Chaotic Sword God

"Boom!" At this moment, a huge roar was heard from the arena, and the energy shield around Wen Cheng's body, under the attack of Jian Chen's counter-controlling rain of holy light, finally It was broken, and the powerful energy fluctuations turned into an invisible shock wave, pushing Wen Cheng's body back again and again.

"You... you..." Wen Cheng's expression was filled with disbelief, he pointed at Jian Chen, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Is there any reason for the Rain of Holy Light unleashed by him to be taken away from him by Changyang, who is no more than Yishi Yuandan, and to be countered by Changyang to attack him?

However, after Jian Chen broke Wen Cheng's shield, he did not hesitate in his actions. He approached Wen Cheng with a dodge, and the sword of holy light in his hand slashed straight at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng's complexion changed slightly. In his opinion, Jian Chen's reaction was too fast, and his attack was too fast. Facing the sword of holy light that was coming head-on, he had no time to use the light magic to resist, and immediately condensed a The Wings of Light flew back.

His combat experience was obviously far inferior to Jian Chen's. Just such a small error made him completely gain the upper hand from the beginning, but ended up being extremely passive.

As for Jian Chen, he took advantage of the victory to chase after She Wencheng, and the sword of holy light in his hand stabbed out mercilessly, reaching Wencheng's chest in the blink of an eye.

Wen Cheng's complexion changed drastically. Although he had some combat experience, he had never experienced such a tense battle. After Jian Chen seized the opportunity and unleashed a storm-like offensive, he immediately became flustered. In desperation, he just rolled around like a lazy donkey, narrowly dodging the sword of holy light.

But even so, the white robe on his body was cut with a long crack by the sword of the holy light. The originally spotless white robe was now covered with dust.

After getting up from the ring, Wen Cheng's face turned ashen, and his lungs were about to explode. The roll just now, for him, lost his dignity, making it difficult for him to hold his head up in the Temple of Light from now on.

"Changyang, I swear, I will definitely make you regret it." Wen Cheng let out a deep roar, and also condensed a sword of holy light, and slashed towards Jian Chen fiercely at the fastest speed he could achieve.

In Wen Cheng's eyes, the speed of this sword of holy light has indeed reached the limit speed that he can display. He is confident that even some ordinary three-color Yuan Dan Guangming masters will not be able to dodge his attack.

However, in Jian Chen's eyes, he was still as slow as a snail, but this time, Jian Chen did not choose to dodge, but deliberately made a posture of being caught off guard, and withstood the blow with his own body.

Moreover, when the sword of holy light was about to hit him, he had already secretly mobilized the power of chaos in the group, turned the power of chaos into a sharp blade, and actively pierced his body of chaos.

This made Wen Cheng's sword of holy light stab right into the wound made by the power of chaos on Jian Chen's body, piercing through Jian Chen's body.

As for Jian Chen, he didn't care about his injuries at all, he enveloped himself with a layer of holy light power, and the sword of holy light in his hand also pierced into Wen Cheng's body.

"Ah!" Where did Wen Cheng suffer from such severe pain, and immediately let out a painful scream, his figure hurriedly retreated, distanced himself from Jian Chen.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Jian Chen's mouth. With a thought, behind Wen Cheng, a Sword of Holy Light appeared out of thin air. Wen Cheng stepped back and directly bumped into the tip of the Sword of Holy Light. Immediately there was another muffled sound of pain.

Jian Chen's gaze was cold. He stepped forward, and the Holy Light Sword in his hand was held high above his head, emitting a dazzling light. Just as he was about to slash down on Wen Cheng, a voice suddenly entered his ears. .

"Changyang, I am Gonggongxin. In this battle, you are only allowed to lose, not to win!"

Gong Zhengxin gave orders to Jian Chen from a condescending height, and his tone was unquestionable.

Of course, he communicated to Jian Chen through sound transmission, so he was not afraid of being heard by some insignificant people.

After the sound transmission, Gong Gongxin stood there with his arms folded and his face full of confidence, as if he had already expected that Changyang would not dare to disobey his orders.

After all, he is a nine-star genius in the Temple of Light. Such an identity indeed has a strong deterrent effect on many ordinary disciples.

"Changyang, I'm Xin Bing. It's already an extraordinary achievement for you to force a three-color Yuandan bright master into such a mess. This battle should end in a draw." Another nine-star genius Xin Bing also sent a voice transmission to Jian Chen, but his tone was not as tough as Gong Gongxin.

Listening to the voice transmission between Gong Gongxin and Xin Bing, Jian Chen sneered in his heart. His current perception is beyond imagination. How do not know.

If it were someone else, they would naturally not dare to offend the nine-star genius who was about to become the new Holy Son, but they met Jian Chen.

"Shua!" Jian Chen ignored Gong Gongxin and Xin Bing, and in a flash of white light, the sword of holy light in his hand brought a bright light and cut off without hesitation, chopping off one of Wen Cheng's arms. down.

Wen Cheng suddenly let out a scream like a pig being killed. The pain made his whole body convulse uncontrollably, and he almost passed out.

Seeing this scene, the Saint Masters of Light who watched the battle around the ring were in an uproar, and many of them were stunned by Jian Chen's bloody means.

After all, these holy masters of light are not like those warriors. All of them have experienced many battles, and some of them have come out of the mountains of corpses and blood. They have long been used to bloody scenes.

On the other side, Gong Gongxin, who was standing with the master of Wangtian Peak, also became a little ugly. He had a gloomy face, and stared at Jian Chen with a cold light in his eyes, secretly annoyed in his heart: "This Changyang really doesn't know what is good or bad, a mere Yuandan disciple dares to disobey my order, hmph."

Xin Bing also frowned slightly, looking at Jian Chen with displeasure.

"This Changyang really suits me more and more." The white-haired Wangtian Peak master said with a smile, looking at Jian Chen with an undisguised admiration.

"Changyang, stop now, you have to lose this battle." Gong Gongxin transmitted to Jian Chen again, this time, his tone became sharper.

However, Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to his voice transmission. He stepped in front of Wen Cheng, grabbed the collar on Wen Cheng's chest with one hand, and stared coldly at Wen Cheng, whose face had turned as pale as paper due to the severe pain. Binghan said: "Wencheng, I don't have much enmity with you, but you should never, never have any unreasonable thoughts about my little junior sister. This is what you got because of your blasphemous heart towards my little junior sister." End." As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Chen raised his palm and slapped Wen Cheng on the face.

PS: Chapter Two.