Chapter 194 Breakthrough

"interesting."

In the waiting room, Mo Wangqing looked at Song Wuya and Duan Yidao who came to the stage one after another, and said with a smile: "I have also seen their information, and each of them has mastered the most advanced saber technique inheritance, and they have perfected it early. , Compatible with the sword technique and the secret technique system, only need to get a glimpse of the true heart, see the true self in a life-and-death battle, and see the pursuit in the depths of the soul, then you can gather the will of martial arts and step into the realm of martial saints."

   "Master Mo is right."

Wan Qingshan said with a smile: "They didn't seem to have made this decision before, or they have always had this determination, but in fact they haven't done a good job in their hearts, but now... in Li Mi who is so powerful As long as they don't break through to the Martial Saints, it is already foreseeable that under the oppression of powerful opponents who will surely fail, their hearts have already begun to transform, and when this battle is over, they will truly recognize themselves and become Martial Saints."

  Speaking of this, he smiled: "Because, only by consolidating the will of martial arts and stepping into the realm of martial saints, can they have the hope of fighting against Li Mi."

   "The Catfish Effect."

   Mo Wangqing said, and smiled slightly: "If you are lucky, this World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference will probably have one or two more talents who are worth cultivating."

  The others nodded approvingly.

   Still, they're talking about luck.

   As for bad luck...

   It could only be that Song Wuya and Duan Yidao both died.

   BEST RESULTS…

  It is also mentally frustrated and loses the possibility of going further.

  …

   "This World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament... is really different from the past."

  In the auditorium, Cao Tianyou said: "In the past, on the first day, how could there be two large-scale seeding contests?"

  Lian Hongchen nodded.

   As for why...

  Both of them know.

   "Li Mi put too much pressure on them."

  Practice the world of mortals.

   "It's pressure and motivation."

Cao Tianyou said: "Don't forget, as early as half a month ago, Li Mi announced the news that she had become a Martial Saint. At that time, everyone had already realized that there was a powerful opponent. Even if they can’t retreat, they practice hard, these half a month... can be regarded as the precipitation before the breakthrough, and now they will use the world’s number one martial arts competition to have a life-and-death duel... I’m afraid that one or two of these people will be able to make further progress.”

"right."

   As Lian Hongchen said, he couldn't help but glanced in the direction where Li Mi was.

  If Li Mi chooses to hide her martial sage realm strength...

  Those things might not have happened.

  But he thought carefully...

   This scene of a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred boats competing for success is probably exactly what Li Mi wanted.

Moreover…

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

  In Lian Hongchen's mind, compared to these two people, including Zhao Yushi, Da Ri Shengzi, and Cheng Yufeng, Li Mi is the real peerless arrogance.

  This kind of self-confidence comes from his little by little, watching Li Mi's participation in the process of growing from a Baodan martial artist to a martial artist in just a few months.

  …

   On the competition stage.

  The host has already retreated far away.

  The organizing committee, as well as the nearest high-level star refiners responsible for ensuring the safety of the contestants also cheered up.

  But whether Song Wuya or Duan Yidao, neither of them made a move immediately.

  They are gathering momentum, and they are conniving at each other to gather momentum and cultivate sword intent.

   Duan Yidao is both a name and a nickname.

  His strongest is that knife like the cold light of the cold moon.

  Song Wuya...

   same thing.

  Although his saber technique is not as simple as a single slash, the most powerful move in it, Flowing Light from Beyond the Sky, is far more powerful than any ultimate move.

Forty years ago, the Ultimate Martial Saint-Peng Demon King Mo Guang used this knife on the stage of the King of the Century, almost beheading the King of the Century who fought from the mountain of corpses and blood, which is now the Tianyuan Federation. The most powerful person pays Qingtian!

  From this point, we can see how amazing the knife was.

   And right now...

  The two of them were ready to go, accumulating sword intent, even though no one spoke and did not move, an indescribable and unknown aura had enveloped the entire martial arts arena.

   "Shocking."

   Li Mu said.

  He looked at the tournament ring.

  The top of the competition stage has been completely enveloped in a murderous atmosphere.

   Moreover, as time went by, the saber intent accumulated by the two became stronger and stronger, and this chilling intent became more and more powerful.

   Even the noisy audience around them involuntarily restrained their voices.

  They didn't know why they stopped talking, but there was a voice in their head that kept telling them to be quiet.

   Don't disturb anything.

   Otherwise...

   It seems that something terrible is going to happen.

  In less than three minutes, there was a scene called "silence" for the first time in the venue of the No. 1 Martial Arts Competition in the World.

   On the competition stage, the two peerless swordsmen also conceived a sword intent for more than three minutes.

