"Chun Yangxu Divine Sword Realm? Holy Son Qiantian has used this divine method so quickly?" Holy Son Yunfeng said in surprise.

"Because the Nether World that Holy Son of Ming Ye is using now is more powerful than before." Lin Chen said with a normal expression.

I saw Holy Son Qiantian quickly shuttle through the void, swinging out the divine sword, slashing straight in the air, and then slashing diagonally, evolving into a sword world with alternating silver light and yellow light.

This is the Pure Yang Xu Shen Sword Realm, and the rumbling collision with the Nether World, giving people a feeling of a mountain falling apart, and irregular cracks in the four directions of the space.

Silver light, yellow light, and black air surged up into the sky, and then swept down like a waterfall, falling in the sky above Holy Son Qiantian and Holy Son Mingye, and then rolled in all directions.

The scene was very terrifying and frightening, and many people realized that Holy Son Mingye really had the strength to compete with Holy Son Qiantian.

Suddenly, the nether world floated upwards and then sank, and black air like ink suddenly overflowed, filled with a pungent smell.

This is the air of the netherworld, which is corrosive. It covers the Pure Yang Xu Shen Sword Realm, making a puffing sound and a continuous stream of curved black smoke.

The power of the Pure Yangxu Divine Sword Realm began to decline, which made Holy Son Qian Tian frown, and immediately inspired a kind of divine way, the sixth level of the golden divine way.

The Golden Shinto and the Sword Dao, the Pure Yang Shinto and the Void Shinto are integrated into one, with the seventh-level peak Sword Dao as the main one, suspended in his four directions, east, west, north and south.

Clang!

At this moment, the divine sword in the hand of Holy Son Qian Tian turned into a gilded gold color, bursting out with brilliance like the scorching sun. He swung it to the left and right, evolving into a sword world where the sun was constantly flowing.

"Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Domain?"

Holy Son Yunfeng took a breath and said in disbelief: "Holy Son Qiantian, he has shown his trump card."

"Hong level advanced divine swordsmanship?"

Lin Chen's eyes flashed with emotion. After participating in the Purple Mountain Sword Discussion for so long, this was the first time he saw someone perform such a magical technique.

It must be said that it is very powerful, bursting out thousands of blazing sword lights, directly crushing the incoming netherworld energy.

However, the pure Yang Xu Shen Sword Realm he just evolved has been suppressed by the Nether World, torn apart, and raging like a river of brilliant brilliance.

"How is that possible?" Holy Son Yunfeng said blankly. He couldn't believe that Holy Son Qiantian's Hong-level mid-level magic was broken so quickly by Holy Son Mingye.

Lin Chen seemed to have expected it, but when he looked at Ming Ye Shengzi, he showed a hint of surprise: "Something's wrong, there seems to be some change in his Nether World."

The Holy Son of Ming Ye was approaching like a ghost. He who had been silent just now burst out laughing: "Qian Tian, ​​let's see how I can break your Pure Yang Golden Heaven Sword Realm.

Before the laughter could stop, he opened his arms, stepped into the netherworld, and disappeared.

The Netherworld world exploded with more powerful power, filled with a large area of ​​Netherworld energy, and flew out with Netherworld sword energy as violent as rain, slashing towards the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword World.

Holy Son Qiantian's eyes were bright and lively, he waved his golden sword with both hands, and faced him, shouting: "Mingye, it depends on whether you have that ability."

When the golden mace was chopped down, the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword World was like the sun, and like a golden world, bombarding the suppressed Nether World together.

Earth-shattering explosions came from the sword platform, resounding throughout the Purple Mountain and beyond, making one disciple after another lose their temper.

"How could this happen? Holy Son Qiantian used Hong-level high-level magic, but he failed to gain the upper hand?"

Not to mention the disciples outside Zishan, even the saints inside Zishan found it unbelievable.

Holy Son Wanjian and Holy Son Chongtian said at the same time: "How can this guy be so strong?"

