4629. Chapter 4629 The First Dark Horse is Born

Chapter 4629 The First Dark Horse is Born

Bang!

The Son of Yanghe fell diagonally from the sky onto the sword platform amidst exclamations, and then rolled hundreds of feet away before slowly stopping.

His body was covered with scars, his face was as white as rice paper, his lips were cracked, his eyes were wide open, and he was in a dazed state, as if he could not accept it.

Wow!

The exclamations inside and outside Zishan instantly turned into an uproar.

Those sons and disciples who thought that the Son of Yanghe could defeat Lin Chen were dumbfounded, with shock written all over their faces.

The Son of Yunfeng said blankly: "The Son of Yanghe lost?" He looked at Lin Chen again, and his face flushed when he remembered that he thought Lin Chen would lose before.

"This Son of Tianjian is really a monster, and he even defeated Yanghe." The Son of Chongtian touched his forehead and said in disbelief.

"I underestimated you." The Son of Mingye froze and said in a stiff tone.

"Son of Heavenly Sword, you are really hard to figure out."

Son of Qiantian was full of emotion. He had this feeling when he first met Lin Chen, but he never thought that Lin Chen could go this far.

"This kid gave us a surprise."

The first elder, the seventh elder, the twelfth elder and others looked at each other, smiling, and admiring Lin Chen more and more in their hearts.

The second elder also looked at Lin Chen in surprise, then cleared his throat and said: "Son of Heavenly Sword wins."

The voice spread throughout the Purple Mountain, and immediately caused a wave of enthusiasm.

"The Yanghe Saint is ranked seventh, and he lost to the Tianjian Saint. Doesn't that mean that the Wanjian Saint, Qinqing Saint, and Chongtian Saint behind him are not his opponents?"

"Chongtian Saint lost to Mingye Saint, and Qinqing Saint lost to Huanzhen Saint. They may not be the opponents of Tianjian Saint, but it is difficult to judge Wanjian Saint because he has not made a move yet and his specific strength is unknown."

"That being said, this battle is enough to prove that Tianjian Saint has the strength to compete for the top ten. It's really amazing. After all, he is only the Void God Emperor."

Those disciples who had doubted Lin Chen before now began to praise Lin Chen in return, and they were generous with their praise for him, even more than Mingye Saint and Huanzhen Saint.

The first dark horse is well deserved!

Swish!

Lin Chen looked normal, dispelled the Hunyuan Shengtian Sword, and then held the Youlong Sword, fell from the sky, looked at the Yanghe Saint, and asked: "Can you still stand up?"

The Yanghe Saint, who was lying on the stage, coughed a few times with a bitter look on his face, raised one hand and shook it, saying: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

After saying this, he struggled to get up, used the sword to hit the ground, and then brushed away the messy hair in front of his eyes, looked up and said to Lin Chen: "Qiantian was wrong, you are stronger than he said."

Lin Chen smiled dumbly and said: "Thank you, you are also very good."

"Alas, but now I regret challenging you a little bit, forget it, I'll go down to heal my wounds first, it hurts so much."

The Yanghe Saint said a joke with a bitter face, and then turned and left. He had no regrets on his face. It was a blessing to be able to compete with a genius like Lin Chen.

Looking at his staggering back, Lin Chen smiled, then put away the Youlong Sword, stepped on the sword light, and flew out of the sword stage lightly.

When the Holy Son Yunfeng saw Lin Chen coming back, he said with emotion: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, this time I am completely convinced by you."

Lin Chen heard this and joked with him: "Oh, so you were not convinced by me before? Okay, how about we have a match later?"

"No, no, no, I am not your opponent."

Holy Son Yunfeng waved his hands hurriedly, shrugged and said: "I could predict the direction of your previous competitions, but this one was completely beyond my expectations."

"It's just winning a competition. The next opponent is stronger. I am not sure of winning."

Lin Chen shook his head and smiled, then sat cross-legged in the pavilion and said: "I will rest first, and you should also get ready quickly. I guess someone will challenge you soon."

Holy Son Yunfeng smiled and said: "It's okay, even if no one challenges me, I will take the initiative to fight."

Yin!

At this time, the sound of sword chanting came again on the sword stage, and two figures were seen going back and forth, one was the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Swords, and the other was the Holy Son of Star Punishment.

The Saint of Xingfa ranked fifth in the last Purple Mountain Sword Contest, so when he competed with the Saint of Wanjian, everyone thought he had a great chance of winning.

But unexpectedly, the result was unexpected, and the winner was the Saint of Wanjian.

Sure enough, as some saints and disciples said, the ranking of the last Purple Mountain Sword Contest cannot be used to measure this Purple Mountain Sword Contest.

It can be said that everyone is making progress, and whoever makes greater progress is the winner.

In the fourth contest, Saint Yanqing took the initiative to challenge Saint Liyuan and won, which proved this point again.

Bang!

The Holy Son of Chongtian landed on the sword platform like an iron tower. He opened his big copper bell eyes and looked at the Holy Son of Yunfeng, saying, "Yunfeng, the Holy Sons of Tianjian all have extraordinary abilities. I wonder how you are? Do you have the courage to compete with me?"

The Holy Son of Yunfeng smiled and said, "Haha, I don't have anything else, but I still have this courage."

When he spoke, he had already stood up. When he finished speaking, he was already standing on the sword platform, bowing to the Holy Son of Chongtian and said, "Come on."

"What a courage!"

The Holy Son of Chongtian praised, and then swung his sword to fight with the Holy Son of Yunfeng.

At the beginning, he was still very confident, but as the battle became more and more intense, he began to waver.

Finally, he lost to the Holy Son Yunfeng, his face flushed, and he gasped: "Good fellow, Yunfeng, your ability to overcome strength with softness is getting stronger and stronger."

Although his swordsmanship is strong and he is good at close combat, in front of the Holy Son Yunfeng's softness, his 100% attack was only removed by nearly 20% to 30%.

The Holy Son Yunfeng said modestly: "I have only just begun to see the way, I need to work harder."

"I am convinced."

The Holy Son Chongtian wiped his forehead and turned away from the sword platform, but was teased by the Holy Son Wanjian: "Chongtian, it seems that you can't even keep the tenth place this time."

The Holy Son Chongtian was not angry, and grinned: "Don't rush to say me, the Holy Sons of Tianjian are not necessarily worse than you, maybe you will lose more miserably than me."

"Haha, then you will just watch."

The Holy Son Wanjian laughed, but a trace of solemnity flashed in the depths of his pupils. After all, the strength of Lin Chen and the other four is obvious to all.

"The Son of Dark Night wins!"

About an incense stick of time later, the voice of the second elder resounded throughout the Purple Mountain.

The Son of Dark Night defeated the ninth-ranked Saint Qin Qing, making everyone realize that what he had said to Chongguo was not a lie.

He really wanted to challenge the first place from the tenth place!

Seeing this, the Son of Chongtian gloated to the Son of Ten Thousand Swords: "You are ranked eighth, and that guy will challenge you later."

The eyes of the Son of Ten Thousand Swords flashed with a sharp edge, and he said firmly: "I will teach him a lesson."

"Just you?"

The Son of Dark Night, who was sitting alone in the pavilion, heard what the Son of Ten Thousand Swords said, thinking in his heart, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.