Update time: 2013-08-17
"How is it possible? I actually got Ding Hao? Damn it, how could my luck become so bad? Can Ding Hao restrain my luck?"
The little fat man was very depressed.
Almost everyone reached a consensus -
Today, Ding Hao is invincible. Instead of using up his strength to fight Ding Hao, it is better to enter the loser group and look for opportunities again.
Time passed quickly in the fierce competition.
Six days passed in the blink of an eye.
I don’t know who was the first to spread the news. The sword contract between Ding Hao and Li Muyun has once again attracted everyone’s attention.
Many people then remembered that in the first five-house competition, Li Muyun swept all opponents like a king. Only when facing Ding Hao, the arrogant and conceited Li Muyun was unable to break Ding Hao's tactics. Yun throws his sword and takes the initiative to withdraw from the game.
At that time, there was a sword agreement between the two, and Li Muyun vowed to break it the next time they fight.
Now a year has passed, whether it is Li Muyun or Ding Hao, their strength has grown by leaps and bounds. If they face off again, who will have the last laugh
This showdown is getting more and more hyped.
As the last day approached, the draw results were announced. Li Muyun and Ding Hao, the two recognized favorites to win the championship, finally met in the semi-finals.
On the giant auditorium in the distance, many leaders from major forces inside and outside the sect, including the leader Li Jianyi, appeared one by one.
According to the tradition of the Wenjian Sect, in order to show the importance to the registered disciples, the leader and the leaders of the six peaks and six seats must attend every year-end exam.
Li Jianyi was dressed in a white shirt like snow, with elegant appearance and majestic manner, sitting in the main seat. Beside him were the six peak seats, including Peak Master Luo, and other powerful giants of Wenjian Sect.
The giants who usually don't like the fireworks of the world are all whispering about the upcoming battle between dragons and tigers. Wang Juefeng, a sinister man who has never been a high-ranking member of Wenjian Sect, for some unknown reason, unexpectedly... It was a rare appearance in the auditorium seats, and the position was relatively forward.
In the martial arts arena, around the duel arena, there was a sea of people, and it was almost impossible to pass through.
Almost every master with a name among the five named disciples appeared in the crowd. They were unwilling to miss such a high-end showdown that truly belonged to the registered disciples.
The black heads seemed to be like black countercurrents, and there was an eerie silence all around.
Everyone held their breath and silenced their voices, staring intently at the two magnificent figures on the stage, fearing to miss any of their movements or words.
In the arena.
"Our duel seems to have come earlier than expected." Li Muyun looked like a king, with a faint smile on his face, and had an admirable demeanor.
Ding Hao knew what he meant.
What a proud and arrogant person Li Muyun is. He originally wanted to meet him in the finals, so that he could defeat his old enemy in front of everyone, step on his own body, and step onto the path of the first person in the fifth academy. Throne, with a hearty victory in the finals, redeemed the regret of missing the competition for the first time, and then etched his name forever at the top of the list of registered disciples of this session.
"Really? It's a pity that in my opinion, there is no difference between the semi-finals and the final, because the one who wins in the end must be me." Ding Hao's eyes passed over Li Muyun's right wrist and chest, and he frowned slightly .
"You have become much sharper than before." Li Muyun slowly stretched out his right hand from his sleeve, and with a gentle grip, a long flaming sword condensed from purple mysterious energy slowly formed, scattering an astonishing metallic texture. .
Mysterious energy is like a knife!
This is a symbol of entering the realm of a great martial artist. The mysterious energy can be condensed into weapons and armor.
The purple flames burned blazingly, filled with a strange and noble aura. The doubts in Ding Hao's eyes became even more intense. Did I really guess wrong that the bronze ghost-faced masked man controlling the red flames was not the incarnation of Li Muyun
"Use all your strength. A mysterious mysterious weapon is not enough to defeat me."
As Ding Hao spoke, a series of transparent ripples appeared in the air around him. Four pure silver frost weapons appeared slowly, as if they had traveled through time and space, guarding Ding Hao's side. They were cold under the sunlight. The light is dazzling.
There was a strong chill in the air, as if it had gone from early spring to cold winter in an instant.
There was an uncontrollable exclamation from the crowd.
In one thought, the mysterious energy condensed into weapons and armor. To countless named disciples, it was simply a mythical existence. It was unbelievable that someone of the same generation could actually do this today.
The legendary great martial artist realm finally appeared in front of them.
Li Muyun looked at the four giant ice swords floating next to Ding Hao, then looked at the somewhat lonely purple flame sword in his hand, smiled proudly, and said: "Many times, quantity does not necessarily determine the outcome."
A hint of curvature appeared at the corner of Ding Hao's mouth, and he waved his hand gently.
call out!
Four giant ice swords shot out at the same time, like four streams of light, carrying endless cold air and murderous intent, spreading the sword net all over the sky, and strangled Li Muyun.
Li Muyun smiled slightly, swayed, and disappeared in an instant.
Bang bang bang bang!
Four consecutive explosions came out, as if a transparent icehouse hidden in the void was smashed, and pieces of silver ice suddenly sputtered, mixed with sparks of purple flames, and a white and purple mist headed towards Spread in all directions.
The four ice swords were instantly chopped into pieces by Li Muyun's purple flame sword.
The next moment, Li Muyun's figure quietly appeared five or six meters above Ding Hao's head, frozen in the void in a posture similar to that of King Kong's Derpy.
His face was solemn, he was muttering words, and he was holding the purple flame sword in both hands. Endless flames burst out from his body, sweeping the world and pouring into the purple sword.
The purple sword then changed.
It expanded dozens of times in an instant, becoming more than twenty meters long and five meters wide. Purple flames lingered on the blade, like a magic flame, with a soul-stirring power. It seemed that just one look at this magic flame would... Even the soul will be burned.
Most of the spectators around had no choice but to close their eyes at this moment.
This giant sword is so huge that the owner, Li Muyun, is as small as an ant in front of the giant sword and can simply be ignored.
This is obviously an extremely terrifying combat skill.
"The Flame of the Burning World·Slash!"
Li Muyun shouted loudly, like a god of war controlling the power of ancient demons. His arm sank, and the purple magic flame giant sword slashed at Ding Hao like the first time in the world.
Clear air waves visible to the naked eye separated sharply on both sides of the huge sword blade.
It was as if a heavenly blade plowed open the space barrier.
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