Chapter 144 A mortal’s wishful thinking of killing an immortal.

Rumble!

Violent collisions continued, and the two people on the ring could hardly be seen clearly. The audience could not see how the two sides competed, how they responded, who was injured, and who had the upper hand?

The duel between Chaofan was so fast that the middle-aged man known as the Sword Master could still see the movements, and Long Shaoming was so fast that he pulled out the afterimage.

In fact, Long Shaoming's speed is not much faster, about 50 kilometers per hour. The top speed of a small electric donkey is faster than him. The main reason why it seems so fast is that within a few square meters

It moves around so that people can't see it clearly.

Accelerate instantly and stop instantly, only extraordinary power can do it.

Zheng!

The iron sword in the sword master's hand suddenly burst into dazzling light, and the sword's intention locked on the moving lightning in the void. He raised the iron sword in his hand high, took a big breath of air into his lungs, and then let out a loud roar.

The sound wave spread out, and the audience who were closer to the venue felt their ears buzzing. Long Shaoming suddenly stopped, his steps were frivolous, and he almost lost his balance.

The flaw in this moment was caught by the sword master.

The sword blade fell, the sword light spanned dozens of meters, the stone slabs on the ground cracked, and there was a burst of flying sand and rocks.

Long Shaoming's heart skipped a beat, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. It was as if he was hanging above a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. Countless sword blades were stabbing at him, and there was no way to avoid or hide.

He subconsciously wrapped his whole body with thunder in an attempt to withstand the sword light. But before he could touch it, another voice in his heart told him

Can't stop it!

Avoid! Must avoid!

The body that had stopped suddenly accelerated and flashed to the right, and the sword light passed by the tip of his nose. Before Long Shaoming could be happy, a chill came from behind, and he threw out a thunderbolt without any hesitation.

A cold light flashed past, and the thunder was cut open.

The sword master swung three swords between the messages, and the speed was so fast that it seemed that he only swung one sword. Long Shaoming relied on his speed to pull away a dozen positions in an instant, and the opponent immediately followed up, biting him tightly.

Every second is dancing on the tip of the knife, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

This was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered. The sword seemed to be split in half as long as it touched him.

In an instant, the two people's offensive and defensive polarities reversed, and every sword swing would leave traces on the ring.

The sword master's swordsmanship is natural, and every blow is like a dragnet that blocks all his escape routes. And he himself is a sword practitioner. He comes from Qi, China, and was once a famous swordsman master.

Maybe he doesn't have any extraordinary power, but his skills can be said to be at the pinnacle among mortals. He has a huge advantage over Long Shaoming, a bitch like him.

The last sword to finish you off.

The sword master took a step forward, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. The flying sword in his hand flew out like a cannonball and hit the enemy's eyebrows.

Long Shaoming couldn't move. He didn't waste any energy and roared. He just stared at the sword and refused to let it go for a moment.

See through it, transcend it, kill him!

He raised his fingertips slightly and tapped the void, and a weak thunder light flew out.

The lightning hit the tip of the sword accurately, and the flying sword deviated from its original trajectory due to the impact, sliding past his right side and cutting off a few strands of hair.

When the sword master saw this scene, he also made a new move. He stretched out his index and middle fingers straight, with his palm facing up. He slightly raised the flying sword and turned around instantly.

The art of sword control was taught to him by the gods in his dream.

Long Shaoming immediately noticed Feijian turning around and punched him with thunder in his palm.

With a loud bang, Long Shaoming flew backwards and rolled dozens of times on the ground before barely regaining his balance. The sword master recalled his weapon, swayed for a moment, knelt on one knee and covered his chest.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

The audience watched with excitement and let out earth-shaking roars. People who were several kilometers away could hear the cheers coming from here. Compared with the previous crushing battles, this evenly matched extraordinary showdown was more enjoyable to watch.

sex.

The footage was broadcast around the world, and countless people stood up from their chairs to cheer them.

It is human nature to be strong, and the strong will always get flowers. This is the same no matter which world. The stronger the economic factor, the more attractive the competition. In the past, it was football, basketball, table tennis and other competitive sports, but now there is no doubt that

It's a battle between extraordinary beings.

Mortals in the spiritual world may be afraid, but modern people are more cheering when watching through the screen.

High in the sky, the powerful people can feel the sudden surge of faith. If converted into their realm, then the faith accumulated by the fragments of heaven at this time is enough to become a golden elixir powerhouse. In just two months, one can become a powerful person.

A strong man with golden elixir.

