The mortals below were excited, but in the eyes of these old monsters, the two were full of loopholes. They were not looking at the realm, but the response of the two in the fight, and each move could be said to be very crude.
"How long have you lived, old man? And you're still comparing yourself to kids who are less than a hundred years old. These two little guys have never received any instruction, so it's already very good that they can fight like this."
The two people below were not geniuses, and their current cultivation was entirely due to the help of the Heavenly Dao fragments. If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao fragments, they probably wouldn't even be able to absorb faith.
However, their bodies could not hold out for much longer. Even with the help of the fragments of Heaven's Dao, a mortal could not bear so much faith.
After all, we are just ants.
The powerful ones sitting high in the clouds had indifferent looks in their eyes, just waiting to decide the champion, to see if the mortal who got the fragment of the Heavenly Dao would be overwhelmed by the faith inside.
If you can persist for a period of time, it means that what the White Lotus Mother said is true.
Offstage, the Sword Master suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then blood began to seep out of his nose and eyes. The sudden change made Long Shaoming stop his movements and look at him with a look of surprise.
"Ugh!" The Sword Master spat out a large mouthful of blood again, mixed with some minced meat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, and his momentum rose again.
Can you become stronger by vomiting blood?
"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Duan Yuan. I used to be a swordsmanship master, but now I am an unknown mortal."
He suddenly began to introduce himself. Long Shaoming looked puzzled, but he did not stop attacking and casually threw out a bolt of lightning.
The sword master split the thunder with one sword, and the sword light spanned dozens of meters, becoming several times more powerful.
What? !
Long Shaoming was horrified, and he kept pulling away, looking at the man in the distance with uncertainty. For some reason, he looked much thinner, and his hair was slightly gray, as if he had aged a dozen years in an instant.
But his power did not weaken, on the contrary it became stronger and stronger.
Why is this happening?
"What? You don't want to talk to an old uncle like me?" The uncle named Duan Yuan did not press on with his victory. For some reason, he seemed to want to talk to him on this life-and-death arena.
Generally speaking, the contestants would not communicate with each other. Talking would take effort and distract them, and everyone was fighting for their lives. They might not be as good as monks, but their determination to gain extraordinary power was definitely no weaker than that of monks.
Long Shaoming hesitated for a moment and said, "Long Shaoming."
"It's a very good name. Dragon ascends to the sky at the spring equinox and dives into the abyss at the autumnal equinox, calling the wind and rain. Shao Ming, shining on all directions, is called Ming."
Duan Yuan nodded slightly in praise, and then asked, "Did you kill all those gangsters during this period? Being young is good, you are full of energy and fearless, and you kill the evildoers you see."
Long Shaoming did not answer, and took advantage of the short break to adjust his breathing. At this time, blood was oozing out of his abdomen, and the wound left last night was split again.
Then he started bleeding from his nose for no apparent reason. This was not the first time.
Seeing this scene, Duan Yuan said meaningfully:
"You should have felt that this extraordinary power comes at a price. Every time we use it, our bodies will be damaged to varying degrees. If we want to put two liters of water in a 500 ml bottle, do you think the bottle will burst?"
"The answer is undoubtedly yes. Our bodies are like that water bottle. They have been broken into pieces. Everyone who has gained extraordinary power can feel the painful swelling, but no one has given up on it."
Duan Yuan slightly raised his sword-holding hand, and instantly a strong wind blew, and unparalleled sword intent burst out from him, and his aura was approaching the peak of foundation building.
He was just an ordinary man, but today he gained extraordinary power and he didn't want to let it go even if he died.
If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.
"Boy, let me give you something." Duan Yuan used his remaining spiritual power to teach the other party how to resist and absorb faith.
This is the method he figured out. It may be very crude, but at least it can help him.
At this time, Duan Yuan's momentum also climbed to the late stage of foundation building.
The powerful people in the sky raised their eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of interest.
This mortal is constantly absorbing faith, but it is very rare for him to absorb it actively.
Long Shaoming's expression became extremely solemn, and his body was almost unable to move due to the pressure from the other party's aura.
Why did such a huge gap appear between them in just a few minutes?
Duan Yuan walked towards him step by step. At this moment, even the audience without any cultivation could see that the Sword Saint had the upper hand. Just when Long Shaoming was about to fight desperately, he suddenly froze. He saw that the appearance of the uncle in front of him seemed to have changed.
He turned into an old man wearing a linen robe and holding a broken sword in his hand.
Walking to the center of the venue, Duan Yuan stopped, raised the iron sword in his hand high in front of everyone, and pointed it to the sky.
"Please ask the immortal in heaven to test the sword."
clang!
The sword intent of the Supreme Wuji resounded through the sky, and a ray of sword light shattered the barrier and rushed straight into the sky. The thick clouds were cut open, and figures appeared before the world.
They sit on the clouds, overlooking the world, like immortal gods.
"Mortal, stop overstepping your authority!"
One of them showed an angry look on his face, and he slapped out with his palm. The powerful magic power turned into a giant palm and pressed towards the mortal below.
Ordinary people in the audience were stunned when they saw the palm that covered the sky and the sun.
Duan Yuan looked up to the sky and laughed, the strong wind blew up his pale hair, and there was no fear in his eyes. He leaped into the air, doing the work of an immortal with a mortal body.
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