I have a passive skill.

For a person to be able to enter the finals in the Tianluo battle, it means that he has killed almost four-fifths of the contestants.

After all, this is a one-in-a-million battle.

As for the final round, it means that there are only more than [-] people left.

"I, Xiao Wanfeng, outperformed more than 7000 first and last days?" The excitement in Xiao Wanfeng's heart at this moment almost overwhelmed his anger towards Xu Shao.

"Yes, you have entered the finals, don't doubt yourself, don't belittle yourself, although you are not the best, but you are really great." Xu Xiaoshou landed beside him in good time, encouraging with a smile.

Xiao Wanfeng finally came to his senses, his anger suppressed his excitement again, and he turned his eyes towards Xu Shao.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely indifferent to the harmless eyes, he only felt that he had turned into a cold-blooded Sang Lao who was feeding seeds.

Some things, less than a certain height, are really hard to understand.

Just like when he didn't understand why Sang Lao would treat a junior in the Spirit Palace like that.

That kind of approach is like a devil, a villain without humanity.

But when you reach a certain level, before you know it, everything will work out.

"Maybe growing up, that's it!"

The only thing that makes Xu Xiaoshou feel that he has become a little unreasonable is that Mr. Sang will do certain things in such a cold-blooded manner when he has reached the height of truly deciding a person's life and death.

And at this moment, he himself is just an innate...

"What did you realize?" Xu Xiaoshou asked happily.

He asked this question countless times when he was in the North District.

Every time Xiao Wanfeng lost his absolute vitality from the battle royale, he would save people and clear the field at the same time, he would ask such questions.

Xiao Wanfeng still stared angrily.

Xu Xiaoshou simply doesn't understand this kind of mood, so he doesn't care at all.

"Haven't realized yet?"

Seeing that Xiao Wanfeng was still reacting like this, he only raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, there will be a battle next, enough for you to understand."

However, this time, Xiao Wanfeng showed a thoughtful look for the first time after glaring at him.

After all, until this time, he had no time to think...

"To be honest, I really don't understand your method, but it seems that it is really useful..." Xiao Wanfeng talked to himself, as if he really realized something.

He escaped from death again and again, even if he believed in Xu Shao again, he believed that he would save people at critical moments.

But the feeling of helplessness when dying is something no human being would want to face.

And at that time, perhaps for the first time or the second time, no one had the reaction to think about how to solve the dilemma.

But when this kind of life-and-death dilemma can occur for the third, fourth... or even No. 30, forty times, it will be completely different.

Xiao Wanfeng was deep in thought.

He is a person who is good at thinking and summarizing.

Otherwise, after studying a class of swordsmanship, you will not be able to get your own unique insights and alternative viewpoints.

And now, he has entered the state of epiphany again.

What flashed through my mind were the images of narrow escapes again and again, or it was not a close escape at all, but ten deaths without life.

After all, if Xu Shao didn't take the initiative to solve the situation...

Every time, what I think in my heart is always disturbed by a little detail of reality.

Either the chasers stumbled, or the two elements that were not interfering with each other, under the action of a third party, produced an explosion effect that exceeded my expectations...

So many details!

If at that time, the thoughts of the pursuer can be as expected, then even if he is a mortal, he will not be in a desperate situation in the big besieged.

But they won't do what they want.

So how do you get them to do what they want?

"Wait a moment?"

"Ask them to wait?"

Xiao Wanfeng thought this idea was ridiculous.

But he was completely unaware that the moment he was thinking, the flow of Dao Yun in his body seemed to speed up.

Others may not notice.

But Xu Xiaoshou was close at hand, and "perception" saw this very clearly.

At this moment, the arena sank to the bottom and ended, and the partition fence was lifted to the high altitude, and with a "clang", it was firmly fixed to the high position before the start of the competition.

What also echoed was the passionate voice of the host.

"The pranayama is over, now, I declare..."

"The game continues!!!"

The contestants in the final circle were in an instant commotion.

Amidst the turmoil, there was a small blood-green figure that was the most vivid, and struck towards Xu Xiaoshou's direction with a whoosh sound.

She was like the most upright sneak attacker, she didn't even want to do any concealment, she rushed directly, followed by a coquettish shout.

"Okay, Young Master Xu, I'm killing people in the southern district, and you're drinking tea here?"

Xu Xiaoshou was moved.

He "perceived" a look at the girl in the blood-green dress with twin ponytails, and immediately backed away. With a grab, he raised Xiao Wanfeng high.

