4636. Chapter 4636 Unexpected Ending

Chapter 4636 Unexpected Ending

"Pure Yang Void Divine Sword Realm? Saint Qian Tian used this magic so quickly?" Saint Yun Feng said in surprise.

"Because the netherworld that Saint Ming Ye used now is more powerful than before." Lin Chen said calmly.

Saint Qian Tian quickly shuttled through the void, swung out the magic sword, slashed straight in the air, and then slashed diagonally, evolving a sword realm with alternating silver and yellow light.

This is the Pure Yang Void Divine Sword Realm, which collided with the netherworld with a rumble, giving people a feeling of landslides and cracks, and irregular cracks appeared in the four directions.

Silver light, yellow light, and black gas surged into the sky, and then swept down like a waterfall, falling over Saint Qian Tian and Saint Ming Ye, and then rolled in all directions.

The scene was very terrifying and frightening, and many people realized that Saint Ming Ye really had the strength to compete with Saint Qian Tian.

Suddenly, the netherworld floated up, then sank down, and suddenly overflowed with ink-like black gas, full of pungent smell.

This is the netherworld gas, which is corrosive. It covers the Pure Yang Void Divine Sword Realm, making a puffing sound and emitting a series of curved black smoke.

The power of the Pure Yang Void Divine Sword Realm began to decline, causing the Holy Son of Qiantian to frown, and then he inspired a kind of divine way, the sixth level of the Golden Divine Way.

The Golden Divine Way is integrated with the Sword Way, the Pure Yang Divine Way and the Void Divine Way, with the seventh level of the peak sword way as the main one, floating in the four directions of his east, west, south and north.

Clang!

At this moment, the divine sword in the hands of the Holy Son of Qiantian turned into gold, bursting out with the brilliance of the sun, and waved it to the left and right, evolving into a sword world where the sun is constantly flowing.

"Pure Yang Golden Heaven Sword Realm?"

The Son of Yunfeng took a breath and said in disbelief: "The Son of Qiantian, he, he has used his trump card."

"Hong-level high-level divine sword technique?"

A touch of emotion flashed in Lin Chen's eyes. After participating in the Purple Mountain Sword Contest for so long, this was the first time he saw someone use such a divine method.

It must be said that the power was very strong, bursting out thousands of blazing sword lights, directly shattering the surging netherworld energy.

However, the Pure Yang Void Divine Sword Realm he had just evolved had been suppressed by the netherworld, torn into pieces, and raging out a brilliant light like a river.

"How is it possible?" The Son of Yunfeng said blankly. He couldn't believe that the Hong-level intermediate divine method of the Son of Qiantian was broken by the Son of Mingye so quickly.

Lin Chen seemed to have expected it, but when he looked at the Son of Dark Night, he showed a trace of doubt: "Something is wrong, his Netherworld seems to have changed."

The Son of Dark Night approached like a ghost, and he, who had been silent just now, actually laughed: "Qiantian, watch how I break your Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Realm.

Before the laughter fell, he opened his arms, stepped into the Netherworld, and disappeared.

The Netherworld burst out with even more powerful power, spreading a large area of ​​Netherworld Qi, and flew out violent Netherworld sword Qi like rain, slashing towards the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Realm.

The Son of Qiantian had a clear look in his eyes, waved the golden sword with both hands, and went up to meet it, shouting: "Mingye, that depends on whether you have the ability. "

The golden mace slashed down, and the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Realm was like the sun, and also like a golden world, colliding with the suppressed Netherworld.

The earth-shaking explosion sounded from the sword platform, resounding inside and outside Zishan, making one disciple after another pale.

"How could this happen? The Saint Son of Qiantian used the high-level magic of the Hong level, but he couldn't gain the upper hand?"

Not to mention the disciples outside Zishan, even the Saint Sons inside Zishan found it unbelievable.

The Saint Son of Wanjian and the Saint Son of Chongtian said at the same time: "How can this guy be so strong? "

At this time, anyone could see that the Saint of Mingye had not used all his strength to defeat the seven Saints of Liyuan.

