"Your understanding of the art of swordsmanship is also admirable." Lin Chen cupped his hands and said.

Holy Son Qian Tian smiled dumbly, shook his head, and immediately took out his divine sword and said: "I believe you already know my trump card, so we will decide the outcome with one sword."

"good."

Lin Chen nodded in agreement, summoned the Wandering Dragon Sword, and slowly inspired the bloodline of the middle-grade life god clan.

Lin Chen saw the previous battle between Holy Son Qiantian and Holy Son Mingye, and knew that he could not defeat the opponent by using the sword of Hunyuan Holy Heaven.

The energy of life bloomed in the sky like fireworks, the energy of chaos lingered, the blazing light shone, and the sharp sword light flashed, highlighting Lin Chen's extraordinary majesty.

His temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes. He is dignified and majestic, as if he is an emperor and a nobleman, and is a born god, which makes the Holy Son of Qiantian moved.

"So his trump card is bloodline?"

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Holy Son Qiantian immediately started using the swordsmanship, void, pure yang and gold divine ways to evolve the pure yang, gold and sky sword domain.

The next moment, the golden light filled with the meaning of pure Yang swept across three thousand miles in the sky, and the Pure Yang Golden Sky Sword Domain descended, like a world, suppressing Lin Chen.

The high-pitched sword chant resounded in Lin Chen's ears, and in front of his eyes was a hot and dazzling golden light, and the clothes he wore were coated with a layer of golden light.

Pressure hit him, and crisis hit his heart even more. Lin Chen didn't hesitate, and with the surging bloodline power, he shuttled through the space to meet him.

In an instant, he appeared in front of the Chunyang Golden Heaven Sword Domain. His fist struck like a sword, and a holy white sword light burst out, full of life.

boom!

The Chunyang Golden Heaven Sword Domain made a loud noise under Lin Chen's fist, and the Holy Son of Jiang Qiantian himself was shaken so much that his body trembled, and he felt that all his blood was completely suppressed by Lin Chen.

This is terrible!

Holy Son Qiantian's heart trembled.

But he did not hesitate, raised his right foot, and resolutely stepped into the Chunyang Golden Sky Sword Domain. The power suddenly increased, like the rising sun and the golden mountain, and struck Lin Chen fiercely.

I saw the steaming golden sword energy, tens of thousands of them slashing at Lin Chen first, reflecting a sea of ​​golden light, blinding everyone watching the battle.

Soon, a deafening loud noise sounded in everyone's ears, and their ears were temporarily deafened. They didn't know what happened on the sword platform.

At this time, only the First Elder, the Second Elder, as well as Saint Huanzhen, Saint Son of Mingye and Saint Son of Xuhuai could get a glimpse.

Lin Chen was seen waving his fists, like two giant white swords, striking the Chunyang Golden Heaven Sword Domain, making two clicks, and two sword marks emerged.

The next moment, the Chunyang Golden Sky Sword Domain split into three parts, and Lin Chen struck down, hitting the natal divine sword protecting the body of Holy Son Qian Tian.

clang!

The sword light shot out in all directions, and the divine sword of destiny flew out together with Holy Son Qiantian himself, smashing a hole in the void filled with pure Yang energy.

Soon, an arched sword arc appeared above the sword platform, and then at the end of the sword arc, Holy Son Qiantian fell to the ground, and the divine sword in his hand hit the table with a clang.

But judging from his appearance, except that his face was a little pale, he was not hurt in any way. He stood up again in a snap.

However, he did not fight back. Instead, he took back his divine sword, raised his hand towards Lin Chen and said, "Sir of the Heavenly Sword, you won, I am ashamed of myself."

"Thank you, you're not bad." Lin Chen said modestly. Although he only exchanged one move with Holy Son Qiantian, he could feel that the other party was stronger than Holy Son Killer.

"I hope to see you take first place." Holy Son Qiantian said with a smile. Before Lin Chen could answer, he returned to his seat outside the sword platform.

