"cut!"
The sword light of a hundred meters cut off the giant palm that spanned a hundred meters, and the air wave rebounded thousands of meters.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators stared at this scene in amazement. They didn't expect that the extraordinary duel would turn into a battle of gods. Why did the finalist suddenly run to challenge the referee?
Duan Yuan stood in the air, looking up at the immortal in the sky, with a wild smile on his face, and asked, "Is there anyone who wants to fight with me?"
He is extremely crazy, his style is unmatched, and he challenges the gods in the sky with his mortal body.
This scene spread all over the world through the Internet, and countless people were amazed by his actions. The existence of cultivators has long been a consensus, but they rarely appear in front of the public. Even in this competition held by cultivators, the number of times that cultivators show up is very few.
In the eyes of the public, those who practice spiritual cultivation are like the gods in legends, looking down on the world from high above, powerful and mysterious.
But today, someone actually challenged the gods.
Faith surged instantly, Duan Yuan's aura finally broke through the golden elixir, and blood was oozing from every part of his body.
Life is like a candle in the wind, and death may come at any time.
"Hahaha! It feels so good, even a god is no more than this." Duan Yuan swung out his sword again, a sword that burned out his life.
The sword light spanned thousands of meters, illuminating the entire competition venue and allowing millions of people in the city to see his style.
"So what if I don't have the talent to practice? Today, I will go against the will of heaven and kill the immortal!"
More than a dozen Jindan masters did not speak, they looked down with their eyes lowered, their expressions did not change at all, and the dazzling sword light could not make them blink.
Boom!
Another palm fell and collided with the sword light. Under the attention of hundreds of thousands of people, countless people around the world prayed for him unconsciously.
With a bang, the sword light shattered upon contact.
The palm slapped Duan Yuan and pushed him back to the field in an instant. The violent impact broke the entire ring into two halves. For a moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and dust rose up to five or six meters.
After a while, the dust gradually dissipated and the arena was in a mess.
The man who challenged the immortal god has disappeared, leaving only a pool of red flesh.
Blood splattered on Long Shaoming. His mouth was slightly open but no sound came out.
"The winner is Long Shaoming."
There were sounds neither sad nor happy coming from the sky. The gods sitting high in the clouds remained as before, only the mortals were moved by themselves.
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