Boom!
The sounds of violent collisions continued, and the two people on the ring were almost invisible. The audience could not see how the two sides were competing, how they responded, who was injured, and who had the upper hand.
The speed of the duel between the extraordinary people was so fast that the middle-aged man known as the Sword Saint could still see the movements. Long Shaoming's speed was so fast that he left an afterimage.
In fact, Long Shaoming's speed was not that fast, only about 50 kilometers per hour. The top speed of a small electric donkey was faster than his. The main reason why he looked so fast was that he was moving around in a few square meters, so it was difficult to see clearly.
Accelerate instantly and stop instantly, only extraordinary power can do it.
clang!
The iron sword in the sword master's hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the sword intent locked onto the lightning that was moving in the void. He raised the iron sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly.
The sound waves spread, and the audience who were closer to the venue only felt their ears buzzing, and Long Shaoming stopped suddenly, his steps unsteady, and he almost couldn't stand.
The Sword Master seized this flaw at this moment.
The sword blade fell, and the sword light spanned dozens of meters. The stone slabs on the ground cracked, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.
Long Shaoming's heart suddenly jumped, and the hairs on his body stood up, as if he was hanging on a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. Countless sword blades stabbed at him, and there was no way to avoid it or dodge it.
He subconsciously wrapped his whole body in thunder, trying to withstand the sword light. But before he could touch it, another voice in his heart told him
Unstoppable!
Get out of the way! You must get out of the way!
The body that had stopped suddenly accelerated and flashed to the right, and the sword light brushed past his nose. Before Long Shaoming could be happy, he felt a chill behind him, and he turned around without any hesitation and threw out a thunderbolt.
A cold light flashed by, and the thunder was cut apart.
The sword master swung three swords at a speed so fast that it seemed as if he had only swung one sword. Long Shaoming used his speed to pull away more than ten positions. The opponent immediately caught up and bit him tightly. Every second was dancing on the edge of the knife. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.
This was the strongest opponent he had ever faced, and it seemed as if the sword would be split in half if it touched him.
In an instant, the offensive and defensive poles of the two were reversed, and every sword swing would leave a mark on the ring.
The swordsmanship of the swordsman was natural, and every move was like a net that blocked all his escape routes. He himself was a swordsman, he came from Qi, Shenzhou, and was once a famous swordsman.
Maybe he doesn't have any extraordinary powers, but his skills are at the pinnacle among mortals, which gives him a huge advantage over that little brat Long Shaoming.
The last sword will end you.
The sword master took a step forward, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment. The flying sword in his hand flew out like a cannonball and went straight to the enemy's forehead.
Long Shaoming was unable to move. He did not waste his energy roaring. He just stared at the sword, refusing to let go for even a moment.
See through it, transcend it, kill him!
He raised his fingertips slightly, tapped the air, and a faint flash of lightning shot out.
The lightning hit the tip of the sword accurately, and the flying sword deviated from its original trajectory due to the impact, slid past his right side and cut off a few strands of hair.
Upon seeing this scene, the Sword Master also made a new move. He stretched out his index and middle fingers straight, palms facing up, and raised them slightly, and the flying sword instantly turned back.
The art of wielding a sword was taught to him by the gods in his dream.
Long Shaoming was the first to notice the flying sword turning back, and he punched back with lightning in his palm.
With a loud bang, Long Shaoming flew backwards and rolled on the ground for dozens of times before he managed to stabilize his body. The Sword Master recalled his weapon, staggered a bit, and knelt on one knee, covering his chest.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!”
The audience was so excited that their blood boiled and they roared loudly. People from several kilometers away could hear the cheers coming from here. Compared with the previous crushing battle, this evenly matched and extraordinary duel was more entertaining.
The images were broadcast all over the world, and countless people stood up from their chairs to cheer for them.
It is human nature to admire the strong, and the strong will always get flowers, no matter which world it is. The stronger the economic factors of the game, the more people will pay attention to it. In the past, it was football, basketball, table tennis and other competitive sports, but now it is undoubtedly the battle between extraordinary people.
Ordinary people in the spiritual world may be afraid, but modern people watching through the screen are more likely to cheer.
In the sky, the powerful people could feel the sudden surge of faith. If converted to their realm, the faith accumulated by the fragments of the Heavenly Dao at this time would be enough to make a Jindan strongman. In just two months, a Jindan strongman could be made.
Even if they were reincarnated and started over, they would not be able to recover to the Golden Elixir stage in two months if they had sufficient resources.
This is the power of faith. You don't need to consider time. As long as you have enough faith, you can achieve the Nascent Soul Transformation. The only problem is that the faith is too mixed. No method can be used to refine it in a short time. Even if it is refined, there will be a series of problems.
This problem has troubled countless powerful people and killed countless people.
If you eat too much incense, you will lose your true self, and without your true self, you will die. Even if his statue is still there, it is just a god, not him. At the same time, the god cannot think, has no subjective initiative, and will eventually disappear with the disappearance of faith.
If there is no external control, a Nascent Soul may be able to kill a Deity of the Deity Transformation level in a hundred years.
Kill their faith and destroy their gods.
"Too naive." Someone shook his head slightly, "Two Dao Yuns were wasted in vain. If I were here, no matter who it was, they would have died dozens of times."
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