Even if they were reincarnated and rebuilt, they would not be able to recover to the golden elixir in two months if they had sufficient resources.

This is the power of faith. You can almost ignore time. As long as you have enough faith to transform into a god in one step, it will be no problem. The only problem is that faith is too complex and cannot be refined in a short time by any method. Even if it is refined, there will be a series of consequences.

question.

This problem has troubled countless powerful people and killed countless people.

If you eat too much incense of faith, you will lose your true self. Without your true self, you will naturally die. Even if his idol is still there, it is just God, not him. At the same time, God cannot think and has no subjective initiative. He will eventually follow his faith.

disappear and disappear.

If there is no external control, a Nascent Soul might be able to kill a god-level incense god in a hundred years.

Kill their faith and destroy their gods.

"It's too young." Someone shook his head slightly, "It's a waste of two rhymes. If I were to come, no matter who it was, he would have died a dozen times."

The mortals below watched with excitement, but in the eyes of these old monsters, the two of them were full of loopholes. What they looked at was not their realm, but their response in the fight. It can be said that every move used was very rough.

"How long have you lived, an old man? Compared with other children who are less than a hundred years old. These two little guys have not received any education, so it is already very good to be able to do this."

The following two people are not peerless geniuses themselves, and their current cultivation level is all thanks to the help of the fragments of heaven. If it were not for the fragments of heaven, they might not even be able to absorb their faith.

However, their bodies can't hold on for long. Even with the help of the fragments of heaven, after all, a mortal cannot bear so much faith.

They are ants after all.

The powerful people sitting high in the clouds have indifferent eyes, just waiting to decide the champion and see if mortals will be overwhelmed by the faith inside after receiving the fragments of heaven.

If you can persist for a period of time, it means that what Our Lady of White Lotus said is true.

Under the stage, the sword master suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then blood began to ooze from 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 spit 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 increased again.

Can one become stronger by vomiting blood?

"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Duan Yuan. I was once a swordsman, but now I am an unknown mortal."

He suddenly began to introduce himself. Long Shaoming looked confused, but he did not stop attacking with his hands and threw out a thunderbolt.

The sword master split the thunder with one sword, and the sword light spanned tens of meters, and it was several times more powerful.

What?!

Long Shaoming was shocked and turned away. He pulled away and looked at the man in the distance with uncertainty. For some reason, he had lost a lot of weight and his hair was stained with gray. He seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

But his power did not weaken, on the contrary, it became stronger and stronger.

Why is this happening?

"Why, don't you want to talk to me, an old uncle?" The uncle named Duan Yuan did not pursue the victory. For some reason, he seemed to want to talk to himself, in this life and death arena.

Generally speaking, players do not communicate with each other. Because speaking requires strength and distracts oneself, everyone is fighting for their lives. They may not be as good as monks, but their determination to obtain extraordinary power is definitely not as good as monks.

weak.

Long Shaoming hesitated for a moment and said, "Long Shaoming."

"A very good name, dragon. It ascends to the sky at the vernal equinox, dives into the abyss at the autumnal equinox, and calls for wind and rain. Shaoming shines in all directions and calls it Ming."

Duan Yuan nodded slightly in praise, and then asked: "Did you kill all those gangsters during this period? Young is good, energetic and fearless, and anyone who sees evil will be killed."

Long Shaoming did not answer, and took advantage of the short gap to adjust his breathing. At this time, blood oozed slightly from his abdomen, and the wound left last night opened again.

Then he had an inexplicable nosebleed. This was not the first time.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yuan said pointedly:

"You should also feel that this extraordinary power comes at a price. Every time we use it, our bodies will be damaged to varying degrees. If a 500ml water bottle wants to hold two liters of water, do you think the bottle will burst?

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"The answer is undoubtedly yes. Our bodies are like that water bottle, which has been stretched to pieces. Everyone who has gained extraordinary power can feel the painful swelling, but no one has given up on it."

Duan Yuan's hand holding the sword was slightly raised, and a strong wind roared instantly. Unparalleled sword intent erupted from his body, and his aura reached the peak of foundation building.

He himself is a mortal, but today he has gained extraordinary power, and he doesn't want to let it go even if he dies.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

"Boy, let me give you something." Duan Yuan used his remaining spiritual consciousness to teach the other party how to resist and absorb faith.

This is a method he found out. It may be very crude, but at least it can help him.

During this period, Yuan's momentum also climbed to the late stage of foundation building.

The powerful men high in the sky raised their eyebrows slightly, showing a slight hint of interest.
To be continued...