He wants to see if other people can surpass him, and how far the Heavenly Sword Art of Dacheng Realm has reached!
“Witch King, Wu Chen, let’s take the first step!”
At this time, Wuma glanced at the Witch King and Su Mo, and after speaking, she rose into the air and flew to a height of hundreds of feet.
“rise!”
A soft drink sounded from Wuma’s mouth, and immediately, within a radius of tens of miles, countless small gravels, soil, and dust all flew up.
Countless tiny gravels, dirt, and dust turned into a huge rain of swords, bursting out with soaring sharp edges, rushing towards the high priest overwhelmingly.
Seeing this, everyone was slightly startled, this Wuma’s Heavenly Sword Art was really extraordinary, much stronger than others.
It is true that Wuma’s cultivation at the sixth level of Martial Emperor Realm must have a strong blessing on the power of this sword art, but even so, its heat is quite high.
Seeing the rain of swords overwhelming the sky and about to hit the high priest, the high priest waved his sleeves and all the sharp swords returned the same way.
This time, the high priest didn’t speak, and his face showed a contemplative expression.
Seeing this, Wuma felt a little nervous, and fixed her eyes on the high priest.
In the entire Holy Witch Square, everyone stared at the high priest, waiting for the high priest to announce the result.
“Hey! It’s a little short!”
Stop leaning, the high priest said with a sigh.
Although he valued Wuma very much, the fact was that, although Wuma’s Heavenly Sword Art was infinitely close to the level of Dacheng, it was still a little bit worse after all.
Hearing the words, Wuma trembled slightly, feeling a little dazed in front of her.
Failed! He actually failed at the last level!
After working hard for so long, he was just waiting for this opportunity! Unexpectedly, it failed in the end!
“Brother Wuma, are you alright?” Wu Youlan flew to Wuma’s side and asked worriedly.
“I’m fine!” Wu Maqiang smiled to herself.
“That’s good!” Wu Youlan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the High Priest, and said, “High Priest, my Heavenly Sword Art’s fire level is not as good as Brother Wuma’s, so I will take the initiative to withdraw!”
“Youlan…!” Wuma’s face changed when he heard this, but he knew in his heart that the other party also wanted to become Shao Si.
“Brother Wuma, I know myself, forget it!” Wu Youlan shook her head and said.
She is telling the truth, her Heavenly Sword Art is not as good as Wuma, the latter is not qualified, she has no way of passing.
“Hmm! Back off!” The high priest shook his head and waved his hand slightly.
At this time, all eyes fell on Su Mo and the Witch King.
Everyone was looking forward to it, everyone else was eliminated, and now only Wu Chen and Wu Renwang are left.
Among the two of them, who can pass this level? Or all fail? Or pass them all?
Everyone has great confidence in the Witch King, and they dare not underestimate Wu Chen. After all, Wu Chen’s performance in the first two levels is extremely eye-catching, and he can be called a dark horse.
Su Mo turned his head to look at the Witch King, and found that the other party was also looking at him. They looked at each other, and suddenly it was like two sharp swords colliding, sparks flew everywhere.
“I will win!” The Witch King narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was cold, but full of confidence.
“You will lose!” Su Mo replied lightly, and he was also full of confidence.
The two stared at each other, full of gunpowder.
For both of them, the position of Shao Si is an aspiration.
Su Mo had planned for a long time for the position of Shao Si. Only by becoming Shao Si would he have a chance to save Hong Qinglin. Only by becoming Shao Si could he do whatever he wanted within the Wu Clan.
And the Witchman King has waited too long for the position of Shao Si. He lost to Wu Ling in the last selection of Shao Si. This time is his last chance, and he will win it no matter what.
“Do you dare to bet?” Seeing that Su Mo was so confident, the Witch King smiled a little.
“No one will be rejected!” Su Mo’s face was calm, he was extremely confident, no matter what the other party wanted to bet, he would accept it.
“10,000 low-grade spirit crystals, dare you?” The Witch King said in a deep voice, the bet he placed was very high, 10,000 low-grade spirit crystals was already a huge fortune for a martial artist in the Emperor Wu realm.
Especially for a low-ranking Martial Emperor like Su Mo, it can be said that even if he has all his net worth, he may not necessarily have 10,000 low-grade spirit crystals.