Lin Chen smiled when he saw this, took the Dragon Sword back to his dantian, and turned around to leave the sword platform. He had lost the blood of the middle-grade Life God Clan, but he still had an outstanding aura.

"Tsk tsk, Holy Son of Heavenly Sword defeated Holy Son of Qiantian. Now, his record is comparable to that of Holy Son of Mingye. Both have only two opponents: Saint of Huanzhen and Saint of Xuhuai."

"Judging from the strength they have shown so far, they are almost evenly matched. If there is a battle, it will definitely be very exciting and exciting."

"Haha, no matter how much you look forward to it, you have to wait until Holy Son Mingye defeats Holy Son Xuhuai, otherwise he will not fight against Holy Son Heavenly Sword and Holy Girl Huanzhen."

Everyone looked at Lin Chen's figure and talked about him, Saint Huanzhen, and Saint Mingye, all showing respect.

God-Emperors of Nothingness like Feng Huan and Xue Sin regard Lin Chen as their lifelong goal.

Because Lin Chen's realm is comparable to theirs, but he has surpassed Saint Son of Killing and Saint Son of Heaven, reaching a level comparable to Saint Huanzhen and Saint Son of Mingye.

Feng Huan Shengzi and others were also the God Emperor of Nothingness, and they couldn't help but be fascinated. It would be great if one day they could be as powerful as Lin Chen.

Ming Ye Shengzi listened to what everyone said, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not say a word and continued to adjust his breath.

He wants to be at his best to fight against Holy Son Xuhuai!

A new competition started on the sword platform, but less than half of the followers were following it. The other half of the attention was on Lin Chen and the others, wanting to watch them compete.

On the morning of the twelfth day of the finals, when the morning sun rose from Dongfang Lingfeng and cast the morning light on Zishan, Holy Son Xuhuai stepped onto the sword platform.

He stood upright, with a majestic appearance, and was dressed in purple clothes. He didn't say a word, but looked at the Holy Son of Ming Ye calmly.

"bring it on!"

The Holy Son of Mingye met his gaze and swept up the sword platform with a stream of black energy. Then he moved his palm and an ink sword appeared, glowing with a cold light.

He seemed to be one with the darkness, cold, lonely, and empty, making people feel afraid and stay away.

With a swish of the ink sword, the swordsmanship and the Netherworld Divine Way evolved into the Netherworld, a world of darkness inside, which was pitch black and seemed to be boundless.

"go!"

The Holy Son of Mingye uttered a cold voice, and the Nether World was like a ghost or a god, or like the door of hell wide open, trying to swallow up the Holy Son of Xuhuai.

The Holy Son Xuhuai's eyes were piercing, and fighting energy surged within his body. The sky in all directions glowed with silver, and blue rivers rushed out, making the air moist.

Apparently, he had used a Hong-level high-level divine sword technique, and merged the human sword into one, slashing out nine dragon-like sword energies in succession, but they were all swallowed up by the netherworld without any sound.

"Is it so strong?"

Holy Son Xuhuai's face darkened, but he flew out with boiling golden fighting energy like a giant golden dragon.

He wanted to cross over to the Netherworld and attack the Holy Son of Mingye, but unexpectedly the latter stepped directly into the Netherworld and spewed out a frenzied wave of Netherworld energy, drowning him.

In the blink of an eye, Holy Son Xuhuai fell into the netherworld and disappeared. No one could see him. Only a loud noise could be heard coming from inside.

Lin Chen was one of the people who could see. He was highly concentrated, and saw the uneven world of the netherworld. From time to time, the figure of the Holy Son of Vacation would appear, but it would soon disappear again.

Frowning slightly, Lin Chen said softly: "Can't even Holy Son Xuhuai break it?"

"What?"

When Saint Yunfeng heard this, he was shocked.

He instinctively looked towards the sword platform, and suddenly heard a loud noise, his ears were filled with roaring, and he was temporarily deafened.

But with his eyes, he could vaguely see a purple figure flying backwards from the raging netherworld air, and landed at the end of the sword platform with a bang.
Chapter completed!