hold head high!

Nine real dragons that resembled divine swords soared into the sky, bombarding each other with endless murderous aura, making a loud rumbling sound.

The roar of the dragon, the whistle of the sword, and the cry of killing are mixed together like a symphony, but the sword energy is everywhere and the murderous aura is rampant, forming a picture of an iron horse.

There was another loud noise in the sky, as if it had been pierced, and a pillar of energy reaching a height of ten thousand feet spread out, flashing with sword light, blood light and silver light.

The entire sword platform vibrated, and the colorless and transparent defensive cover buzzed, rolling up thousands of ripples and spreading to Lin Chen and Saint Son Cang Ao.

Saint Son Cang Ao's eyes widened, his face tensed, his robes crackled and torn, the palms holding the dragon-marked divine sword began to tremble, and his chest heaved up and down, becoming more and more rapid.

Lin Chen's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. The Dragon-Wandering Sword in his hand criss-crossed, killing in all directions, and kept hitting the Dragon-marked Divine Sword.

Cang Ao's Holy Son retreated steadily and kept falling. He wanted to resist, but felt powerless. A bitter look gradually appeared on his face, and he said in a difficult tone: "How is it possible? Your divine body is not as fast as mine..."

Before he could speak, he saw a terrifying wave of killing swords surge up from the Youlong Sword, rushing straight into the sword in his hand, and spreading towards his arm.

Soon, Saint Son Cang Ao felt a severe impact on his chest, his internal organs were twisted, his energy and blood were stagnant, his energy and spirit were instantly suppressed, and there was only the sound of killing in his mind.

A shiver ran through his heart, and his limbs suddenly trembled wildly. All the strength in his body collapsed. With a bang, he fell upside down and fell onto the sword platform.

The sword platform was smashed by him with a dull bang, and the dragon-patterned divine sword in his palm fell. The tip of the sword hit the platform and a spark appeared, disappearing like a flash in the pan.

Whoosh!

Seeing this, Lin Chen, who was swooping down, withdrew his Dragon Sword, drew a bloody half-arc in the sky, and stood in mid-air again, his clothes crackling.

The breath in his body was suppressed, and the way of swordsmanship and the divine way of killing returned to his body. Suddenly, the murderous aura suspended in the air fell like a heavy rain.

The sword platform was instantly dyed blood red, but was soon blown by the sword wind and disappeared without a trace. The entire void of the sword platform became light and clean.

A low sound of cold breathing quickly sounded outside the sword platform, and there was a sound of gasping outside Zishan. Most of the disciples looked at Lin Chen in stunned silence, shocked and speechless.

Liangyi Sword Emperor and the others almost held their breath. After looking at each other, they realized that Lin Chen had defeated Saint Son Cang Ao and immediately cheered for him.

"He, he won?"

The Blood Sin Son's eyes widened and they stuttered, a little unbelievable.

"How could the Holy Son Cang Ao be defeated so miserably?"

Holy Son Yunfeng glanced at the embarrassed figure, then looked at Lin Chen in mid-air, and couldn't help but admired: "Sir of Heavenly Sword, I saw it right, you are a formidable opponent."

"Saint Son Qiantian, I take back my previous evaluation of Saint Son Heavenly Sword. He fights his opponents head-on and is very courageous." Saint Son Chongtian praised.

"Unexpectedly, he won again. This time his opponent was Saint Cang Ao."

The Holy Son of Yanghe suppressed the surprise on his face and said with emotion: "Judging from the previous Purple Mountain Sword Competition, very few Holy Sons of the God Emperor of Nothingness have reached the semi-finals, but he did it, so he can be called a dark horse."

Holy Son Qian Tian withdrew his gaze and said to them: "To be honest, I am a little surprised that he actually defeated Holy Son Cang Ao in such a state without suffering much damage to himself."

Holy Son Yanghe nodded, and Holy Son Chongtian patted his forehead and said: "It's a pity that such a genius is not the Supreme God Emperor, otherwise we can have a fun competition." The words were full of regret.

