Peerless Sword God

However, as soon as he rushed out, he was hit by Lin Chen's sword. The Lei Yangjun sword in his hand flew out with a clang. At the same time, his hands were shattered, his arms were broken, and bone stubble appeared. It was white and terrifying.

But the Sword Martial Saint didn't even hum, as if he couldn't feel the pain. He gritted his teeth, supported the Chunyang sword body, and stumbled towards Lin Chen.

From his eyes and expressions, Lin Chen could see that the will and belief of Kendo were so tenacious and tenacious, as if mountains and rivers would last forever.

"The spirit is commendable and admirable."

Lin Chen praised him without hesitation, and swung the Wandering Dragon Sword again to kill him, only to see the Sword Martial Saint transforming his body into a sword to resist.

With a "boom", the Sword Martial Saint was defeated, and the sword technique he transformed into his body collapsed. He spurted out blood and energy, flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the corner of the battle platform.

At this moment, the entire Lingwu Dojo was silent. The seven geniuses who had cheered for him before seemed to have been pinched by the neck and lost their voices.

Even Tianshazi and the others stared at this scene in disbelief, and stammered: "Jianwu was defeated, but he has a Pure Yang Sword Body."

The beauty of the Heavenly Lotus Saint changed color, she called out to her senior brother, and flew towards the No. 1 battle platform. She looked anxious, like a sincere woman who was worried about her lover.

Above the pavilion, the five elders around the Lingwu Cauldron looked at each other, and then turned to look at the eight Immovable Buddhas sitting behind them.

what to do? The Sword Martial Saint was defeated, and that boy became the first person.

The leaders of the Heavenly Killing Cult looked at each other, sighed secretly in their hearts, and said with regretful expressions: "What a pity."

"Amitabha, the swordsman of this Heavenly Sword is so mysterious that he can fight against

The life force of the hand can be used for one's own use, and it can also be used to seal the life force. It is not his fault that the benefactor of sword martial arts regrets losing. "The Vajra Immovable Buddha said with his hands clasped together and his eyes full of kindness.

"What the Holy Buddha said is absolutely true."

The Tiansha Cult Leader and several others nodded in agreement, causing the silent and gloomy Sword Master Yuan Tian to calm down a little, shook his head and sighed: "When Jianwu encounters this child, it will be his fate."

The disappointment in his heart is even more difficult to describe with words.

Looking back at the beginning, he worked hard to cultivate the Sword Martial Saint. In order to help him awaken the Pure Yang Sword Body, he even exhausted his energy and delayed his own cultivation.

He originally thought that through this battle, Saint Son of Swordsman could establish an invincible reputation among his generation and lay the foundation for unifying the seven great sects in the future. Unexpectedly, he failed in the end and all his efforts were in vain.

Thinking of this, Sword Master Yuan Tian felt bitter in his heart, and looked at Lin Chen with overwhelming hatred. It was all because of this son, he should be killed, he should be killed...

"The matter has come to this, Donor Yuan Tian, ​​there is no need to be sentimental. Although Donor Jianwu is defeated, he is still glorious. As long as he regains his confidence, his future will be limitless." Vajra Immovable Saint Buddha consoled him.

The six leaders of the Heavenly Slaughter Cult nodded in agreement. They all looked optimistic about the future of Saint Jianwu, but in fact, they had different thoughts.

Their Holy Land and Chief Disciple both lost to Lin Chen. If the Sword Martial Saint wins, then how many of their great disciples will be ranked lower than the Yuan Tian Sword Sect?

The seven elements come together and share the same spirit. They used to enjoy the blessings together, but now they should face the difficulties together.

The defeat of Saint Jianwu may not necessarily be a bad thing for them, at least they can share the same hatred with that boy.

The only thing that needs to be vigilant next is to prevent Yuan Tian Sword Master from recruiting that boy into

The door, by the way, and the old monk who pretends to be compassionate, the Holy Buddha, also have to be on guard.

The six leaders of the Heavenly Killing Cult looked at each other, and they had the heart to "help each other in the same boat".

At the same time, the geniuses from the twelve small states, including Shang Yangqing and others, all shouted and cheered for Lin Chen: "Heavenly Sword Holy God" "Heavenly Sword Holy God" "Heavenly Sword Holy God". "

Xiao Huo jumped up with joy, clapped her hands and said, "Oh, daddy wins, daddy wins."

On the other hand, the seven geniuses who came to visit were all silent and looked ugly.

No, there was one person who was happy for Lin Chen from the bottom of her heart, that was Taitan Shui. In order not to let the Five Elements Saint Son see it, she had to pretend to be indignant.

The Five Elements Saint Son and others had recovered from the shock, and they all looked at Lin Chen with complicated expressions.

They are both geniuses, but why is there such a huge gap? With just one calamity of the Holy Spirit realm, they were all defeated.

It can be said that Lin Chen has become a psychological shadow for them. No matter in the future or in the future, whenever they see Lin Chen, they will think of their defeat to Lin Chen.

Among them, the one who was most affected by this was undoubtedly Saint Son of Jianwu. He had been taken into the arms of Saint Tianlian, and he thoughtfully fed him divine pills in the hope that he could cheer up.

But Saint Son Jianwu didn't respond at all, his expression was dull, his pale face was full of bitterness, his gray eyes were full of confusion, and he muttered to himself in a miserable voice: "I lost, I lost, hahaha..."

The sad laughter echoed throughout the battlefield, which made Saint Tianlian feel heartbroken. She held his head in doubt and comforted him: "Elder brother, failure is not terrible. What is terrible is losing faith and fighting spirit. You have to cheer up, junior sister, I believe you will

OK. "

"No, no, it's hopeless, it's hopeless."

The Saint of Jianwu smiled sadly, and suddenly felt a warmth coming from his face, which was wet and flowed to his chapped lips.

The taste was both sweet and dry, and Jianwu Shengzi was stunned. He looked up with difficulty and saw two lines of tears hanging on his junior sister's pure cheeks.

"Master, junior sister, you, don't cry, don't cry."

Jianwu Shengzi panicked and felt inexplicable heartache. He had never seen his junior sister cry before. This was the first time. He wanted to raise his hand to stop the tears in his junior sister's eyes, but he had no strength. His palm stopped on her jade neck. In front of me, I couldn't pick it up no matter what, and it was about to fall down.

Suddenly, his fallen palm was firmly grasped by a jade hand. It was so gentle and warm, soothing his aching heart.

His whole body gradually calmed down, a smile appeared on his pale face, and his voice was hoarse but filled with warm thoughts of love: "Junior sister, don't worry, it's okay for my brother, it's okay, I'll cheer up for my brother."

"Really?" Saint Tianlian cried with joy.

"Really, brother, I promise you."

The Lord Jianwu was more serious than ever before, not for the sake of avenging his past shame, but for the sake of the woman in front of him.

"Yes." Saintess Tianlian burst into tears and smiled, wiping away the tears on her cheeks and the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Saint Jianwu nodded heavily in response and said, "Junior sister, help me up."

Saint Tianlian gently helped him to stand up. Saint Son of Jianwu steadied his shaky steps and looked at Lin Chen who was not far away. He said, "Holy God of Heavenly Sword, I am not willing to lose to you in this battle, but as you said, , the fact is, I can’t change it anymore, but I will in the future

Redouble your efforts and we will decide the outcome with you. "

"You are a good opponent. If you want to fight in the future, I will always accompany you."

Lin Chen smiled when he heard this, then turned around and walked out of the arena. He saw Cheap Daughter and others coming to greet him, cheering and congratulating him: "First, first, first..."