In just one breath, Lin Chen threw hundreds of punches, all of them hitting the Kuchan Seal.

The withered Zen seal was suspended in front of the dead wood wine monk. The Buddha's light was overflowing with color and spinning, but it kept shaking, and the Buddha's light continued to dim.

"Namo Amitabha."

The Buddha's light that bloomed from the deadwood wine monk had already covered up the drunkenness on his face, but it could still be seen that his expression was becoming more and more solemn.

He recited the six-character mantra, and his whole body transformed into a Buddha statue. His skin was gilded and shimmering, just like the Buddha statue in the Main Hall, but it was hundreds of times more solemn and majestic, and the atmosphere was endless.

If the deadwood wine monk before was a perfect wine monk, then he is now a true Buddhist master with great compassion.

"What a powerful Dharma!"

Lin Chen felt the pressure, but he was full of fighting spirit. He punched out with both fists, each punch contained the power of the blood of the God of Life, with endless power and infinite power.

The withered wood wine monk transformed into a Buddha statue, holding the Buddha seal with one hand and the Zen seal with the other hand, opening and closing widely to block Lin Chen's attack. The two sides fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds.

The geniuses watching the battle were dazzled. Even the Buddha Sword King, Yuantu Sword King, and Pingtian Sword King had a hard time seeing the battle clearly.

But in their ears, the sound of fists and Buddha's sounds continued to echo, mixed with the sounds of explosions, roars and the sounds of broken sacred bones.

"Amitabha, the benefactor of the Heavenly Sword God King is really powerful, and his divine power is extremely powerful. There are not many poor monks who can compare with him."

The withered wood wine monk opened and closed his eyes with Buddha's light, looked at Lin Chen, and let out a sigh.

Since his battle with Lin Chen, he has used various magical techniques, which has consumed nearly 60% of his divine power. His momentum is getting weaker and weaker, and the Buddha's light on his face has dimmed a few points.

However, the deadwood wine monk was shocked to find that Lin Chen still had great power, his breath was stable, and there was no sign of weakness, as if he had endless power.

Lin Chen looked calm, but he knew very well that in terms of divine power, he was not much stronger than the Deadwood Wine Monk. The main thing was that the Holy Spirit of Life Art provided him with the energy of life.

He has a godless physique and can absorb all kinds of power and turn it into use, including the energy of life.

As long as the Holy Spirit of Life formula is running in Lin Chen's body, the energy of life will be continuously generated, making him endlessly powerful.

The most important point is that Lin Chen possesses the bloodline of the Life God Clan, forming a supreme foundation that is far superior to that of the Deadwood Wine Monk.

In terms of bloodline, Deadwood Wine Monk is not as good as Lin Chen.

What's more, when Lin Chen used the wings of life, he was faster than the Deadwood Wine Monk. He traveled through space and launched an offensive, and it was difficult for the Deadwood Wine Monk to hit him.

Under this ebb and flow, Deadwood Wine Monk consumed a lot of energy, but Lin Chen was still full of energy and fighting spirit.

"Amitabha!"

The withered wood wine monk uttered the sound of Buddha, his eyes radiated Buddha's light, showing the supreme power of Buddha, and struck with all his strength. His Buddha's hand and Buddha's fist collided with Lin Chen's fist one after another.

Click!

Lin Chen's fist made a loud noise, and the sacred bones broke the tree roots. He staggered back, and a trace of paleness appeared on his face, but the withered wood wine monk was much worse than him.

Crackling!

Withered Wood Wine Monk's hands exploded and his fingers were broken. Under Lin Chen's punch, he flew backwards for more than two thousand miles and landed in the corner of the Quasi-Emperor's battle platform before stopping.

The moment he stopped, the Buddha's light all over his body dimmed and he returned to his true form. His wine-red face turned pale, and the Buddha's light in his eyes disappeared and dimmed.

The cassock on his body had already cracked, and countless sacred bones were broken. All the internal organs transformed by divine power were seriously injured.

Looking at his miserable state, the Withered Wood Wine Monk couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Donor of the Heavenly Sword God King, you have won this battle."

