Chapter 419 Mysterious
"Roar!"
The ground shook, Sikong Yan roared and flew out of the waste void.
His eyes were red, and his violent momentum rushed straight to the sky.
"I will kill you."
Sikong Yan's face was ferocious, and his huge palm slapped down from the sky, vowing to kill with one blow.
As soon as he started, gusts of bloody wind suddenly rose between heaven and earth, and the rolling airflow tore through the sky.
Jian Jingtian was not to be outdone, without dodging at all, and punched again.
Boom!
The explosion shook the earth and the sky. In the blink of an eye, the two had fought hundreds of times, and the entire arena was filled with the afterimages of the two.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The sound of countless sword blades breaking through the air sounded, and a magnificent and cold sword light crossed the sky.
Sikong Yan finally drew his sword. After all, he was really no match for Jian Jingtian, the madman, in terms of physical strength.
The sword light seemed to be only about three feet wide, but in the golden light, it seemed as if countless stars were shining in it, and the power was unstoppable.
"Awesome, it actually merged its own sword art with the power of the stars, which is the real star sword art!" Zhong Lin exclaimed.
Zhong Lin has a martial art called "Seven Lights Great Freedom Sword Sutra", which is performed with the power of the nine stars, so he can still understand Sikong Yan's sword.
Jian Jingtian licked his lips, and his eyes were more intense. As his body moved, a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him. If you look closely, it is clearly composed of sword shadows, and then suddenly fell.
In an instant, it turned into endless and vast sword light, interweaving into a sea of sword light, facing Sikong Yan's terrifying sword.
Boom!
The golden sword light just trembled, slid through the air, and suddenly the sword light that Jian Jingtian dropped shattered.
Clang clang clang clang...
The sound of metal clashing echoed in the vast sky in an instant, and countless sword lights were torn apart at every moment.
Sikong Yan laughed wildly at the sky, and with one step, he appeared directly above Jian Jingtian's head as if teleporting.
Then, a shocking, extremely pure red and white sword light came from nowhere, swallowing and spitting out endless brilliance.
Just a glance, an extreme sword intent that could not be described in words faintly stung the eyes of the onlookers, and screams came one after another.
Zhong Lin also looked solemn, staring closely at the fight between the two.
The speed of Sikong Yan's sword was as fast as starlight, even faster than the movement of thoughts.
Jian Jingtian was solemn in his heart, standing in the air, and suddenly the sword energy that was scattered outside instantly returned to his body, and his sword intent was harmoniously integrated into his body.
Zhong Lin almost stared down at the sight. You know, sword intent is the practice of artistic conception and the power of the soul, but at this moment, it is completely integrated into the body, and the body is regarded as a spiritual sword, which is simply unbelievable.
"Damn it, Jian Jingtian really trained his body into a weapon."
Jian Jingtian slowly raised his right hand, and the sword finger was formed, and he actually used his mortal body to affect the sword light that crossed the sky.
"Jian Jingtian, you are looking for death."
An endless and indifferent voice sounded, shaking the endless sky.
Boom!
The void was suddenly covered by the golden light, as if a golden sky curtain fell from the sky, covering the entire Tianjian Peak.
Rumble!
The sky shook, and all things withered.
The snow on the top of the mountain that had not melted for thousands of years turned into a white torrent of cold ice and rushed into the sky, connecting with the golden streamer that was like a golden sky curtain that covered the sky and the ground.
"Mysterious and mysterious, the Gate of Cangchen."
A stone gate that was a hundred feet high suddenly appeared in the golden sky.
"This is..."
When the stone gate appeared, Zhong Lin couldn't help but be shocked.
This stone gate was not any magic weapon, mysterious weapon or treasure, but an extremely powerful martial art.
It seemed to be able to penetrate thousands of miles of space and attack from a distance.
Boom!
Under Zhong Lin's gaze, a golden palm stretched out from the stone gate, and in an instant it passed through the endless space, and it was lifted up without fingers, like a continent pressing down.
This palm came across the sky, and all the airflow, light, and even vitality between heaven and earth were plundered by this big hand at this moment.
It seemed that there was nothing else in the world except this big hand.
"This is... Elder Cangchen made a move?"
"What's going on? Why did Elder Cangchen suddenly make a move? Is he going to interfere with the competition?"
"Who will win, Sikong Yan or Jian Jingtian?"
The smoke and dust dissipated, and it was a golden hand tightly holding Jian Jingtian in it. Jian Jingtian had already fainted, and there was a huge sword scar on his chest that was deep enough to see the bone, and a beating heart could be seen faintly.
No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!
Not far away, Sikong Yan stood in the void, his face was pale, his breath was weak, but his eyes were full of fighting spirit.
"The competition is over, Sikong Yan, wins."
The voice of Elder Cangchen sounded slowly, and the huge palm in the void and the stone door suddenly dissipated, and Jian Jingtian's unconscious body fell from the air.
Such a scene was seen by everyone, and they already knew what had happened just now.
The final move between Sikong Yan and Jian Jingtian decided the outcome. If it weren't for Elder Cangchen's move at the last moment, Jian Jingtian might have died.
"Jian Jingtian lost."
"I saw it. Jian Jingtian is indeed very strong. He trained his entire body to be comparable to a mysterious weapon. Unfortunately, he is still no match for Sikong Yan."
"Yes! If it weren't for Elder Cangchen's rescue at the last moment, he would have died."
"Sikong Yan will definitely win the first place in this battle."
"That's not necessarily the case. Don't forget that Zhong Lin hasn't made a move yet. No one knows who will win in the end."
"Hehe, how can Zhong Lin compare with Senior Brother Sikong? Senior Brother Sikong has been famous for many years, not to mention that he has been trained by the Third Saint Son. I don't know where Zhong Lin came from, so how can he be a match for Senior Brother Sikong."
"Yes, yes, yes, you are right."
"You..."
While everyone was arguing, two green light balls fell from the void and landed directly on the eyebrows of Jian Jingtian and Sikong Yan.
And with the integration of these two green light balls, the breath of the two people recovered quickly, especially Jian Jingtian, whose injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if time was flowing backwards.
"Is this... a ninth-grade elixir? No, a ninth-grade elixir is not that exaggerated. Could it be some kind of martial arts magic?"
Zhong Lin's eyes widened, and his heart was full of doubt.
After a moment, Jian Jingtian suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously looked down at his chest.
The wound had completely healed, but the torn clothes on his body confirmed the fierce battle before.
Jian Jingtian slowly got up from the ground, glanced at Sikong Yan in the distance, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and then he bowed deeply to Elder Cangchen.
"Thank you, Elder."
