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Outside the court, the audience was confused.

The audience in front of the TV was even more confused.

The host was also confused.

Although he has a quasi-king level, and although he has shared vision with the quasi-monarch elf at a nearby observation point since the beginning of the game,...

He didn't see clearly at all, no, he didn't see what happened.

"Why did the Gale Condor fall to the ground? What did the prophet of destiny do at that moment? Let us ask the guests outside the venue."

There were five guests sitting at the front of the audience.

These people all have a lot of background.

There are well-known masters, a muscle brother who has won the White Elephant Club competition several times in a row, a veteran king who is over sixty years old, and...

But the guests were equally confused, and the host had to ask for help from the mysterious big man sitting on the far left.

"Hello Mr. Wu, may I ask what kind of confrontation the two monarchs had at this moment?"

The big shot named Wu, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed, and with the unique mature charm of a middle-aged man, made many aunts in front of the TV scream.

Mr. Wu looked at the field and spoke calmly, "The confrontation between the two elves is actually very simple. The Gale Condor is very fast, but..."

"The prophet of destiny predicted the opponent's prediction and killed him instantly with one move."

"Oh?" The host's eyes lit up, "Can you explain it in detail?"

Mr. Wu paused for a moment, coughed, and said with a serious expression, "The elimination round has just begun, and information acquisition is also an important part of the elf battle. It is not appropriate to just report the information about the prophet. "

"Ah yes!"

The host said hurriedly, "Then the Winged King will be the first to summon the elves. Let's wait and see."

He said, and floated back to the high platform with the help of the elf's power.

Seeing this, Mr. Wu wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have agreed to be a guest at this peak competition!

Overestimating yourself.

So careless.

Fortunately, I am smart. If my junior brother were here, he would probably have predicted the outcome and process before the game even started.

…

The battle process was similar to what Su Hao expected.

The Winged King summoned a new elf and was killed in seconds.

Kong Yun chose to change the elf.

No match.

Kong Yun then sent the prophet to kill instantly.

Kong Yun...

The battle ended quickly, and Kong Yun won the first knockout match with a huge advantage of 6:3.

She got off the field, returned to the rest area, put on a hat and a mask, then walked around again and returned to the auditorium outside the field, looking around.

"teacher."

She trotted forward.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Kong Yun, female, graduated from an ordinary university, studied to be a junior spiritual cultivator by herself, and later served as the chief tool person of Su Hao's personal laboratory.

Under Su Hao's guidance, two forms were developed: the praying mantis and the preordained prophet.

But Su Hao never expected that Kong Yun also had good fighting talent.

This dazzles.

She reached the knockout round of sixty-four, no, thirty-two!

can only say……

Are you worthy of being the disciple I taught you?

"Guhe~!"

He's obviously the disciple I taught him~!

Die Xiaodie looked down with disdain.

Su Hao waved his hands, indicating the same.

What's butterfly is mine, and what's mine is still mine.

"Teacher, I behaved well."

On the field, Kong Yun was a calm and commanding spirit envoy.

Off the field,

But she looks like a little girl who wants to be recognized.

Getting recognized by the teacher is much harder than entering the knockout round or something!

"It's still okay."

Su Hao said.

Kong Yun asked again, "Hey, teacher, which game do you think I can reach? Is it possible for the top eight?"

Su Hao: "..."

Su Hao: "You don't have to count anymore. As my disciple, don't you have any psychological confidence in how far you can fight?"

"At most the top 16, there is a high probability that we will stop in the next game."

"You, the prophet of destiny is good, but the other elves are too arrogant, which means that the current competition system is different. I think back then..."

Kong Yun: Ying Ying Ying.

…

The peak competition is still going on, and the battle between the monarchs will not last long due to the restrictions of the arena.

And among them,

The Son of the Sun, the Sword God, the Wind Whisperer and several others fought extremely hard, and were not in the same rank as most of the top sixty-four.

The battle ended even faster than the qualifying round.

Son of the Sun and others seemed to be competing to see who could defeat their opponents faster.

Instant kill!

Instant kill!

Still an instant kill!

"So strong. They are both kings of heaven, and even the elves are the kings of the domain, but there is a gap like a chasm."

Reporter He Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened.

She admitted that the sword god Li Jianxuan was extremely powerful, and the sword light he drew seemed to open up the world.

From a sensory perspective, Li Jianxuan is stronger.

From the perspective of a person from the Dragon Kingdom, she also hopes that Li Jianxuan can win the championship.

but……

Sword God Li Jianxuan has a fatal weakness.

He only has one person and one sword.

Since the preliminaries, Li Jianxuan has only entered the battle with himself and the elf 'Sword Master' in his hand. There has never been a second elf.