"Concession."

Lin Chen gathered away the blood of the Life God Clan and transformed back into his original form. He was still full of fighting spirit, but his face was extremely pale, and the divine bones in his body were cracked in several places.

The injury is serious!

"It's a pity that I didn't defeat this wine monk before Mr. Tianji."

A trace of regret flashed in Lin Chen's eyes. The dead wood wine monk's aura of luck was swallowed up by Mr. Tianji. He defeated the opponent and gained nothing.

If there is one, there is only one, and that is his ranking, which has risen to second place.

The Deadwood Wine Monk, who was originally ranked second, fell to third place.

"It was the Heavenly Sword God King who won!"

"Withered Wood Wine Monk's defense is so powerful that he can break it, but seeing that he is also injured, it's not optimistic." The Blood Slaughter Whip King said with emotion.

"He is indeed better than us, but unfortunately he is still no match for Young Master Tianji. Young Master Tianji defeated the Withered Wood Wine Monk in one move. He tried his best to do it, but he was injured instead." Sword Lord Yuantu shook his head and said.

"No matter what, the Heavenly Sword God King was able to get the second place in this year's quasi-emperor ranking competition. Although he is not the first, he still created a record that is unprecedented and probably will never be followed again!" Buddha Sword Emperor

Righteous way.

Goddess Qingxuan, Pingtian Sword King, Blood Slaughter Whip King and others all nodded silently.

Indeed, although they are half-step God Emperor geniuses, they all know that they are simply not comparable to Lin Chen.

The Great Elder, Seventh Elder and Fifteenth Elder were all smiling. Even if Lin Chen could only get second place, it would be a very honorable thing for the Holy Luo Dao Sect.

When Lin Chen participates in the next Quasi-Emperor Ranking Competition, won't he be able to take first place?

"Among the top ten geniuses now, only the Heavenly Sword God King and Master Tianji have not yet fought against each other. It seems that the next round of competition will be the last round of this year's Quasi-Emperor Ranking Competition."

"The outcome has been determined. The Heavenly Sword God King has no hope of defeating Mr. Tianji. The first place in this quasi-emperor ranking competition must be Mr. Tianji."

"Yes, all the previous quasi-emperor ranking competitions were very interesting and full of suspense, but now this last round of competition has not even started yet, but the result is already determined."

The geniuses were talking a lot, but most of them were not interested because they knew the result without looking at the next test.

"In the last round of competition, if I defeat the Heavenly Sword God King, I will be able to obtain his halo of luck. I have nine halos of luck. The opportunity will definitely come when the time comes."

The calm and composed Master Tianji glanced at Lin Chen, and a wave of disturbance appeared in his calm mind.

He came all the way to the Central Region of Yunzhou to participate in the Quasi-Emperor Ranking Competition. Now that he is so close, he must get this opportunity.

"Unfortunately, I competed with the dead wood wine monk and used the Kaitian Yijian and the Creation Sword Heart more than ten times, but I still couldn't use the third form of the Original Sword Song."

With the help of the seventh elder, Lin Chen regained his divine power and recovered from his injuries. He sat cross-legged on the stone bench, feeling the gaze of Master Tianji, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

If he could perform the original sword song, Lin Chen thought he still had a slight chance of winning, but since he has not succeeded yet, he may have a slim chance of winning.

Swish! Swish!

Just as Lin Chen was thinking about it, two rays of divine light burst out from the quasi-emperor battle platform, bringing the Yin Yang Sword Master and the Divine Shadow Ghost Lord onto the battle platform.

The twenty-sixth competition begins.

The result was without any surprise, the Yin Yang Sword Master won.

In the twenty-seventh competition, the Buddha Sword Emperor defeated the Blood Slaughter Whip King.

In the twenty-eighth competition, Yuantu Sword Lord was defeated by the Deadwood Wine Monk.

In the twenty-ninth competition, Pingtian Sword King defeated the Goddess Qingxuan.

Soon, the thirtieth competition came.
Chapter completed!