The Saint of Xuhuai and the Saint of Shimie were calm at first, but now they were moved and frowned.

The performance of the Saint of Mingye was beyond their expectations.

The first elder, the second elder, the seventh elder and others did not speak, but they also watched this scene intently.

Lin Chen's eyes flashed, and his mental power gathered, locking onto the figures of the Saint of Qiantian and the Saint of Mingye.

The divine light bursting out from their bodies flooded the entire sword platform, and the sound of swords whistling, Rumbles and explosions mixed together like a symphony.

Gradually, the Son of the Dark Night began to gain the upper hand. The Netherworld he controlled cracked the Pure Yang Golden Heaven Sword Realm, and then there was an explosion.

Rumble!

A terrifying power containing the power of the Netherworld blasted the Son of the Dark Heaven away like a wave, and he fell at the end of the sword platform. The golden sword in his hand wailed and lost its luster.

Wow!

There was an uproar inside and outside the Purple Mountain. Almost everyone showed an incredible expression, and some even yelled and couldn't accept the fact that the Son of the Dark Heaven was defeated.

"How is it possible?"

The Son of the Yang River, the Son of the Ten Thousand Swords, and the Son of the Chongtian stood there in a daze, unable to say a second word for a long time.

"Did the Dark Night win?"

The Great Elder, the Seventh Elder, the Twelve Elders and others were no longer as calm as before, and looked at the Son of the Dark Night with a moved look.

"Strange, what kind of power is that? "

A trace of doubt and puzzlement flashed across Lin Chen's eyes. The power was extremely powerful, but extremely obscure. He observed for a long time but could not see it.

After pondering for a while, Lin Chen felt that if he wanted to find out, he might have to compete with the Son of the Dark Night in person.

Holy Son Yunfeng, who had been sluggish just now, finally came to his senses and asked in a hurried tone: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, Saint Son of Qiantian is in a higher realm than him, his sword skills are stronger than him, and his understanding of divine magic is also at a higher level than him. , how could it still be defeated?”

He looked at Lin Chen eagerly, eager to know the reason.

Lin Chen knew that this was not only the doubt of Holy Son Yunfeng, but also the doubt of everyone, but he could not answer, and said truthfully: "In his netherworld, there is a very terrifying mysterious power, but I haven't yet figure out."

"Is that so?"

Holy Son Yunfeng was stunned, a little lost.

"Saint Son of Mingye wins!"

As the second elder announced the results of the competition, everyone just accepted the results.

At this time, the voice of Holy Son Mingye rose sharply, surpassing Holy Maiden Huanzhen and Lin Chen, and standing shoulder to shoulder with Holy Son Xuhuai and Holy Son Killer.

The expressions of Holy Son Xuhuai and Holy Son Xuhuai were solemn. They knew that Holy Son Qiantian was much stronger now than before, but they still lost to Holy Son Mingye.

Pressure surged into their hearts like a tidal wave, but soon the two men's eyes showed fighting intent, and they had the same thought in their hearts: "Shengzi Mingye, come on, I'm waiting for your challenge!"

The Holy Son of Mingye also looked at the Holy Son of Killing at the right time, looking down like a dark god, and said in a hollow voice: "Killing, you are next."

The Saint Son of Killing refused to give in and said, "It depends on whether you have the strength."

"hehe."

Ming Ye Shengzi laughed coldly and left the sword platform with a puff of sleeves.

Holy Son Qian Tian, ​​who was covered in bruises and bruises, looked at his lonely back with a pale face and murmured: "It's not swordsmanship, that's not the power of swordsmanship."

He looked a little lost as he muttered to himself, which made all the saints and disciples who respected him sigh.

Holy Son Qian Tian heard this. He raised his head, bowed with his hands clasped in his fists, and then staggered off the sword platform. His curved back was sad to see.

But soon everyone's eyes were attracted by a figure as straight as a sword, with flying black hair and an outstanding figure. Who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Chen?

Who will he challenge?