   Even if the two of them just stood on the stage indifferently, none of the audience felt bored and urged them with words.

  Li Mi stared at the two quietly.

  Even though they were separated by hundreds of meters, he could still feel the changes in the breaths of the two of them by means of perception.

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

   There is an urge to enter the state of activating martial arts will, to show one's strongest blow, to interrupt and destroy the power that is still gestating and accumulating.

   it seems...

  It really made him continue to gestate and accumulate momentum like this, and even he was unable to take the final slash.

   abrupt...

  Pneumatic traction.

"coming."

   Li Mu suddenly said.

  The next moment, Duan Yidao took the lead.

  The knife came out, and the silver-white blade shone with an indescribable beauty.

  It’s like the winter season. In the early morning, I go to the top of the mountain alone to enjoy the bright moon...

  A kind of indescribable coldness, loneliness, detachment, and cleanliness spread with the performance of the blade.

  Li Mi even involuntarily flashed a line of poetry in her mind.

  I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.

  So...

  It is full of sternness and glamor, as if it is not like all the sword lights in the world. After being sublimated into a fairy, it is like a banished fairy who has been relegated to the mortal world, falling down.

   And when this relegated immortal came to the world with a sad and beautiful sword light, and pointed at Song Wuya, Song Wuya also made a sword.

  Shocking!

  The brilliance of this knife is really like a stream of light from outside the sky, passing the earth, the direction of the knife light is shocking!

  Even Li Mi, who was a hundred meters away, could clearly feel the hairs all over her body stand up.

  That is the stress response of a living thing to sudden danger.

...

   You can see more clearly how fast and how gorgeous that knife light is.

   Not only him, there are not many martial saints whose martial arts will was stimulated at this moment.

  Everyone seems to finally understand why Song Wuya's sword is so powerful that it can kill martial saints.

because…

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

  A knife is like a cold moon, beautiful and quiet.

   One knife is like a meteor, shocking the sky.

  The sword intent clashes with the sword intent, and the sword light collides with the sword light, sharpening an unprecedented brilliance in an instant.

  Amidst the brilliance, neither of the two swordsmen hesitated, nor flinched.

  In their eyes, there is only the knife in their hands, and they trust the knife in their hands. At the same time, they do everything they can to swing him out.

  In this kind of slashing, Song Wuya's knife took the lead to break the limit.

   No one knows what he realized.

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

   It is really like a shooting star outside the sky, and extraordinary people can understand it.

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

   And this knife is too fast.

   Ethereal and unpredictable!

  A surprise!

   Like a streamer from outside the sky!

   Not to mention that his tactical instructor didn't have time to shout and admit defeat, even he himself couldn't see clearly how the knife was coming.

  Vaguely, he only had eyes for the banished immortal from the Lengyue Immortal Palace who was relegated to the mortal world.

  Although he is still a fairy, he is still in the mortal world, and he is entangled by the three thousand mortals, unable to escape.

  In the end, he fell to a force more terrible than death.

Lonely.

   The loneliness of immortality.

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

  It's a pity that he didn't resist the lonely years of practicing swordsmanship in obscurity, and chose to participate in the world's No.

  Famous all over the world.

  …

   "Oh."

  At this moment, an unknown number of people stood up from their seats at the same time, leaning forward.

   It seems that this can be seen more clearly.

  Song Wuya and Duan Yidao's figures crossed each other.

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

   It's like rebirth.

   Behind him...

"boom!"

   One knife in one section, the knife breaks.

   Fine iron filings sputtered from the broken blade.

  But his eyes were not focused on the broken blade, but seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory forever.

  Finally, as Song Wuya slowly withdrew his knife, his body leaned forward and fell down.

  Blood continued to flow from his body, soon staining the ground red.

  The breath of life is also rapidly leaving him.

   "Quick! Save people!"

   Duan Yidao's tactical director roared.

  But there was an old martial saint who shook his head: "It can't be saved."

   He saw it.

   It wasn't his wound that killed Duan Yidao.

   It's an injury on the spiritual level, even on the soul level.

  His sword intent was defeated, and the sword intent counterattacked, sinking into his own sword intent, and finally destroyed by his own sword intent.

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

  High-level star refiners forge star palaces, and each star palace is bred with astrology, which is called supernatural power, and has different effects.

  The supernatural powers in this star refiner's star palace are obviously related to healing.

but…

   Half a minute later.

  He still shook his head.

   So far, Duan Yidao has become the first player to fall in the round-robin competition of the world's number one martial arts competition.

  He used his death to assist Song Wuya in taking a crucial step towards becoming a martial saint.

   "You are a respectable opponent. I will walk 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 cast his eyes on Li Mi.

  (end of this chapter)