"Xiao Wanfeng, block her!"

He could tell that Xiao Wanfeng had an epiphany.

I don't know what this guy can realize, but since this is the case, let's add another big news!

Mu Zixi was too scary.

From the moment she entered the arena, this little girl began to make unlimited contributions and curses, as well as the little resentment that a discerning person could tell at a glance.

At this time, only if I have a familiar stranger in my hands, maybe I can stop this little girl's impulse!

To be honest, at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's only thought was that he didn't want to be bitten by someone again.

But for Xiao Wanfeng, the surprise attack in front of him was a real stranger!

She is like a group of pursuers in the North District, there is no difference.

But even if the ponytail girl's hands are turned into wooden thorns, they are not as sharp as other wood repairers; even Xiao Wanfeng has seen the information about Mu Xiaogong in the box, and it seems that he has made friends with Xu Shao .

But at this moment, how dare Xiao Wanfeng bet that the other party will show mercy?

His neck was grabbed by fate, and the only thing he could think about was what Xu Shao said.

"Stop her!"

——How can I stop it?

Like the group of chasers in the North District, if...

If only she could stop, I would have more time!

But how would she stop?

The wooden thorn so close at hand made Xiao Wanfeng have no time to think about it.

At this moment, Xiao Wanfeng, who couldn't even pull out the wooden sword on his back, could only do his best to stare into his own eyes, and hissed.

"Stop for me!!!"

brush!

A white sword energy pierced through Mu Zixi's body, completely freezing him in place.

Immediately, the sabers of the contestants and spectators buzzed and trembled.

The sound of the sword's cry penetrated the audience in an instant, passed through the entire underground Tianluo field, and lingered endlessly in the ten-mile radius of Nanxia Street in the Xicheng District of East Heavenly King City.

And Xiao Wanfeng who closed his eyes didn't know what happened at all, he just continued to cry hysterically and shouted:

"I don't know you, don't kill me~"

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Chapter 662 Who are you?

"Sword intent?!"

The melodious sword cry instantly penetrated a radius of ten miles.

If it were elsewhere, perhaps the sound of the sword would not be so piercing.

But where is this now?

This is Tianluochang!

It is the most densely populated place of spirit masters in the center of the world of spirit refinement, East Heavenly King City!

There are not too many sword cultivators here, almost at the same time as Xiao Wanfeng yelled "Don't kill me" with a sad face, all the sword cultivators rioted at the same time.

"Keng--"

After the lightly chanted sword cry when the sword intent was first formed, there was the frightening sound of the sword sound storm of thousands of spiritual swords.

No one in the audience could sit still.

In such an anxious battle, did a mortal realize the sword intent?

"Am I dreaming?"

No one dared to believe what they saw with their own eyes.

The young man on the stage who released his sword intent was almost suppressing Xu Shao by the light at this time, who would not notice him?

But when they really saw this person, everyone felt even more incredible.

"mortal!"

That guy with his eyes closed and his face full of fear of death, really didn't even have half a wave of spiritual energy, he was a pure mortal.

But at this time, even if there are very few masters here, there are still a large number of people who can see the Dao Yun aura circulating in him.

This breath is too strong!

It is so strong that even those who have seen the innate peak break through the realm of the master, do not want to believe that this breath can be released by a mortal.

Because, even the grand master may not be able to release such a strong dao rhyme breath.

"Am I blind? This guy has comprehended the sword intent... the day after tomorrow? Or the innate sword intent?" Someone screamed in surprise, holding the spirit sword at his waist tightly.

It seemed that as long as he didn't restrain himself, his sword would tremble uncontrollably and fly into the sky.

That would make the scene even more dreamlike.

Wan Jian returns to the sect...

That can be compared with the scene at this moment.

"Innate sword intent, right?"

"Acquired sword intent, the sound of the sword is one mile; innate sword intent, the sound of the sword is ten miles, isn't this common sense?"

"Looking at this movement again, it is absolutely impossible for that young man to just comprehend the acquired sword intent, but..."

"Innate sword intent, can there be such an exaggerated movement?"

Someone tried to loosen his saber.

I saw that the spirituality of the saber was stimulated, and it was trembling that it was about to be unsheathed.

Some swords without sheaths even really began to levitate, but they were only a foot in the air, and then fell down as if they lost their strength, and landed with a bang, continuing to bump and kiss the ground intimately.

"Mom, what's the matter?"