"That knife... I can't see clearly at all!"

"The sword comes from outside the sky, leaving no trace or trace to rely on. This is the true meaning of the meteor sword from outside the sky! Song Wuya has fully understood the meaning of this sword! At this moment, he already has a power comparable to that of the Peng Demon King back then.

Potential! As long as he continues on this path, in the future, he will even be qualified to stand on the stage of the King of the Century and compete with other extreme martial saints for the King of the Century!"

"I had already guessed that Song Wuya challenged Duan Yidao because he felt the huge pressure from Li Mu, making him realize that if he didn't break through himself, he would never be able to compete with him for first place! Unexpectedly... he

They actually did it. Two peerless swordsmen, in the midst of life and death, sought their true self, sublimated their souls, forged their martial will, and aspired to become the Martial Saint! Song Wuya's breakthrough... The world's best martial arts club has added another variable!"

One by one, the martial saints couldn't help the excitement in their hearts and spoke out.

Many of them are even tactical instructors for the contestants.

The surprise in his words did not take into account the emotions of the contestants around him.

People like Ying Long, Nan Lifeng, and Yan Hongtu were clenching their fists tightly at this moment. Looking at the shining light on the competition stage, Song Wuya, who had the courage to challenge Li Mu, they all wanted to take his place.

And the Holy Son of the Sun, who had just gained confidence with a devastating victory, also had a solemn look on his face.

"I really don't know whether to say you are lucky...or unlucky."

Next to Zhao Yushi, his tactical instructor sighed: "This World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament will definitely become the most dazzling one in the history of martial arts tournaments. In the next few years, or even in the next ten years, people will talk about the world

During the First Martial Arts Tournament, it is inevitable to comment on some of the best contestants of this year."

He turned his attention to Zhao Yushi: "If you don't want to be the background of Li Mu and Song Wuya, you need to work harder! Don't think about making up for the shortcomings of melee combat. No weapon in this world is perfect.

In the next time, you will practice attacking! If you can take advantage of your one-inch-long and one-inch-strong spear skills to the extreme, Song Wuya and Li Ming, you can fight and win together!"

Zhao Yushi didn't speak, just held the spear in his hand.

His eyes became colder and colder.

…

On the fighting stage.

Song Wuya's eyes fell on Li Mu and said calmly: "You are my biggest surprise in this World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament... Promise me not to fall down too early."

"How long will it take for you to maintain your promotion status?"

Li Ma did not respond, but asked this question.

"One day is enough."

Song Wuya said.

"I'll give you three days."

Li Ma smiled slightly: "You must work hard, young man."

Song Wuya took a deep look at Li Mu and said nothing.

Just like that, holding the knife, he walked off the competition stage under the host's announcement of the winner.

…

"This session is really good."

After watching this scene, Mo Wangqing had a sincere smile on his face. He stood up and turned to Wan Qingshan: "Keep order well and don't let any rumors that shouldn't arise."

"Understood, please rest assured, Master Mo. We will do our best to maintain fairness and justice in every World No. 1 Martial Arts Conference."

Wan Qingshan immediately promised.

Mo Wangqing nodded.

With him watching, no one in Wanqingshan and the organizing committee would dare to do anything excessive.

At that moment, he glanced at Su Mai again and said with a smile: "This time in the Taibai Kingdom is really surprising, but I think Li Ma's skills and swordsmanship seem to be relatively ordinary. Although they are exquisite, they are not yet successful."

System, you need to fill in this aspect more."

"Master Mo's lesson is that when I go back, I will ask him about his relevant needs, and I will do my best to satisfy any of his requirements regarding the practice."

Su Mai said quickly.

"Um."

The great star refiner smiled and nodded: "If you have any difficulties, you can also raise them with us. Our Tianyuan Federation will not treat him badly by hiding some advanced cultivation techniques."

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt their breath suffocated.

Bring it up to them!?

What's the meaning!?

They are referring to the organizing committee of the No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament in the World?

Or the Tianyuan Dynasty or the Tianyuan Federation?

or……

The most powerful person behind him who stands at the top of the entire Tianyuan Federation and can decide the honor and disgrace of a country with a single word!?

Su Mai's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and then she quickly said: "Thank you Master Mo for your love. If Li Minuo knows that Master Mo values ​​​​him, she will definitely be overjoyed."

Mo Wangqing smiled and nodded.

He chatted with Wan Qingshan and others for a while, then said goodbye and left.

On the one hand, the next game is probably not worth watching.

On the other hand, he does have limited time.

As the great disciple of Fu Qingtian, he represents the most powerful Tianyuan man.

His weight is far beyond what ordinary great star refiners can match.

…

The game continues.

Song Wuya has already fought, and Duan Yidao is dead.

Next…

"Let's invite Su Feiyu, a heroine from the Taibai Kingdom's royal family, to the stage!"

"My turn?"

Su Feiyu was stunned.

she?

Who should she challenge?

Needless to say, Ms. Li.

She planned to give him some blood after he had gone through a bloody battle that was extremely draining.

The remaining Zhao Yushi, Cheng Yufeng, Yan Hongtu, Holy Son of the Sun, and others have already participated in the battle. Even Song Wuya, Nan Lifeng, and Yinglong have also been on the competition stage.

Then her next opponent...

After thinking about it, Su Feiyu stepped onto the competition stage.

"You can choose to invite a certain player to fight, but since all the players have already played and are not at their peak, the opponent has the right to refuse. And after your invitation to fight is rejected, you can choose to move your field to

Postponed to the next cycle."

The host explained the rules familiarly.

This situation has happened before in the round robin, and they naturally have a set of rules for dealing with it.

Postponing it to the next cycle does not mean that she will automatically win. She will still have to play all the games by then.

Of course, since Duan Yidao is dead, the original nine round-robin games will automatically become eight games, and her performance can rise from tenth to ninth at worst.

"I choose to challenge..."

Su Feiyu's eyes turned and fell on Ying Long, who had been unruly in the Shadow Forest Town: "He."

As soon as these words came out, Yinglong's face, which was already suffering from bruises and swelling, turned even redder.

He felt deeply humiliated again.

When Su Feiyu challenged him, didn't she think that he was the weakest among them all?

In front of hundreds of thousands of viewers of the world's best martial arts competition, and hundreds of millions or billions of people broadcasting the program, this kind of shame is simply difficult to wash away even if you pour all the water in the river.

He Yinglong...

"Then player Ying Long, your response is..."

The host turned his attention to this Eagle Claw contestant.

And he...

Blushing.

The coldness in his eyes and murderous intent seemed to burst out like flames.

Finally, he replied coldly: "I refuse!"
To be continued...