Peerless Sword God

"I am now announcing the rules of the Holy Son Competition. They are different from the past. There are no rules. You can challenge freely and take your own life and death until no one challenges you. Only those who are the first among the young generation of our clan and deserve to be the Demon Son of our clan." said the Holy Spirit of Wood.

"No rules, life and death are at your own risk?"

The geniuses of the demon clan were stunned when they heard this. Some of them turned pale and said, "Is this Demon Son Competition so cruel? How many people will die?"

Many people fell into silence, and they lost their excitement just now.

"Raising Gu."

These two words flashed in Lin Chen's mind.

He had participated in many competitions before, but he had never seen such cruel rules.

The competition among the demon clan is more cold-blooded than that of the human race!

The strong are respected. If the Demon Son Competition is carried out with such rules, the demon son selected must be the undisputed first person.

However, this move also has a benefit, which is to make the demon geniuses with insufficient strength give up the competition, such as those who are hesitant.

But the three people like Brahma Demon Lord, Phoenix Demon Lady and Sword-Slaying Demon Saint were indifferent to this, and even Dragon Shadow Blood Demon did not show any intention of retreating.

The benefits of becoming a demon child are so great that those who are determined to become strong are not afraid of a life-and-death battle.

"Well, let me add one more thing. During the fight, you can admit defeat. After admitting defeat, the winning party shall not continue to attack, otherwise it will be disqualified."

Lin Guang Demon Saint coughed and continued: "In addition, the winner can take a rest if no one challenges him for the time being. On the contrary, if someone challenges him, he can refuse, but he can only refuse three times at most. Remember."

"Huh."

Hearing this, many demon geniuses breathed a sigh of relief and had the idea of ​​fighting again.

"Okay, the battle for demon children officially begins. Those who are determined to become demon children can climb the Holy Demon Mountain and wait for others to challenge them." Mu Lingsheng said.

After this, the whole audience fell into a brief calm.

Lin Chen, who was standing next to Hongluan Demon Lady, had a cold face and was not in a hurry to attack. He observed first.

Suddenly, a cold and gloomy voice came from the side: "I'll do it."

The Resentful Demon Lord flew out horizontally, his gray-black robe rustling, a group of magic clouds floating under his feet, and flew towards the Holy Demon Mountain.

"Third Junior Brother is extraordinary and generous. I wish you a successful start." The Red Light Demon Saint said loudly.

The Dragon Shadow Blood Demon and the Red Luan Witch also encouraged him. Lin Chen's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. This Resentful Demon Lord was aloof, and he didn't expect him to be the first to make a move.

As the saying goes, the first bird to come out will be shot. The situation he will face next is probably very serious.

Sure enough, among the six sword geniuses gathered around the Sword Slashing Demon Saint, one of them flew out with a scroll of magic sword light and said, "Resentful Demon Lord, I want to learn from your high skills."

This demon sword genius, who is also a five-tribulation holy god, summoned a magic sword, urged the origin of the sword, and set off thousands of magic sword lights, and slashed towards the Resentful Demon Lord.

The Resentful Demon Lord said indifferently: "Your swordsmanship is not good enough."

He rolled up his sleeves and spread his hands, and saw a black pot rising up. It was his life-originated magic weapon, the Spiritual Resentful Demon Pot.

The demon pot shook, making a humming sound, and immediately poured out the resentment in the sky, and dense resentful spirits rushed out, howling like ghosts and wolves, biting at it.

The demon sword that was slashing at him was instantly surrounded by the resentful spirits, unable to move forward, and the sword light quickly dimmed and was eaten by the resentful spirits.

The Resentful Demon Lord took advantage of the situation and operated the three holy origins of magic, resentment, and blood. The first two were the second stage of minor success, and the last one was the first stage of major success.

In an instant, his body surface flashed with black, red, and gray divine light, emitting a cold air, and skulls surged behind him and swarmed out.

The demon clan sword genius's eyelids twitched, gritted his teeth and shouted, carrying the three holy origins of magic, sword, and wind, turning his body into a sword and sweeping out.

The sword wind of the devil was raging, sword patterns were flying, and thousands of silver-black swords were condensed, breaking skulls one after another, rushing towards the devil sword, and the man and the sword became one.

Boom!

The spirit resentment magic pot was chopped away, and the devil king looked indifferent, ignored it, and pressed forward, with resentment filling the sky, affecting the opponent's spirit.

His appearance suddenly changed, his back twisted, seven hands grew, his head enlarged, sharp horns grew on his forehead, and his pupils were black and shiny, without any emotion.

"Roar."

With a roar like a beast, it came out of his mouth, and the devil sword on the opposite side suddenly clanged, and the devil genius in the sword looked pale and bleeding from all seven orifices.

The devil king showed a cruel look on his face, grabbed the spirit resentment magic pot with both hands, smashed it towards the devil sword, and with a bang, the devil genius was knocked out.

He spat out blood, and before he could stabilize his body, the Resentful Demon Lord approached him, grabbed his limbs with two hands in front of him, and seven hands behind him, and tore them apart.

Demon blood splattered, limbs flew everywhere, and the genius of the demon clan was left with only a body. He shouted in fear: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

"Get out."

The Resentful Demon Lord heard this, waved his nine arms, and threw him out.

Bang!

The genius of the demon clan fell to the ground, making a loud noise, and the demon blood splattered, dyeing the ground red, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

This Resentful Demon Lord was too cruel, worthy of being the disciple handed over by the Hundred Poison Saint Demon.

But then again, which of the five disciples of the Hundred Poison Saint Demon was a good person?

Many geniuses of the demon clan were terrified, but dared not speak out.

"Good! Third Junior Brother's resentful spirit body is getting more and more powerful. I admire you. It seems that there are not many people of the same level who can compete with you." The Red Light Demon Saint praised loudly.

Dragon Shadow Blood Demon and Luan Hong Witch also sent congratulations.

Lin Chen did not speak, looking at the Resentful Demon Lord, thinking: "The Resentful Spirit Body, this special divine body, is extremely rare. It can affect the spirit of the cultivator without using any magical powers. It is indeed powerful."

"Brother Zhan Jian, this Resentful Demon Lord is too cruel."

Seeing their companions being defeated, the other five sword geniuses were furious and looked at Zhan Jian Demon Saint, hoping that he could take action.

Zhan Jian Demon Saint folded his arms and said coldly: "He is coming for me."

Sure enough, the Resentful Demon Lord standing on the Holy Demon Mountain looked down and said: "Zhan Jian, your swordsmanship is stronger, come up."

"You want to taste the taste of failure, I am happy to fulfill it."

Zhan Jian Demon Saint put down his arms, and the Killing Rune Cloak was automatically blown without wind. With a swish, it dragged a murderous aura and flew out, drawing a sad arc.

The next moment, the Sword-Slaying Demon Saint came to the opposite side of the Resentful Demon Lord, standing in the wind, his cloak fluttering, with demonic energy, killing energy, and sword energy bursting out.

These are the three origins of the holy way of demon, killing, and sword, all of which are in the second stage of the minor success realm, forming a powerful momentum, colliding with the momentum of the Resentful Demon Lord.

Bang bang bang...

The air between the two of them exploded violently, and the Sword-Slaying Demon Saint spread out his right hand, revealing a red and black demonic sword, saying: "It is your life's honor to be defeated by my Demon-Slaying Sword."