"How is it possible? I actually drew Ding Hao? Damn, how could my luck become so bad? Could it be that Ding Hao can restrain my luck?"

The little fat man was depressed.

Almost everyone agreed.

Today's Ding Hao is invincible, instead of consuming strength to fight with Ding Hao, it is better to enter the loser's group and look for opportunities again.

Time flies by in the fierce competition.

In the blink of an eye, six days have passed.

I don't know who took the lead in spreading it, and the one-sword covenant between Ding Hao and Li Muyun has regained everyone's attention.

Many people only then remembered that in the first five-court competition, Li Muyun swept a qiē and a qiē opponent as a king, only when facing Ding Hao, because he couldn't crack Ding Hao's [closed-door thank-you], the arrogant and conceited Li Muyun threw a long sword and took the initiative to retire.

At that time, there was a sword covenant between the two, and Li Muyun swore that the next time they met, they would crack the [Closed-door Thanksgiving Sword Style].

Now that a year has passed, whether it is Li Muyun or Ding Hao, the strength of the two has grown by leaps and bounds, if they face off again, who will have the last laugh?

This showdown is getting hotter and hotter.

Towards the last day, the draw results were announced, and Li Muyun and Ding Hao, the two recognized favorites, finally met in the semifinals.

On the giant viewing platform in the distance, the heads and brains of many major forces inside and outside the sect, including the head Li Jianyi, appeared one by one.

According to the tradition of the Sword Asking Sect, in order to show the importance of the named disciples, the head of each year-end examination, the head of the sect and the head of the six peaks and six seats must be present.

Li Jianyi was dressed in white clothes like snow, his appearance was handsome, and he sat majestically in the position of the main seat, and beside him were the six major peaks, including the Lord of Luo Feng, and other powerful giants of the Sword Sect.

The giants who don't eat fireworks in the world on weekdays are also whispering about this upcoming dragon and tiger fight at this time, and the black-bellied male king Juefeng, who has never been considered a high-level in the Sword Sect, doesn't know why, he even rarely appeared on the seat of the viewing platform, and the position is relatively high.

In the martial arts arena, around the duel ring, there are crowds of people, and the water is impassable.

Almost every master who could be called the number one in the five academies of the registered disciples appeared in the crowd, and they were unwilling to miss such a high-end duel that really belonged to the registered disciples.

The black head seemed to be a black countercurrent, and there was an eerie silence all around.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two peerless figures in the ring, for fear of missing any of their actions or words.

In the ring.

"Our showdown seems to have come a little earlier than expected. Li Muyun has the posture of a king, with a faint smile on his face, and has an admirable demeanor.

Ding Hao knew what he meant.

Li Muyun is such a proud and conceited person, he originally wanted to meet himself in the ring of the final, so that he could defeat his old enemy in front of everyone, step on his corpse, step on the throne of the first person in the five academies, and use a hearty final victory to redeem the regret of missing the big competition for the first time, and then engrave his name eternally at the top of the list of registered disciples in this session.

"Yes, but in my opinion, the semi-finals are no different from the finals, because the one who wins in the end must be me. Ding Hao's gaze swept over Li Muyun's right wrist and chest, and he frowned slightly.

"You're a lot sharper than you used to be. Li Muyun's right hand slowly stretched out from his sleeve, and with a slight grip, a flame sword formed by the condensation of purple Xuan Qi slowly formed, scattering an astonishing metallic texture.

Xuanqi is like a knife!

This is a symbol of entering the realm of the Great Martial Master, and the Xuan Qi can condense the blade and armor.

The purple flame was burning, filled with a strange and noble aura, and the doubt in Ding Hao's eyes was even stronger, could I really guess wrong, the bronze ghost-faced mask man who controlled the crimson flame was not the incarnation of Li Muyun?

"Take out all your strength, a Xuanqi divine weapon is not enough to defeat me. ”

Ding Hao said, the air around him swayed a string of transparent ripples, and the four pure silver frost divine weapons, as if they had come through time and space, slowly emerged, guarding Ding Hao's side, and the cold was dazzling under the sunlight.

The air was cold, as if it had come from early spring to cold winter in an instant.

An uncontrollable exclamation rang out from the crowd.

In a flash, the Xuan Qi condensed into a blade armor, which was a mythical existence for countless registered disciples, and I couldn't imagine that someone in his generation had really done this today.

The legendary Great Martial Master Realm of [Xuan Qi Like a Knife] finally appeared in front of them.

Li Muyun looked at the four ice giant swords floating beside Ding Hao, and then at the purple flame sword that was a little lonely in his hand, smiled proudly, and said, "Many times, quantity does not necessarily determine victory or defeat. ”

A trace of arc appeared at the corner of Ding Hao's mouth, and he waved his hand lightly.

Shout!

Four ice giant swords shot out at the same time, like four streamers, with endless cold and killing intent, sprinkled the sword net in the sky, and strangled towards Li Muyun.

Li Muyun smiled slightly, his figure flickered, and disappeared in place in an instant.

Bang bang!

Four crackling sounds came out in a row, like a transparent ice vault hidden in the void being smashed, and pieces of silver ice suddenly splattered, mixed with purple flames of sparks, and a white and purple mist spread out in all directions.

The four ice swords were instantly shattered by Li Muyun's purple flame sword.

In the next moment, Li Muyun's figure silently appeared five or six meters above Ding Hao's head, condensing in the void in a posture similar to King Kong Derpy's [Sinking Knee Kill].

His face was solemn, his mouth was full of words, his hands held the purple flame sword, and endless flames burst out from his body, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and pouring into the purple sword.

The purple sword then underwent a mutation.

It swelled dozens of times in an instant, more than twenty meters long and five meters wide, and the purple flame swirled around the blade, like a demonic flame, with a breathtaking power, as if even the soul would be burned as long as he glanced at this demonic flame.

Most of the spectators around had to choose to close their eyes at this moment.

This giant sword is so huge that Li Muyun, the master, is as small as an ant in front of the giant sword, which can be ignored.

This is obviously an extremely terrifying combat skill.

"Scorching Flame: Slash!"

Li Muyun shouted, like a god of war controlling the power of ancient demons, his arm sank, and the purple demon flame giant sword was aimed at Ding Hao, and it was slashed down like a groundbreak.

Clear waves of qi visible to the naked eye abruptly parted on both sides of the huge blade.

It's like a heavenly blade plowing through the space barrier.