Bloodline of Beast God

Chapter 257 The Power of a Sword

"It's so powerful." The powerhouses of the four major forces looked at the deep pit cut out by Mo Chen in shock. Give him a few years, who is still his opponent on this continent, now with the cultivation base of Dou Zong's ninth level, he can easily kill the Dou Wang powerhouse. Is it?

With Mochen's talent, it will take at most three months to enter the Douwang realm. If he is not eliminated now, then for the four major forces, the future will be their disaster.

For a moment, the fighting kings of the four major forces all set their sights on Mochen, while the warriors from the Supreme Pavilion and the Elven Clan surrounded Mochen in the center and protected him.

"Go up, go up for me, kill this kid for me, or he will become the enemy of our four major forces in the future." Someone shouted, and more than 70 fighting kings spread their fighting spirit wings and moved towards Mochen. rushed up.

"Everyone be careful, the people in front get out of the way." Mo Chen yelled, jumped up, and raised the golden language in his hand. Suddenly, a strong momentum mixed with a huge life energy erupted from Mo Chen's body out.

Everyone in the Supreme Pavilion knew that Mo Chen's next attack would be devastating, so they hurriedly retreated behind Mo Chen.

At this time, all the fighting kings surrounded seemed to realize that something was wrong, and hurried to the side, but when Mo Chen erupted with a mountain-like momentum, these fighting kings were full of shock, and, The aura that erupted from Mo Chen's body in an instant was not something ordinary fighting kings like them could resist.

"Yeah." Mo Chen poured all his battle energy into the golden language, and suddenly, a burst of strong golden light erupted from the golden language, with a green tail flame, towards the group of fighting kings directly in front, ruthlessly He cut it down hard.

"Boom." With a dignified momentum and sharp sword energy, he slashed down fiercely. There were more than 20 fighting kings in front of him. Mo Chen hit with all his strength, and the power that erupted was enough to match the full strength of any fighting saint. Comparable to one blow, among them, the power of the golden language artifact is enough to deter these fighting kings.

The sword light that was tens of feet long cut down with a bang, and only a few of the more than 20 fighting kings in the front dodged, and the others couldn't dodge at all, so they had to bite the bullet and go up, but, even if They are all fighting kings, facing the sword light that Mo Chen slashed out with all his strength, they fell under the sword light like eggs hitting a rock.

"Boom." The sword light fell into the Tianzhuo mountain range, and a bottomless sword light was seen embedded in the mountain. The terrifying aura gradually disappeared, and the foreheads of all the surviving fighting kings flowed down. Breaking into cold sweat, with a look of lingering fear, they secretly rejoiced that they were still alive. At this moment, they realized how bad it is to be alive.

Mo Chen fell on the ground, gasping for breath, the elf warriors came up to protect Mo Chen one after another, the disciples of the Supreme Court were still in shock, but they also surrounded Mo Chen, at this time Mo Chen, fighting spirit Completely exhausted and extremely weak, Jin Yu automatically entered his body.

"That kid, it seems that he has no fighting ability. Don't be afraid, everyone, let's go together and destroy them."

With the power of Mo Chen's sword, he killed thirteen fighting kings. This kind of record was enough to shock everyone present, but now is not the time to be surprised. In the end, only by killing Mo Chen can the people of the Four Great Influences feel at ease, otherwise, once Mo Chen grows up, he will definitely be a deadly enemy to the Four Great Influences.

"Come on, protect the Pavilion Master." The disciples of the Supreme Pavilion didn't care about their own safety, and rushed up to protect Mo Chen.

People from the elves also rushed up one after another. Although the number of people from the Supreme Court and the elves combined is several times that of the four major forces, the people from the four major forces are all fighting kings.

In the blink of an eye, several people fell to the ground. Among the disciples of the Supreme Pavilion, only the five fighting kings led by Dao Nan had the strength to contend against these fighting kings, and the sixteen elf envoys headed by Jimu were able to contend.

Mo Chen knelt down on one knee, looking at the disciples of the Supreme Pavilion who fell to the ground one after another, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"Could it be that the Supreme Court really can't pass this test?" Mo Chen looked cold, watching the disciples of the Supreme Court fall in a pool of blood one by one, feeling extremely angry in his heart.

"No, the Supreme Pavilion, I can't accept my fate. As the owner of the Supreme Pavilion, I have the responsibility to protect their safety." As he spoke, Mo Chen stood up from the ground with difficulty, kicked his feet, and rushed out. Exhausted, but with its own power, it also has a lot of lethality.

"Bump." Mo Chen blasted a Dou Wang away with his fist, but it was just blown away.

"What the hell, boy, although you are very powerful, you are already at the end of your bow, so go die."

Mo Chen's face changed, and the Dou Wang who was knocked into the air came back, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, hitting Mo Chen's shoulder.

"Hmph." Mo Chen snorted coldly, and quickly raised his hand, but it was still a step too late. The long sword cut into his shoulder, almost into half of his shoulder, and cut on the bone. Chen insisted on not snorting, and stared fixedly at the other party.

"Huh? Those eyes?" Looking at Mo Chen's eyes, the Dou Wang suddenly felt fear, like the eyes of a god of death.

Mo Chen's left shoulder was chopped off, so he directly raised his right fist and struck Dou Wang's chest, causing his chest to sag.

Although Mochen's battle energy was exhausted, his own strength was extremely strong, especially after possessing the blood of the Titan, Mochen's own strength was comparable to that of a fighting saint.

"Puff." Mo Chen resisted the great pain, but did not groan, and pulled out the long sword embedded in his shoulder, blood splashed all over, Mo Chen hurriedly sealed the meridians on his shoulder, stopped Blood was splashed everywhere, a faint green light lingered around the wound, Mo Chen was unable to activate the body of life when his battle energy was exhausted, but the body of life responded instinctively and automatically healed Mo Chen's injured shoulder.

"Supreme Pavilion, is it really about to be destroyed?" Mo Chen was expressionless and extremely angry in his heart, but he was seriously injured, and Mo Chen felt a lack of mental strength, watching the disciples of Supreme Pavilion fall in a pool of blood , Mo Chen felt uncomfortable.

"Pavilion Master, be careful." Suddenly, a disciple of the Supreme Pavilion rushed over and blocked the sword of the Dou Wang of the Duan family for Mo Chen.

The disciple of the Supreme Pavilion was directly pierced through the chest, and his body fell on Mo Chen. Mo Chen hurriedly hugged the disciple who was protecting his life, with murderous intent in his eyes, staring coldly at Dou Wang who killed the disciple of the Supreme Pavilion.

Putting the corpse on the ground gently, Mo Chen said lightly: "Brother, rest in peace, I will definitely avenge you." After saying that, Mo Chen suddenly emitted a strange red light, and immediately, Mo Chen's eyes turned completely red.

(End of this chapter)