4642. Chapter 4642 Qiantian's Request

Chapter 4642 Qiantian's Request

"Your understanding of the sword is also admirable." Lin Chen bowed and said.

Qiantian Saint smiled dumbly, shook his head, and then took out his natal sword and said: "I believe you already know my trump card, so let's decide the winner with one sword."

"Okay."

Lin Chen nodded in agreement, summoned the Youlong Sword, and slowly stimulated the blood of the middle-grade life god clan.

Lin Chen saw the battle between Qiantian Saint and Mingye Saint before, and knew that he could not defeat the opponent by using the Hunyuan Saint Heaven Sword.

The life energy bloomed in the sky like fireworks, the chaotic energy lingered, the blazing light shone, and the sharp sword light flashed, which set off Lin Chen's extraordinary stature.

His temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes, and he is dignified and majestic, as if he is an emperor and a noble, born like a god, which moved Qiantian Saint.

"So his trump card is blood?"

A flash of realization flashed in his eyes, and the Holy Son of Qiantian immediately operated the sword, the void, the pure yang and the golden divine way, evolving the pure yang golden sky sword domain.

The next moment, the golden light full of pure yang swept across the sky for three thousand miles, and the pure yang golden sky sword domain descended, like a world, suppressing Lin Chen.

The high-pitched sword chanting sounded in Lin Chen's ears, and in front of him was the hot and dazzling golden light, and the clothes he wore were coated with a layer of golden light.

The pressure hit him, and the crisis hit his heart. Lin Chen did not hesitate, carrying the surging blood power, and shuttled through space to meet him.

In an instant, he appeared in front of the pure yang golden sky sword domain, and his fist was like a sword, bursting out a holy white sword light, full of life.

Boom!

The Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Domain made a loud noise under Lin Chen's fist, and the body of the Saint Qian Tian himself was also shaken, and he felt that his blood was completely suppressed by Lin Chen.

This is terrible!

The Saint Qian Tian's heart trembled.

But he did not hesitate, raised his right foot, and resolutely stepped into the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Domain, and his power increased immediately, like the rising sun and the golden mountain, and fiercely hit Lin Chen.

I saw the steaming golden sword energy, tens of thousands of them first chopped towards Lin Chen, reflecting a sea of ​​golden light, which made the people watching the battle unable to open their eyes.

Soon, a deafening loud noise sounded in the ears of the crowd, and both ears were temporarily deafened, and I didn't know what happened on the sword stage.

At this time, only the first elder, the second elder, and the Saint of Huanzhen, the Saint of Mingye, and the Saint of Xuhuai could see a little.

Lin Chen swung his fists, like two white giant swords, and chopped on the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Domain. With two clicks, two sword marks appeared.

The next moment, the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Domain split into three parts, and Lin Chen took advantage of the situation and hit the natal divine sword that protected the body of the Saint of Qiantian.

Ding!

The sword light shone in all directions, and the natal divine sword flew backwards with the Saint of Qiantian himself, smashing a hole in the void filled with pure yang energy.

Soon, an arched sword arc appeared above the sword platform, and then at the end of the sword arc, the Saint of Qiantian fell to the ground, and the divine sword in his hand hit the platform with a ding.

But looking at his appearance, except for his pale face, he did not suffer any damage, and he stood up again in a swish.

However, he did not fight back, but took back his natal divine sword, bowed to Lin Chen and said: "Saint of Heavenly Sword, you won, I am ashamed of myself."

"You are flattering, you are not bad either." Lin Chen said modestly. Although he and the Saint of Qiantian only fought one move, he could feel that the other party was stronger than the Saint of Shimie.

"I hope to see you take first place." Saint of Qiantian said with a smile, and before Lin Chen could answer, he returned to his position outside the sword platform.

Seeing this, Lin Chen smiled, put the Youlong Sword back into his Dantian, and turned to leave the sword platform. He had already collected the blood of the middle-grade life god clan, but he still had a distinguished temperament.