Holy Son Qiantian and Holy Son Yanghe looked at each other, but felt that if Lin Chen was the Supreme God Emperor, he would definitely be a formidable enemy.

"We have an additional opponent for the original God Emperor."

The original sons of the God Emperor looked at each other, more or less a little wary of Lin Chen.

"Is this the power of the fifth form of soul-killing?"

Lin Chen, who was in mid-air, looked at the Wandering Dragon Sword in his hand. Thinking back to the scene just now, he couldn't help but feel secretly frightened.

It turns out that in addition to comprehending the sixth level of the Void Spirit Qiankun Sword Technique, he also comprehended the final sword style of the Heavenly Slaughter Spirit Sword Body.

This was the first time he had used it, and the power was much greater than expected, more than twice as powerful as the sixth level of the Void Spirit Qiankun Sword Dao.

Lin Chen had a smile on his face and said to himself: "It's not in vain that I have spent so much time sleeping and forgetting to eat."

Suddenly, the voice of the Twelve Elders came: "The Holy Son of Heavenly Sword wins." He looked at Lin Chen with a look of approval on his face.

The First Elder, the Second Elder, the Seventh Elder and others also looked at Lin Chen sideways and felt that it was a wise decision to make an exception and adopt Lin Chen, who was in the realm of the Chaos God Emperor, as the Holy Son.

Saint Son Cang Ao, who fell on the opposite side of the sword platform, sighed secretly when he heard the voice of the Twelve Elders, and immediately stood up with his sword in his hand.

He looked at Lin Chen, raised his hands with great effort and said: "Sir of the Heavenly Sword, I'm convinced. You haven't used that Hong-level high-level magic, so I'm no match for you."

"No, you are much stronger than me in terms of divine physical strength." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"When you say that, I feel even more ashamed. I won't say anything anymore. Congratulations on reaching the semi-finals."

Holy Son Cang Ao shook his head and smiled, then cupped his hands and turned to leave. His back was a little rickety and he looked a little depressed.

"Semifinals?"

Lin Chen murmured, immediately put away the Dragon Sword, and left the sword platform with a flick of the sword light.

This time, there were more voices congratulating Lin Chen. In addition to the many saints of the Void God Emperor, there were also many more saints of the Original God Emperor.

Holy Son Qiantian, who was sitting on the other side of Zishan, also smiled and nodded to Lin Chen to express his congratulations.

Lin Chen smiled and nodded in response, which made Saint Yunfeng see it and envy him in his heart: "Sir, Heavenly Sword, I didn't expect that even Saint Qiantian would think so highly of you."

"We have met once before, so you should pay more attention to me." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"Tsk, tsk, Holy Son Qiantian's vision is well-known in our Holy Son's Academy. If he thinks so highly of you, then I have to take your opponent seriously." Holy Son Yunfeng said jokingly.

"Then you have to advance first." Lin Chen joked.

"In this case, even if my opponent is the Supreme God Emperor, I will still give it a try." Holy Son Yunfeng straightened his expression and said pretending to be serious.

Lin Chen smiled when he heard this and suddenly let out a sigh. He looked towards the sword platform. Holy Son Yunfeng also looked over and said, "Is it that Holy Son Ming Ye?"

I saw the Holy Son of Mingye wearing a black cloak, like a god walking in the darkness. He was calm and calm in the face of the opponent's attacks.

His swordsmanship is unpredictable, erratic, elusive, like a ghost, making it difficult for his opponents to guard against him, and he soon becomes exhausted and completely defeated.

"The Holy Son of Mingye wins!"

Hearing the voice of the Twelve Elders, Holy Son Yunfeng said to Lin Chen: "He has also entered the semi-finals, which is expected."

Lin Chen nodded and said: "That's true, but the scary thing about him is that he used the same swordsmanship in all three competitions."

"How is that possible?"

Holy Son Yunfeng almost lost his voice.

"His swordsmanship is very varied and has many variations, so it looks different in appearance and can easily be mistaken for several swordsmanships." Lin Chen explained.
Chapter completed!