Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4625 Ming Ye’s goal

"Some people can't wait."

Lin Chen smiled when he heard the words and looked at Saint Mingye. After the second elder finished speaking, he dragged out a line of black smoke and climbed onto the sword platform.

"It's coming fiercely. It seems that reaching the final is just the first step for him. He also has greater goals and ambitions."

Holy Son Yunfeng pondered for a while and asked: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, who do you think he will challenge?"

"I don't know who he will choose to challenge, but I know he will not challenge us or the Holy Maiden of Fantasy." Lin Chen said lightly.

"You mean, his goal is to challenge the last top ten?"

Holy Son Yunfeng was a little surprised and a little confused. He didn't know why Lin Chen said that?

At this time, the disciples inside and outside Zishan all looked at Holy Son Mingye.

Who will he challenge?

The black cloak worn by Saint Son of Mingye was windless and automatic. He stood at one end of the sword platform, and everything around him became dark, as lonely and indifferent as darkness.

His eyes were as cold as darkness, falling directly on the Holy Son of Chongtian, and said: "Chongtian, let's start with you."

Hearing this, Holy Son Zhongtian touched his forehead and said, "Mingye, what do you mean? You left the other three newcomers to challenge me, but you came to challenge me? Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Ming Ye Shengzi said indifferently: "First, they are not qualified for me to challenge. Second, my challenge goal is to start from tenth, then ninth, eighth, until I challenge Xian Huai."

Holy Son Xuhuai just smiled when he heard this. As the first person to participate in the sword debate at Zishan last time, his opponent was more than one Holy Son Mingye.

"I understand, no matter who is ranked tenth, you will challenge me, but I still think you think I am easy to bully. What do you think I should do?"

Holy Son Chongtian grinned and showed his front teeth. He asked Holy Son Mingye in return, then he clenched his fists and said, "It seems that today either you will fix me, or I will fix you."

His tone was a bit domineering, even more arrogant and unreasonable. As he spoke, he raised his right foot and there was a boom, and the air exploded.

The next moment, he was seen landing on the other side of the sword platform. His majestic body shone with bronze brilliance. From a distance, he looked like an iron tower standing tall, giving people a sense of oppression.

Holy Son Yunfeng glanced at him and Holy Son Mingye, and said to Lin Chen: "One of these two people thinks that we are newcomers, and the other thinks that we are not qualified. They are really crazy."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "For the Holy Son of Chongtian, we are indeed newcomers who have reached the finals, but the other one feels that we are not qualified. Either you are arrogant, or we have absolute confidence in ourselves."

Holy Son Yunfeng looked at Holy Son Mingye and asked, "He defeated Holy Son Donglin?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen shook his head and said: "No, maybe he feels that he can still defeat the Holy Son of Winterfall while retaining his strength, which means he has the capital to look down on us."

A flash of sharpness flashed in the eyes of Holy Son Yunfeng, and he said: "We have to see how strong his capital is, otherwise there is no guarantee that he will not become the second Holy Son of Winter's Landing."

If you want to be proud of him, you must have enough strength!

Lin Chen smiled softly and was noncommittal.

Strength has the final say!

At this time, Holy Son Chongtian, who was on the sword platform, clenched his fists and said to Holy Son Mingye opposite: "You can just come over."

Holy Son Mingye looked at him with cold eyes, waved his hand and threw an ink-colored divine sword, like a pool of black water, towards Holy Son Zhongtian.

In the next moment, his figure flashed, his aura surged, and the Dark Divine Way merged into the Netherworld Divine Way, evolving into a Netherworld world and suppressing it.

The Holy Son of Chongtian opened his eyes, swung his fist and unleashed the seventh level of divine power. With a swish, he rushed forward through space, as fast as lightning.

"Has he comprehended the divine way of space to the sixth level?"

When Lin Chen saw this, his eyes flashed, and he observed carefully. This would be of great benefit to him in understanding the fifth and sixth levels of the divine way of space in the future.

At the same time, he could also understand the specific strengths of Saint Son Chongtian and Saint Son Mingye.

"I feel like Holy Son Mingye is so crazy. Could it be that he thinks he can defeat Holy Son Zhongtian?"

The disciples outside the Purple Mountain and the Holy Son inside the Purple Mountain all watched the competition intently.

The last top ten, led by Xuhuai Shengzi, also watched the battle closely. No matter who won or lost, this was a good opportunity to get to know their opponents.

The peerless geniuses who have reached their level will not look down upon any opponent.

At this time, the competition on the sword platform has entered a fever pitch.

The swordsmanship of Saint Son Chongtian is so fierce, domineering, and so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Only with mental power can one capture his figure.

Mingye Shengzi's swordsmanship is completely opposite to his. It is precise, cunning, and vicious. Every sword hits the vital point, making it difficult to guard against.

Except for the Holy Son who reached the finals, the other Holy Sons and the disciples outside Zishan were all frightened by the sight, feeling that the competition between the two Saint Sons of Chongtian was too dangerous.

But the more dangerous thing was yet to come. Soon the two of them performed the art of combining human swords. One was open and closed, the other was weird and cunning, which dazzled everyone.

Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound, and the netherworld that Saint Son of Mingye evolved into enveloped Saint Son of Chongtian and then attacked.

However, the seventh level of divine power of the Holy Son of Heaven is indeed terrifying. The sword energy is like a mountain, suppressing all directions and making loud noises in the underworld.

However, Holy Son Mingye not only avoided them one by one, but actually hurt him.

After a few breaths, there was a sword mark on the shoulders, back and waist of the Saint of Chongtian, with skin and flesh torn and black gas coming out.

"How is it possible?"

Many disciples were shocked when they saw this.

"External injuries can't hurt the Saint of Chongtian, but his power consumption rate is much faster than that of the Saint of Mingye." The Saint of Yunfeng frowned slightly.

"He fell into the netherworld, which is equivalent to entering the home court of the Saint of Mingye, falling into a passive situation, and it is difficult to play the advantage of speed."

Lin Chen heard this and said calmly: "The only way for him to break the situation is to break the netherworld."

The Saint of Yunfeng nodded, looked at the Saint of Mingye, and said: "If he does this, the Saint of Mingye will stop him at all costs."

Lin Chen nodded without comment, and said: "Even if he really does this, it will be difficult to break the situation, because there is another dark world in the netherworld."

"Then the Saint of Chongtian is doomed to lose?"

The Saint of Yunfeng was stunned when he heard this, and when he saw that Lin Chen did not answer, he knew the result.

At this time, not only Lin Chen saw it, but also Xu Huai Shengzi and others shook their heads secretly, and began to observe the opponent, Mingye Shengzi.

Mingye Shengzi looked at Chongtian Shengzi coldly and said, "Chongtian, I won this battle."

"Ah!"

Chongtian Shengzi glared and shouted, exerting all his strength to use the divine sword and launched the strongest attack, but still failed to break the netherworld. Finally, he was exhausted and defeated by Mingye Shengzi's sword.

The second elder announced the result of the competition calmly: "Mingye Shengzi won."

"Mingye, I lost this battle, but I don't like you, so I don't accept you."

Chongtian Shengzi took a few deep breaths, then raised his head and yelled at Mingye Shengzi, then turned and walked out of the sword stage.

Mingye Shengzi's eyes were still cold, and he said, "What if you don't accept it? The winner is me!" After that, he walked down the sword stage with darkness.