an irreversible root injury to it.
This kind of sword light is not only unrivaled, but also an art.
The audience outside the stadium was silent for dozens of seconds, and finally burst into exclamations.
Su Hao nodded slightly.
"Li Jianxuan is indeed a sword. He was far inferior to the Son of the Sun in the Supernova Cup back then, and he was also an older group. Now..."
From Su Hao's point of view, Li Jianxuan is a man who has sharpened his sword over time and will know it all over the world.
Although it is not so exaggerated, but he who only walks the way of the sword, to a certain extent, has far surpassed the monarch level, and is a well-deserved invincible monarch.
Not weaker than the period when the monarch was the strongest before the crow broke through to the crown.
"Once he breaks through, he must be a strong champion who can occupy a place in the championship."
Su Hao was sure that Li Jianxuan would win the championship.
as expected,
In the next battle, Li Jianxuan drew his sword, retracted his sword, drew his sword, retracted his sword.
Among the elves who could carry him to the third sword, the Son of the Sun, only Vulcan Soldier and Rilun Yong.
Other elves, one sword second.
…
The battle ended sooner than many spectators expected.
In the semi-finals, Jian Shenjian beheaded the Son of the Sun.
In the finals, it was almost the same.
It's just that the sword god made a few more swords.
Lan Qing was a little depressed.
Although after seeing the Sword God fighting the Son of the Sun, she had a premonition that she couldn't win, so she tried her best.
But still depressed.
Su Hao comforted, "Actually, you still have a chance of winning in a group battle."
Lan Qing opened her eyes wide: "How much?"
Su Hao opened his fingers.
"Fifty percent?"
Su Hao closed his fist with his left hand, "0.50%."
Lan Qing: "..."
…
Longdu, the headquarters building of the TV station.
He Xiaoxiao, a reporter from the Strongest Yuling column, has returned to the station with the most precious interview materials.
Although the Peak Heavenly King Competition has ended, the heat brought by the Heavenly King Competition can still last for a long time.
During this time, it is feasible to do some editing, invite a certain contestant from the top 64 to conduct an interview on the column of the strongest imperial spirit, etc.
just thinking,
He Xiaoxiao thought of that handsome boy.
"Really let him guess right?"
"No, I'm afraid it's not a guess. His tone is too confident. I'm afraid he is also a powerful king, and he is very familiar with Sword God and Son of the Sun."
"Who is the one?"
He Xiaoxiao only joined the job two years ago. She broke her head and never thought of the identity of the handsome guy.
It's just that the more I think about it, the more I feel a little familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before.
She played the interview video repeatedly and kept thinking.
A colleague walked past her, glanced, and paused.
"Isn't this Su Guanwei? Hey, you actually managed to interview this person?!"
He Xiaoxiao was stunned.
This one is the rumored one, Su Guanwei
"ah!!!"
…
After watching the game, Su Hao ran back to his hometown Xianyu for half a month.
finally,
"The three-year period has come, and it's time to go, Xiaodie~"
"Goo~!"
Die Xiaodie's little head emerged from the next bedroom.
Xiao Cai's gorgeous body floated down slowly, and stopped on a branch of a big tree outside the window.
In the courtyard in the distance, Erhalin let out a "sigh", and the surrounding thin raindrops fell, watering the flowers and plants.
In a certain corner of the living room, the black-robed Yan's head popped out, and after a bubble, he shrank back.
In the kitchen, she wore an apron. Fufu, who was studying cooking skills, transformed gorgeously, and her dress was black and white.
"Fuu~"
Outside the villa, in the game room specially built for Fat Bear...
"Aww—"
A shrill cry sounded, Fat Bear looked at the 1-9-0 on the screen, and beat the computer angrily.
This game doesn't matter.
Here comes the bear!
Farther away, in Shanghai, the White Elephant Club VVIP battle zone.
Hundreds of extraordinary elves lined up, constantly spewing out rainbow light of energy.
A golden figure shuttled in the rainbow light, and with a light wave of its wings, no energy fluctuations were seen, and the unique rainbow light was gently pushed aside like fallen leaves.
Suddenly, the golden figure stopped.
With a shake of the wings, an invisible sword light cut out, and the torrent of energy in the sky disappeared.
The three-year period has finally come to dumbness!
The crow turned his head and looked in a certain direction, his pupils were full of excitement.
(end of this chapter)