"Bring your sword."

Song Wuya looked at him calmly: "You have practiced swordsmanship! You have used swords to kill orc warriors, red-toothed tigers, including that orc warrior! Holding a sword! This is your strongest form!"

Li Fei paused when she heard what he said.

but……

Out of respect for his opponent, he did as he asked and wore his sword.

Then, step by step, step onto the competition stage.

This scene made Zhao Yushi frown.

She couldn't help but glance at Song Wuya.

Doesn't he know that Li Ming's vitality has not yet recovered?

What if Li Ming, who is not in her peak form, wins?

How can we prove that he is worthy of the title of No. 1 in the world?

However, she considered that Song Wuya had just broken through and was not yet in perfect condition. He faced Li Fei whose energy had not yet recovered...

It can barely be weighed at half a catty.

Therefore, she finally said nothing more.

But, looking at Li Mu with the sword...

But she remembered it.

turn out to be……

He also knows swordsmanship.

So, in order for her to live up to her title of number one, she has to fight, and she also has to fight Li Ming in her strongest form.

…

Song Wuya's act of challenging Li Mu naturally surprised countless people.

especially……

Li Fei also accepted the challenge.

Looking at the figure walking towards the competition stage with a sword, all the martial arts saints in the field started talking almost at the same time.

"A semi-final that comes early, or even a final."

"Song Wuya...why did he suddenly challenge Li Mu!? He even didn't hesitate to use the privileges of a seeded player for this?"

"Who knows, I thought that the battle between Song Wuya and Li Mi would be left to the end, and the final number one in the world would most likely be decided between them. Unexpectedly, the second round of the round robin has just arrived.

They are gone."

"I'm afraid it's the swordsman's arrogance that's causing trouble, but what I'm more curious about is, what's Li Ma's swordsmanship like? His boxing skills have been proven to us in actual battles, and they are definitely among the strongest. But if his swordsmanship is the same

Not bad, with the innate advantages of weapons... oh, I'm afraid his evaluation will have to be raised to a higher level."

Unexpectedly.

For everyone, it was unexpected that Song Wuya invited Li Mu to fight and even asked Li Mu to fight with a sword.

Among them is Li Ming.

Now that he was on stage, he looked at Song Wuya like this: "You surprise me."

"I know."

Song Wuya said: "But when I witnessed you confronting the Holy Son of the Sun with your pure strength, I knew that I had no choice."

"Why?"

Li Midao.

"because……"

Song Wuya's mood fluctuated slightly: "Afraid!"

"fear?"

This answer surprised Li Mu.

Not only him, but also the host who happened to hear the two chatting before leaving the stage was also surprised.

The answer Song Wuya gave was...

fear!?

"In the beginning, I learned how to use the sword from my grandfather. He told me that a qualified swordsman should not be afraid of anything, anything, including anyone!"

Song Wuya said: "Since I have been practicing swordsmanship, I have encountered countless opponents, big and small. Even the Martial Saint, who represents the pinnacle of martial arts, has died under my sword. In my life, I have never known fear or depression.

What is it!"

As he said that, he looked at Li Ma: "But you... made me feel it."

"oh."

Li Ma listened patiently.

"At the age of twenty-three, you became a Martial Saint, defeated Cheng Yufeng head-on, and faced the attack of the Holy Son of the Sun in his strongest form. You were able to rely on your strength to fight him evenly without dodging... Li Ming! You are too strong.

It's like a high mountain, spanning in front of my eyes, blocking my sight!"

Song Wuya looked at Li Mu, and said every word sincerely: "You are the first man who makes me feel that I may not be able to surpass him no matter how hard I try in this life!"

When Li Mu heard this, she understood.

"This feeling makes me terrified, uneasy, uneasy, and confused."

Song Wuya slowly pulled out his saber: "I don't know how to solve this problem, and I don't know how to cross and surpass this high mountain. The only thing I can do is to take advantage of the opportunity while I'm still alive.

I have enough courage to face you before I draw my sword!"

The cold sword intent began to permeate his body, and his words were filled with an absolute will that could not be shaken by any external object.

"Destroy your mountain!"

"good."

Li Ma said seriously: "Your courage amazes me."

"Then, let me see how high your mountain is."

After Song Wuya said this, all the distracting thoughts in his heart were eliminated.

At this moment, there was nothing else in his eyes but Li Mu.

as well as……

The high mountain that Li Ma transformed into.

And the concept of his own existence seems to be gradually blurred, or his personal spirit and will are gradually integrated with the knife in his hand.

In the world, there is no more Li Ming and no Song Wuya.

There is only one sword, a sword that tears the sky and cuts through the clouds.

And a towering mountain that seems to have no top.

"Every mountain is always higher than the next. There is no shortage of mountains in this world. One day, someone will come, trample and crush my mountain, and tell me unruly that my path is wrong..."

Within Li Fei's body, the secret burning technique was operating silently. In an instant, it was as if an oven was ignited and detonated in his calm body. The fiery and violent energy and blood surged out from the oven like a torrent and poured into his whole body.

: "But before that, brave climber, I will use my strongest sword to pay tribute to your determination to climb without hesitation in the face of great difficulties."

"Qiang!"

The sword roars!

The moment the sword was swung out, the sky and the earth shone with light!

It's like a big sun suddenly breaks through the clouds in the originally dark sky, pouring out endless brilliance, illuminating the heaven and earth.

The brilliance carried blazing and terrifying flames, and vaguely, there seemed to be a three-legged divine bird in the center, spreading its wings and soaring, emitting a soul-stirring long roar.

And almost when the long and harsh chants and the bright flames in the sky reached their peak, Song Wuya drew his sword.

His sword fell from the sky.

Falling like a meteor.

No trace to be found.

Ethereal and unpredictable.

Almost at the moment when the sword was drawn, it penetrated the blazing shadow of the sun that illuminated the heaven and earth with the force of thunder.

The friction between the sword light and the sword light caused flames visible to the naked eye to burst out in the void where the two of them were.

The swords had not yet crossed each other, but the endless flames exploded as if they collided.

Especially in Li Ma's perception...
To be continued...