Bang!

A blood shadow fell sideways on the sword platform where the storm was raging, revealing his figure, and all he saw was a blood-haired young man with a face as white as paper and his clothes were torn.

"Isn't that right? Holy Son of Blood Dome actually lost? He is ranked seventeenth. Then Holy Son Yunfeng is ranked twenty-seventh. How could he be defeated?"

"Why else? Of course, Holy Son Yunfeng has made greater progress than him, haven't you noticed? His Fengyun Divine Way already has the flavor of using softness to overcome strength."

"Bah! How could I not notice it? I just didn't react just now. Hey, this session of Purple Mountain Sword Forum is full of interesting things. There is an evil genius Heavenly Sword Saint, two dark horses Ming Ye Saint and Huan Zhen Saint

Girl, now it seems that there will be a Holy Son Yunfeng added to the list."

There were waves of discussion inside and outside Zishan, and they were extremely surprised by the victory of Holy Son Yunfeng, followed by another round of praise.

After hearing this, Liangyi Sword Emperor raised his eyebrows and said: "The Holy Son of Heavenly Sword is the real dark horse, the number one dark horse."

Haiyuan Sword Emperor and others nodded in agreement, and immediately gained the approval of many people nearby.

After all, Lin Chen is the first Holy Son to defeat the Supreme God Emperor with the realm of the God Emperor of Nothingness.

Saint Mingye, Saint Huanzhen and Saint Yunfeng all failed to do it.

Of course, it would be a bit difficult to say who is the strongest between Lin Chen and the three of them.

Because anyone with a discerning eye can see that the three men of Ming Ye Shengzi have not yet given their all, so everyone is looking forward to their performance in the finals.

But Ming Ye Shengzi heard their discussion and smiled softly: "Haha, number one dark horse? This title should be given to me."

"A God Emperor of Nothingness is not worthy of such a title!"

Obviously, he does not feel that he is inferior to Lin Chen, but rather thinks that he is worse than Lin Chen.

Because no one knows how much effort he has put in and how many times he has gone through life and death for this Purple Mountain Sword Competition.

Is it his goal to become the number one dark horse?

hehe!

Of course not.

His goal is to be number one!

Lin Chen has created a record, so he will also create a record, and even better than Lin Chen.

That is to climb to the Purple Mountain to be the first in swordsmanship at the level of the original God Emperor!

Saint Huanzhen was dressed in a pure white dress. She was as quiet as an orchid, her eyes were as gentle as water, and she gently clenched her jade hand into a fist: "Sir of Heavenly Sword, Saint of Mingye, Saint of Yunfeng, this time Zishan

There are more opponents in swordplay than I thought, but I will not lose."

Although she looks quiet and gentle, she is actually a woman who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. She also went through hardships and pains for this Purple Mountain Sword Competition.

Everything is just for today!

Seeing the return of Holy Son Yunfeng, Lin Chen smiled and said, "Congratulations."

Holy Son Yunfeng nodded, sat down, and said with a relaxed expression: "Fortunately, after fighting him, I have become more proficient in using softness to overcome strength."

"There are two more games and the semi-finals will be over. You should have a good rest first," Lin Chen said.

"The finals? The last Zishan Sword Competition, I didn't make it to the finals, which has become a regret in my heart. I finally succeeded this time, so I can't relax." Shengzi Yunfeng sighed with emotion and joked. After that, he

Close your eyes and adjust your breath.

"Saint Qinqing wins!"

On the morning of the fourth day of the semi-finals, the voices of the Twelve Elders spread throughout the Purple Mountain: "Saint Liyuan, Saint Son of the Seven Nights!"

"No, I said before that Holy Son Qiye was lucky, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly. He actually met Saint Liyuan in the last competition."

"I have to say that he is a bit unlucky, because logically, he should be able to enter the finals, but it is a pity that fate has its way, and things are unpredictable."

"He, the Son of Blood, and the Son of Winter are all Supreme God Emperors. They all entered the finals last time. Unexpectedly, they were eliminated this time."

Many people felt sorry for the Holy Son of Seven Nights, and soon they were given the title of an unlucky trio. The other two were, of course, the Holy Son of Blood General and the Holy Son of Winter's Coming.

It is strange to say that even before he competed with Saint Li Yuan, everyone felt that he was destined to lose.

But this is the fact. Although Saint Liyuan is the original God Emperor, she was the one who ranked fourth in the last Purple Mountain Sword Competition.

Sure enough, in less than a cup of tea, he was defeated by Saintess Liyuan.

Seeing this, the Twelve Elders were not surprised at all. They immediately announced the results of the competition and then said: "The semi-finals are over. The finals will be held in ten days. You can prepare."

"Great Elder, this Zishan Sword Competition has broken another record. Three of the Supreme God Emperor's sons did not enter the finals. This has never happened before." The second elder put down the tea cup in his hand and shook it.

He shook his head.

The seventh elder, twenty-fourth elder and others also nodded, but the elder smiled and said: "We elders should be happy. Although the three saints of Qiye were eliminated, the four saints of Tianjian

But he advanced."

After saying this, he glanced at Lin Chen and the others with relief, and then said: "This is how cultivation is, if you don't make progress, you will be surpassed by others."

The Second Elder and others all came here from that time, and now they all nodded with deep feeling after hearing the First Elder's words.

On the other side, Holy Son Yunfeng said to Lin Chen: "Twenty-eight people competed, and fourteen people advanced. The top ten of the previous session all advanced. The other two are you and me, Holy Son Ming Ye, Huan Zhen

Four Saints."

Lin Chen nodded and said with some emotion: "The opponents are all very strong. The final ten days later will not be easy, but it will be very challenging." A smile appeared on his face.

"Well, I was just a bystander in the last Zishan Swordsmanship finals. Now I have become a participant, which is also an honor." Holy Son Yunfeng nodded and said.

Lin Chen chatted with him for a while, and then they adjusted their breaths to prepare for the upcoming finals.

After all, the finals are all faced with peerless talents. The test is not only the strength, but also the spirit, will and belief. If you ignore it even slightly, it may become the source of failure.

Now that we have come to this step, how can Lin Chen neglect it?

Next, go all out!

Holy Son Xuhuai, Holy Son Qiantian and Holy Son Killer also meditated and rested to recharge their batteries, and soon the purple mountain became quiet.

When the disciples outside Zishan saw this, they lowered their voices involuntarily, but they looked very excited and looked forward to the next finals.

Sword Emperor Liangyi and Sword Emperor Haiyuan looked at each other in silence, but there was a hint of hope in their eyes as they stared at Lin Chen.

It would be great if Lin Chen could break into the top ten!

Ten days passed quickly and the finals began.

The disciples inside and outside Zishan all looked at the Twelve Elders.

With a smile on his face, the Twelve Elders walked to the bronze cauldron, took out the fourteen Holy Son Tokens inside, and flew out with a swish.

"This is the Holy Son Token you have been waiting for, keep it!"

Lin Chen and Holy Son Yunfeng looked at each other, then looked at the Holy Son token in their hands, and immediately took back the storage ring.

Looking at the Twelve Elders again, I saw him waving his hands to put away the bronze tripod, stepping on the clouds, returning to a pavilion and sitting down.

Not long after he sat down, the second elder came out. He glanced at everyone and said with a hint of dignity: "I have already said the rules of the finals before, and you all know them. Let's start."

After saying this, he turned around and returned to the pavilion, continuing to drink tea and chat with the great elder. There was no majesty, only comfort, which made everyone look at each other.

Seeing this, Lin Chen smiled dumbly: "Is this the beginning?"
Chapter completed!