Some people may think he is a fool.

As a reporter for the "Strongest Royal Spirit" column, He Xiaoxiao has investigated various players, but she knows that Li Jianxuan has only had this sword.

Under the competition system,

Sword God Li Jianxuan will not be besieged, but it will be difficult to defeat the six powerful monarchs with the power of one spirit.

It's hard.

Consumption can also consume you to death.

He Xiaoxiao couldn't help but think of the handsome guy she interviewed before the competition.

I am sure that the sword god will win.

"Maybe he is a fan of the Sword God Li Jianxuan. However, when that guy mentioned the Sword God, he didn't seem to have any feelings of admiration. Instead, he seemed like..."

It was weird, she couldn't put her finger on it.

She shook her head and glanced around, hoping to find a top 64 player.

"Yes!"

"It seems that Lan Qing is still... the most popular wind whisperer!"

He Xiaoxiao also saw a familiar figure next to the big white dog, which seemed to be...

The guy I interviewed the day before yesterday.

Is he the family and friends of contestant Lan Qing?

This is big news!

She burst out at her peak professional speed and ran forward.

But suddenly,

The two people in the distance disappeared.

She rubbed her eyes, "Is it because I want big news so much that I have hallucinations in broad daylight?"

…

"Goooooooooo~!"

"Woof~ow~!"

The snow-white storm dog lay on the ground, wagging its tail.

Lan Qing, who has long straight hair, leaned on the guardrail and pointed at the spirit bracelet.

Buzz——

Lan Qing: "You must have been in the Spirit Summoning World for several months this time. Please tell me if you have encountered anything interesting."

Su Hao: "I'm just going to practice."

Lan Qing: "Well...how strong is Die Xiaodie now?"

Su Hao: "You have to fight this problem before you know it. This time, you have only improved your strength a little bit in a few months, which is not worth mentioning."

"The next match, the first match of the semi-finals, is between Lan Qing, the Wind Whisperer, and Gaunt, the King of Hell. Players from both sides are invited to appear."

King Gunter is the only middle-aged and elderly player among the semi-finals.

Specializing in cultivating ghost and dark elves.

Extremely powerful.

The host's voice echoed, and Die Xiaodie removed the illusion that enveloped her surroundings.

Lan Qing floated out, flying directly out without any help from the elves, and landed on the spiritual platform on one side.

The bracelet Su Hao was wearing buzzed again.

Lan Qing: "I heard that you are going to contact the elf organization, be careful...and, come on for me."

Su Hao: "..."

He immediately took out a flashing light sign that read "Lan Qing XXXX" and started waving it.

You asked him where the light sign came from?

The almighty Die Xiaodie is right next to her, isn't she?

…

About an hour later,

The war ended.

"As expected."

Lan Qing wins.

After all, the fifth-level form of the Storm God Dog, the fifth-level form of Lan Yuyan, the fifth-level form of the Wind Giant, and the fourth-level form of the Mist Riding Snake...

These are the four top monarchs, and the Storm Dog is still half-invincible.

What to lose?

The divine dog is all over you!

…

After the first battle.

Soon, the second game of the semifinals began.

Son of the Sun VS Sword God.

This battle attracted even more attention.

Both are favorites to win the championship.

The muscular Vulcan Soldier appeared on the field. In an instant, his body became transparent and glass fire roared out all over the sky.

opposite,

Li Jianxuan was holding a sword alone, and looked extremely small under the sea of ​​glazed fire that blocked the sky.

But he still,

Raise your hand and swing your sword.

brush--

Silver-white sword light shot into the sky.

The fierce sea of ​​fire split into two.

The sword light remained unabated and struck down on the astonished Vulcan soldier.

Boom~!

Balls of bright flames exploded.

The Vulcan soldier folded his arms and released heavy flames. Still under the light of the sword, he flew out a thousand meters and hit the barrier light screen.

The light curtain rippled in circles.

The Vulcan Soldier's arms trembled, and the indestructible glass body was already cracking.

Only when you face the sword god directly can you realize how terrifying his sword is!

The Son of the Sun's eyes widened.

Busyly performing the secret method of stimulation.

The second sword light came.

brush--

A long line spread across the entire arena, and the ground rumbled apart to both sides.

The glazed flames all over the sky were completely eliminated under this sword light.

The Vulcan Soldier's entire body also changed from glazed color to crimson, and most of his aura suddenly faded.

And at this time,

Li Jianxuan raised his hand again.

It seemed like there was only this sword left between heaven and earth.

brush--

The sword light deflected and fell on the defensive barrier. The entire barrier light curtain continued to tremble, as if it was about to break and crack.