"Tsk tsk, the Saint of Tianjian defeated the Saint of Qiantian. Now, his record is equal to that of the Saint of Mingye. There are only two opponents, the Saint of Huanzhen and the Saint of Xuhua."

"From the strength they have shown so far, they are almost evenly matched. If they fight, it will definitely be very exciting and exciting."

"Haha, no matter how much you look forward to it, you have to wait until the Saint of Mingye defeats the Saint of Xuhua, otherwise he will not fight with the Saint of Tianjian and the Saint of Huanzhen."

Everyone looked at Lin Chen's figure, talked about him, the Saint of Huanzhen, and the Saint of Mingye, and showed respectful eyes.

Void God Emperors like Feng Huan and Xue Zui even regard Lin Chen as their lifelong goal.

Because Lin Chen's realm is comparable to theirs, but he has surpassed the Son of Slaughter and the Son of Qiantian, and reached a height comparable to the Saintess of Huanzhen and the Son of Mingye.

Feng Huan and others are also Void God Emperors, and they can't help but yearn for it. If only one day they could be as powerful as Lin Chen.

Listening to what everyone said, the corners of the mouth of the Son of Mingye raised an inexplicable smile, but he didn't say a word and continued to regulate his breath.

He wanted to fight with the Son of Xuhuai in the best condition!

A new competition started on the sword stage, but less than half of the people were paying attention. The other half of the minds were on Lin Chen and the others, wanting to watch them compete.

Early in the morning of the twelfth day of the finals, when the morning sun rose from the Eastern Spirit Peak and cast the morning light on the Purple Mountain, the Son of Xuhuai walked onto the sword stage.

He stood upright, with a majestic demeanor, a purple robe fluttering, without saying a word, and looked at the Son of Mingye calmly.

"Come on!"

The Son of Dark Night met his gaze, carrying a black air and rushing onto the sword platform. Then, with a move of his hand, a black sword appeared, emitting a cold light.

He seemed to be one with the darkness, cold, lonely, and empty, making people feel afraid and stay away from him.

With a swish of the black sword, the sword way and the netherworld god way evolved into the netherworld, which contained a dark world, pitch black, as if it was endless.

"Go!"

The Son of Dark Night uttered a cold voice. The netherworld was like a ghost, and like the gate of hell opened wide, trying to swallow the Son of Void.

The Son of Void's eyes were bright, and fighting spirit surged in his body. The void in all directions was shining with silver light, and green rivers rushed out, making the air moist.

Obviously, he used the high-level sword technique of the Hong level, and the sword and the man became one, slashing out nine sword energies like a dragon in a row, but they were all swallowed up by the netherworld without a sound.

"Is it so strong?"

The face of the Saint Xu Huai sank, but he carried the boiling golden fighting spirit, like a golden dragon, and flew out.

He wanted to cross the netherworld and slash at the Saint Ming Ye, but the latter stepped directly into the netherworld, spewing out a torrent of netherworld energy, drowning him.

In a blink of an eye, the Saint Xu Huai fell into the netherworld and disappeared. Everyone could not see it, and could only hear a loud noise coming from inside.

Lin Chen was one of the people who could see it. He concentrated his mental power highly, and saw that the netherworld was uneven, and the figure of the Saint Xu Huai flashed from time to time, but soon disappeared again.

Frowning slightly, Lin Chen whispered: "Can't the Saint Xu Huai break it?"

"What?"

The Saint Yun Feng was shocked to hear this.

He instinctively looked towards the sword platform, and suddenly heard a loud noise, and his ears were filled with roars, and he temporarily lost his hearing.

But with his eyes, he could vaguely see a purple figure flying backwards from the raging netherworld energy, and with a bang, it landed at the end of the sword platform.

It was the Holy Son of Xu Huai, he was in tattered clothes, his face was pale, and the fighting spirit in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by fear and panic.