Taikoo Star Emperor

Chapter 487

When Luo Chen felt Wang Zilin's sword intent, a weird smile appeared on the corner of Luo Chen's mouth.

Compared with sword intent, he seems to have never lost.

With a movement of the arm, the Azure Dragon Sword pointed obliquely at the ground, on which a layer of faint white light slowly emerged.

Following the appearance of the white light, a sword intent surged out from the Azure Dragon Sword, but this sword intent was concealed and extremely calm, making it impossible for people to perceive its power.

"Tianyuan swordsmanship, Tianyuan condenses soldiers!"

The prince was moved by the wind, and the golden long sword in his hand was suddenly raised. On it, a golden sword shadow emerged and shot straight into the sky.

Then, the golden sword shadow began to grow rapidly as if it was inflated.

In the blink of an eye, the sword shadow had grown to a height of ten meters and a width of two meters.And as the sword shadow grows larger, the phantom is gradually solidifying.

When the sword shadow reached 15 meters in length, the golden sword shadow had completely condensed into a golden giant sword, exuding dazzling rays of light, turning the entire fighting arena golden.

"cut!"

Wang Zilin yelled again, and the golden giant sword in his hand, like a collapsing mountain, slashed down towards the top of Luo Chen's head with terrifying coercion.

"Clap-pop-pop..."

When the sword shadow fell, the air was crushed and exploded continuously, like setting off firecrackers, which was shocking.

"A sword to kill!"

Facing the golden giant sword, Luo Chen's expression was unprecedentedly calm.

The Qinglong Sword in his hand didn't see any gestures, but with a faint white light and a hidden sword intent, he went up to the giant sword.

A three-foot long sword faced a 15-meter-long giant sword. The scene looked as if ants were shaking a mountain all the time, and the gap was extremely different.

But I don't know why, at this moment, all the martial artists around felt a pain like a knife cutting their skin.

Moreover, no one thought Luo Chen was weak, this was an extremely weird feeling.

"Ding!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Azure Dragon Sword met the golden giant sword.

A clear metallic crisp sound came out and reached everyone's ears.

All the warriors were taken aback, recovered from the weird feeling, and looked at the place of the collision.

"Crack!"

There was no loud noise, no whistling.

There was only a soft sound that seemed to be broken, and it came from that place.

then.

In the shocking eyes of everyone, the golden giant sword shattered.

First, cracks spread continuously, and then when the cracks were covered with the giant sword, the giant sword turned into countless fragments, fell apart in a blink of an eye, and finally dissipated slowly.

The golden giant sword disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared before.

The warriors around were completely stunned by this scene.

A three-foot long sword smashed a 15-meter giant sword, and it seemed effortless. This feeling is really too weird.

Wang Zilin was also stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

His most proud sword;
His mightiest sword;
He thought he could kill Luo Chen's sword;
Unexpectedly, it was broken like this.

And it broke extremely easily, how is this possible!

Even though the facts were right in front of his eyes, he still couldn't believe it.

"You lost!" A faint voice sounded, waking up the audience.

Wang Zilin's body trembled, and then he felt the icy touch on his neck, which was the chill from the sword's edge.

And the warriors around them finally came back to their senses.

Just looking at Luo Chen who had a calm face and put the sword on Wang Zilin's neck, they were speechless for a long time.

They will never forget what happened today.

At this moment, they have to admit that core disciples are not only measured by strength.

Luo Chen stared coldly at Wang Zilin, who was somewhat absent-minded, and with a trembling of the Qinglong Sword in his hand, he sank into Wang Zilin's sea of ​​energy.

"laugh……"

With a sound like deflation, Wang Zilin's body fell limply on the ground, and then his face turned pale, and he looked at Luo Chen with despair, "You, you actually crippled my sea of ​​qi..."

Luo Chen gave Wang Zilin a disdainful look, "Tell you Wang family, it's best not to mess with me in the future, otherwise come one and I'll destroy the other."

The Saint Star Gate stipulates that killing is not allowed, but it does not stipulate that it is not allowed to abolish.

"Luo Chen, you're going to die!" Wang Zilin roared with incomparable resentment, his sea of ​​qi was crippled, and his whole body's cultivation was completely crippled.

Although there is fate, the sea of ​​​​qi can be restored, but it will take at least seven or eight years for him to recover the sea of ​​​​qi and his cultivation.

At that time, it will be too late even if he can restore his current cultivation base, and the time he lost will not be made up for in any case.

Seven or eight years is enough for a day to obliterate everyone.

Luo Chen ignored Wang Zilin lazily, turned around and walked out of the arena.

In the surrounding stands, all the fighters remained silent.

It wasn't until they watched Luo Chen leave that the crowd boiled up.

"Who can tell me how Luo Chen did it just now?"

"Yeah, how did you do it?"

Among the crowd, someone asked a question.

Discussion after each battle is also a habit that Saint Star Gate disciples have developed over the years. Only when they clarify their doubts can they find ways to learn and improve.

"If my guess is correct, it should be sword intent." Among the crowd, a handsome young man spoke slowly.

"Tell me more specifically, what's going on?"

"We all felt the sword just now. Wang Zilin's sword intent is in the late stage of unity. His giant sword is formed by the condensed sword intent."

The handsome young man said: "As for Luochen, although we also felt his sword intent, we couldn't feel the realm of his sword intent. At that time, I thought that Luo Chen's sword intent should not be as good as Wang Zilin's."

"But now it seems that the actual situation should be that Luo Chen's sword intent has reached an extremely terrifying situation. He has already been able to completely control the sword intent and keep the sword intent hidden."

"In your opinion, what level of Luo Chen's sword intent has reached?" Someone asked.

The handsome young man was silent for a moment, and then a look of shock appeared in his eyes, "At least it's Jian Xin."

"hiss!"

All the warriors gasped in surprise, speechless in shock.

After a long time, a voice sounded faintly.

"I think Luo Chen's age is at most 20 years old!"

Hearing this, all the warriors in the spectator seats showed wry smiles.

At the age of 20, the third level of the star king, the sword intent has reached the realm of sword heart.

Facing such a genius, what else can they say?

But at this moment, the handsome young man's words caused everyone to fall into silence again.

"I estimate that Luo Chen is likely to be selected in this year's Holy Son selection."

(End of this chapter)