And not far away,

The Vulcan soldier who had touched a bit of sword light had fainted and fell to the ground.

…

Three swords, kill a top monarch instantly!

The last sword demonstrated Li Jianxuan's control, taking away the Vulcan Soldier just right without causing it any incurable root damage.

This kind of sword light is not only unrivaled, but also an art.

The audience outside the stadium was silent for dozens of seconds before finally bursting into exclamations.

Su Hao nodded slightly.

"Li Jianxuan is indeed very good at swordsmanship. In the Supernova Cup back then, he was far inferior to Sons of the Sun, and he was also older. But now..."

In Su Hao's view, Li Jianxuan could sharpen his sword over time and become known to the whole world.

Although it is not so exaggerated, he who only follows the path of swordsmanship is, to a certain extent, far beyond the level of a monarch, and is a well-deserved invincible monarch.

Not weaker than the period when the monarch was at his strongest before the stupid crow broke through the crown.

"Once he breaks through, he will definitely be able to occupy a strong position in the championship."

Su Haocai was certain that Li Jianxuan would win the championship.

as expected,

The next battle was for Li Jianxuan to draw his sword, put his sword back, draw his sword, and put his sword back.

Among the elves who could withstand his third sword, Son of the Sun, only Vulcan Soldier and Rilun Yong were among the elves.

Other elves can be killed with just one sword.

…

The battle ended sooner than many viewers expected.

In the semi-finals, Sword God kills Son of the Sun with his sword.

In the finals, it was pretty much the same.

It's just that the Sword God has a few more swords.

Lan Qing was a little depressed.

Although after seeing the Sword God fight against the Son of the Sun, she had a premonition that she could not win, so she tried her best.

But still depressed.

Su Hao comforted, "Actually, in actual group combat, you still have a chance of winning."

Lan Qing opened her eyes wide: "How much?"

Su Hao spread his fingers.

"Fifty percent?"

Su Hao closed his fist with his left hand and said, "0.50%."

Lan Qing: "..."

…

Longdu, TV station headquarters building.

He Xiaoxiao, the reporter of the strongest Yuling column, has returned to the station with the most precious interview materials.

Although the Peak King Tournament has come to an end, the popularity brought by the King Tournament can still last for a long time.

During this period, it is feasible to do some editing, invite a contestant from the top 64 to conduct an interview in the Strongest Spirit Control column, etc.

Just thinking,

He Xiaoxiao thought of that handsome guy.

"Did he really guess it right?"

"No, I'm afraid it's not a guess. His tone is too confident. I'm afraid he is also a powerful king, and he is very familiar with the Sword God and the Son of the Sun."

"Who is the one?"

He Xiaoxiao only joined the company two years ago, and she couldn't figure out the identity of the handsome guy.

But the more I thought about it, the more I felt vaguely familiar, as if I had seen him somewhere.

She played the video of the interview over and over again, thinking about it.

A colleague walked past her, glanced at her, and paused.

"Isn't this Su Guanwei? Hiss, you can actually interview this person?!"

He Xiaoxiao was stunned.

This is the legendary Su Guanwei?

"ah!!!"

…

After watching the game, Su Hao ran back to his hometown and stayed there for more than half a month.

finally,

"The three-year period has arrived, and it's time to set off, Xiaodie~"

"Guhe~!"

Die Xiaodie's little head popped out of the next bedroom.

Xiao Cai's gorgeous body slowly fell down and stopped on the branch of a big tree outside the window.

In the courtyard in the distance, Erhalin made a "Xulu" sound, and fine raindrops fell around, watering the flowers and plants.

In a corner of the living room, the black-robed Ayan's head came out, bubbled, and then shrank back.

In the kitchen, Fu Fu, who was wearing an apron and studying cooking skills, transformed into a gorgeous figure, wearing a black and white dress.

"Fuck~"

Outside the villa, in the game room specially built for Fat Bear...

"Ouch——"

A shrill scream sounded, and the fat bear looked at the 1-9-0 on the screen and beat the computer angrily.

It’s okay if you don’t want to play this game.

The bear is coming!

Farther away, in the Magic City, is the VVIP battle area of ​​the White Elephant Club.

Hundreds of extraordinary elves formed an array, constantly spitting out rainbow light of energy.

A golden figure shuttled through the rainbow light. With a slight wave of its wings, there was no energy fluctuation. The rainbow light was gently pushed aside like a fallen leaf.

Suddenly, the golden figure stopped.

The wings shook, the invisible sword light slashed out, and the torrent of energy in the sky disappeared.

After three years, it’s finally time to be dumb!

Crow turned his head and looked in a certain direction, his eyes full of excitement.