Peerless Sword God

Upon hearing this, the Holy Son Wanchu had a face like pig liver. He cursed "yellow-haired girl" in his heart. He smiled on the outside and said, "Your father has great swordsmanship. Even if I lose, I will be honored."

After that, he ignored the little girl, stumbled up and walked off the stage.

"This guy is pretty thick-skinned."

Xiao Huo muttered, feeling bored.

"Lin Chen, you should rest quickly. There will be a final battle tomorrow. I think the Sword Martial Saint is not weak. You will have to put in a lot of effort." The Tree of Light said.

"No matter how powerful he is, my dad will still beat him for fun." Xiao Huo said with a smile.

Lin Chen glared at her with a bluffing face, then sat down cross-legged and concentrated.

Buzz!

I saw a picture of the Holy Son of Wanchu using the origin of the Holy Path of Chaos emerging in the spiritual world, and then he used this to inspire the origin of the Holy Path of Chaos and began to understand.

Above the attic, Sword Master Yuan Tian glanced at Lin Chen, and then sent a message to the Sword Master Sword Master: "Jian Wu, it's good to adjust your breath. Tomorrow's battle is very important."

"Don't worry, Sect Master, my disciple will definitely be able to defeat him."

The Saint of Jianwu responded, but did not violate it. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. He wanted to fight Lin Chen in the most perfect state before resting.

The Heavenly Lotus Saint next to her saw this and did not bother. The Heavenly Killing Son and the Demonic Heart Saint Son also remained silent. They knew that the battle between the Jianwu Saint Son and Lin Chen tomorrow would involve the glory of the Seven Great Gates.

After all, since the first Lingwu Taoist Conference, there have been no geniuses from the twelve small states. Lin Chen is the first to reach the top three. If he wins the first opponent again, the face of the seven majors will be completely lost. .

As the chief disciple of the Seven Great Sects, Tianshazi and others have no face, so they all hope that the Sword Martial Saint can attack

Defeat Lin Chen and preserve the majesty of the Seven Great Masters.

The fierce finals are still going on, with Five Elements Holy Son, Tianxing Holy Son and others taking the stage one after another. Their goal is to be higher up in the top ten.

Among them, the most outstanding performer was Lingxin Buddha. Although he lost to Lin Chen, there was no doubt about his strength. Tianshazi and the others were no match for him, including Saint Tianlian and Saint Wanchu.

However, he lost to the Sword Warrior Saint Son. Even so, he was still scheduled for the third place.

The worst performer was still Taitan Shui. Not to mention Lingxin Buddha and others, even Luanyue Water Saint and Angry Eyes Martial Buddha could easily defeat her.

Because she was able to enter the finals because it was arranged by the Holy Lord of Five Elements. His only role was to figure out her relationship with Lin Chen.

She had been spotted by the Five Elements Holy Lord during her previous battle with Lin Chen, so she was naturally of no use. It was just her Pangui True Spirit inheritance that was targeted by him.

Taitan Shui knew it well and had just used the Taishang Elder as a shield. At the same time, she had full confidence in Lin Chen and always believed in him.

She now hopes that Lin Chen can defeat the Jianwu Saint and win the first place in this Lingwu Taoist Association.

"First, it belongs to me, Jianwu."

The Holy Son of Sword Martial Arts is full of sword glory and has a magnificent appearance. His energy and spirit have reached perfection, and he is waiting for the battle with Lin Chen tomorrow.

As fierce competitions took place one after another, time passed like water, and the brilliant sun went to the west, turning into a blood-like setting sun.

As darkness fell, the entire Lingwu City fell silent, but the atmosphere was particularly solemn, which seemed to indicate that tomorrow would be an uneasy day.

The night slowly receded, and a white fish belly appeared in the east, slowly

The morning light suddenly appeared, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, turning into a sunrise, standing in the east, shining on the earth.

At this moment, the twelve small states and the seven geniuses who came to the door opened their eyes in unison. The former looked at Lin Chen, and the latter looked at the Sword and Martial Saint, both of whom had high hopes.

Boom!

As the Lingwu Cauldron made a loud sound, one of the five elders began to draw lots.

"Battleground No. 1, the Sword Martial Saint of Lingwu Prefecture versus the Heavenly Sword Saint of Shanhai Prefecture."

Before he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar. The cultivators from the twelve small states, such as Shang Yangqing and others, all shouted "Heavenly Sword Holy God" and cheered for him.

Seeing this, the seven geniuses who came to the door were not to be outdone, and shouted "Sword and Martial Saint Son". Their shouts became louder and louder, suppressing the shouts of Shang Yangqing and others.

Hengjian Leisheng and others showed disdain. A group of weaklings who couldn't even advance to the semi-finals dared to compete with them. It was simply humiliating themselves.

"hateful."

Little Fire and the Tree of Light were so filled with hatred that their ears were deafened. They could hardly shout, their faces flushed, their hearts were suppressed and panicked, and they cursed angrily.

"There's nothing to argue about. Just sit here."

Lin Chen smiled indifferently, then stood up, stepped on the sword light, and walked towards the No. 1 battle platform.

"Junior sister, sit still and watch as your brother defeats him."

The Saint of Jianwu was high-spirited, gave his junior sister a confident and warm smile, and then, as if shrinking to an inch, stepped onto the No. 1 battle platform and faced off with Lin Chen.

I saw that he was as rich as jade, handsome in appearance, with skin as white as jade, wearing a gilt jade crown with a sword pattern on his head, and his eyes were shining brightly, revealing his sharpness and energy.

There was a refreshing wind blowing, the cloud-patterned brocade clothes were fluttering, and the dragon and phoenix jade pendants hanging on his waist were accompanied by

The wind made a clear sound and bloomed with flawless jade light, lingering around him, making his whole image more majestic.

Looking at Lin Chen, he let out a hearty laugh and said: "I originally thought that the first opponent to compete with me this time would be Lingxin Buddha, but I didn't expect that it would be you, the Holy God of Heavenly Sword. It's really unexpected. "

He praised Lin Chen and said this, but his words changed: "But in my opinion, your swordsmanship is not worthy of the title of Heavenly Sword."

While saying this, he stepped towards Lin Chen and began to gather momentum, becoming more and more powerful. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was boiling, and the breath of swordsmanship was endless and majestic.

Yin!

When Lin Chen listened, he felt the pressure. There was a high-pitched sword sound that came into his ears, like the sound of thousands of swords, shaking the sky and penetrating his mind.

Feeling this, Lin Chen laughed loudly, and his laughter was like a sword whistle, breaking the sword sound that came: "If you want my title, you can take it, but you must have the strength."

"Haha, I don't look down on your title, because only the title of Jianwu can show my swordsmanship."

The Sword Martial Saint smiled and called out the Lei Yang Jun Sword, and suddenly the cloud pattern brocade robe fluttered, flashing thunder beams and void energy, and stepped towards Lin Chen.

With the blessing of the void energy, his speed changed from slow to fast, and a beautiful silver light flashed under his feet, which combined with the power of thunder, forming a domineering momentum.

At this moment, the void in front of Lin Chen was replaced by the sword light of thunder and the sword light of the void, sweeping over like a raging sea.

He did not hesitate, summoned the Wandering Dragon Sword, and used all his holy power to stimulate the four holy origins of sword, chaos, space and life, and rushed forward.

Boom!

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powerful sword power surged out like a torrent of steel, directly breaking the might of the Sword Saint, and crushing him mightily.