At this time, anyone could see that Holy Son Ming Ye had not used all his strength to defeat the seven Saints of Li Yuan.

Holy Son Xuhuai and Holy Son Killer looked calm at first, but now they looked moved and could not help but frown.

The performance of Holy Son Mingye also exceeded their expectations.

The First Elder, Second Elder, Seventh Elder and others did not speak, but they watched this scene intently.

Lin Chen's eyes flickered, and his mental power gathered, locking onto the figures of Holy Son Qiantian and Holy Son Mingye.

I saw the divine light bursting out from their bodies, flooding the entire sword platform, and the sound of sword whistles, rumbles and explosions mixed together like a symphony.

Gradually, Holy Son Ming Ye began to gain the upper hand. The Nether World he commanded cracked the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword World, followed by a bang explosion.

Rumble!

A terrifying power containing the power of the netherworld blasted away Holy Son Qiantian like a wave and fell to the end of the sword platform. The golden sword in his hand screamed and lost its light.

Wow!

There was an uproar inside and outside Zishan, and almost everyone had expressions of disbelief, and some even yelled, unable to accept the fact that Holy Son Qiantian had lost.

"How is that possible?"

The Holy Son of Yanghe, the Holy Son of Wanjian and the Holy Son of Chongtian all stood there in a daze, unable to say another word for a while.

"Mingye won?"

The Great Elder, the Seventh Elder, the Twelve Elder and others were no longer as calm as before, looking at Holy Son Mingye with moved expressions.

"Strange, what kind of power is that?"

A trace of doubt and confusion flashed in Lin Chen's eyes. The power was extremely powerful, but it was extremely obscure. He had been observing for a long time, but he didn't even notice it.

After pondering for a while, Lin Chen felt that if he wanted to find out, he might have to compete with the Mingye Saint himself.

Holy Son Yunfeng, who had been sluggish just now, finally came to his senses and asked in a hurried tone: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, Saint Son of Qiantian is in a higher realm than him, his swordsmanship is stronger than him, and his understanding of divine magic is also at a higher level than him. , how could it still be defeated?”

He looked at Lin Chen eagerly, eager to know the reason.

Lin Chen knew that this was not only the doubt of Holy Son Yunfeng, but also the doubt of everyone, but he could not answer, and said truthfully: "In his netherworld, there is a very terrifying mysterious power, but I haven't yet figure out."

"Is that so?"

Holy Son Yunfeng was stunned, a little lost.

"Saint Son of Mingye wins!"

As the second elder announced the results of the competition, everyone just accepted the results.

At this time, the voice of Holy Son Mingye rose sharply, surpassing Holy Maiden Huanzhen and Lin Chen, and standing shoulder to shoulder with Holy Son Xuhuai and Holy Son Killer.

The expressions of Holy Son Xuhuai and Holy Son Xuhuai were solemn. They knew that Holy Son Qiantian was much stronger now than before, but they still lost to Holy Son Mingye.

Pressure surged into their hearts like a tide, but soon the two men's eyes showed fighting intent, and they had the same thought in their hearts: "Sir of Mingye, come on, I'm waiting for your challenge!"

The Holy Son of Mingye also looked at the Holy Son of Killing at the right time, looking down like a dark god, and said in a hollow voice: "Killing, you are next."

The Saint Son of Killing refused to give in and said, "That depends on whether you have the strength."

"hehe."

The Holy Son of Mingye laughed coldly, and left the sword platform with a puff of sleeves.

Holy Son Qian Tian, ​​who was covered in bruises and bruises, looked at his lonely back with a pale face and murmured: "It's not swordsmanship, that's not the power of swordsmanship."

He looked a little lost as he muttered to himself, which made all the saints and disciples who respected him sigh.

When Holy Son Qian Tian heard this, he raised his head, bowed with his hands clasped in his fists, and then staggered off the sword platform. His curved back was sad to see.

But soon everyone's eyes were attracted by a figure as straight as a sword, with flying black hair and an outstanding figure. Who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Chen?
Chapter completed!