Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 239 Victory

"What kind of weapon is this?"

Shen Youlin took one look at the exquisite Xuanyuan Sword and felt slightly uneasy, then regained his confidence.

The Qilin Sword is the number one emperor sword in the Eastern Continent!

He still didn't believe that the small Great Qin Shenting could produce an imperial weapon even more powerful than the Qilin Sword!

"Qiang..."

Under the gaze of countless people, the two war swords collided together, sparks flying, and there was a stalemate.

Shen Youlin's face stiffened!

He looked at the place where the two war swords collided, his pupils shrank sharply, and he saw a slight cut on the dark red Qilin sword blade, while the Xuanyuan sword, on the other hand, was still intact.

boom!

A few breaths later, accompanied by a harsh sound, the two of them flew out. Qin Wudao retreated more than thirty feet, while Shen Youlin, who was regarded by countless people as the young god of war, retreated more than sixty feet!

Fully twice as powerful as Qin Wudao!

The difference is also reflected!

"I'll go! This King of Qin is too fierce. He actually beat Shen Youlin on top of him. That's so awesome! Brother, can you pinch me and see if it's true?"

A young man shouted excitedly and said to his companions beside him.

His companions were also curious about whether it was true. They put their hands on the boy and rotated 360 degrees left and right.

"ah……"

The silly pig's voice echoed through the sky.

Everyone was sure that the scene before them was true. Shen Youlin, who was born in the Holy Land, had the best cultivation resources, and had the teachings of the Great Emperor, was repelled by a mud-legged king.

"Damn you bastard, our Holy Son will definitely win the final victory!"

"That's right, the outcome is still open, our Holy Son will definitely win and defeat the bullshit King of Qin!"

The disciples of the Holy Land also began to panic and reprimanded angrily, saying that Qin Wudao was useless. How could the Holy Son, whom they admired the most and regarded as the guiding light in life, lose?

Will not lose!

You will never lose!

At the same time, Shen Youlin in the ring was in the same mood as many Holy Land disciples. He was extremely angry. He was actually repelled. Although he was not defeated yet, in his opinion, this was definitely a huge shame!

Shame must be washed away with blood!

"Seal, release!"

Shen Youlin raised his head, his eyes were blazing red, and inside there was a unicorn galloping across the abyss, over the mountains, chasing the stars in the sky, and finally disappeared into the depths of the universe.

The aura in his body began to become stronger, like a sleeping tiger about to wake up!

Entering the middle stage of the Saint Realm!

The peak of the middle stage of the Saint Realm!

Finally, successfully broke through to the late stage of the Saint Realm!

"Haha, I knew the Holy Son still had a trump card, we will definitely win!"

The disciples of Qilin Holy Land began to get excited, changing from their previous panic.

"Still lost!"

The other geniuses of the sect stopped talking or laughed because they were not qualified. They just looked at Qin Wudao silently, with a hint of disappointment and expectation mixed in.

For thousands of years, the previous champions of the ‘Eastern Territory Ceremony’ have all been disciples of the Kirin Holy Land!

This makes them hope that someone will appear and break the myth created by the Kirin Holy Land.

"Later stage of Saint Realm?"

Qin Wudao's heart sank slightly. He was worthy of being the Holy Son of the Holy Land. His cultivation was so powerful that he had broken through to the late stage of the Holy Realm at the age of less than twenty, far surpassing other geniuses.

However, he was not frightened, but was full of fighting spirit!

Fight, fight, fight!

The path of a warrior is always full of challenges, and the Shen Youlin in front of him is a roadblock on his way forward.

"Immortal magic, Qilin Immortal Sword!"

Shen Youlin roared loudly, and a huge unicorn shadow came from the ancient time and space, with the invincible intention of suppressing the era, killing immortals and demons, and blessed the unicorn sword.

A sword energy of tens of feet hangs in the sky, carrying the power of splitting the world, causing immortals and demons to sink!

This sword has exceeded the ultimate strength of the Saint Realm, and even a strong Saint can't compete with it.

"Five-word motto, town!"

Faced with such a powerful attack, Qin Wudao did not dare to be careless and immediately used the magic technique that the system had previously rewarded. Five big golden characters flew out of his mouth, revealing a magical power.

Immediately, the power of Shen Youlin's sword energy continued to weaken. When he got close to Qin Wudao, there was not much lethality left.

"broken!"

Qin Wudao clicked his left hand and shot out a burst of energy, shattering the sword energy.

"Supernatural power, the power of all beasts!"

Shen Youlin's face was gloomy, and he used the second magical power of the Divine Beast Body. In the rich spiritual energy, the phantoms of thousands of divine beasts appeared, either galloping, lying prone, or fighting...

"The power of the tiger, blessing!"

"The power of the lion, blessing!"

"The power of the wild python, blessing..."

Surrounded by the phantoms of thousands of beasts, Shen Youlin was like an ancient beast god. Every time he spoke, a phantom flew into his body, enhancing his strength.

The violent spiritual energy, like rolling waves, slapped away from the arena and hit the spiritual energy cover.

Even Fire Qilin and Qinglong, who were fighting on one side, were greatly affected and temporarily stopped fighting.

"Chaos divine body, blessed by divine power!"

Qin Wudao also activated the Chaos Divine Body. After copying the skills of the Beast Divine Body, he derived the magical power of divine power.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were dim, and a hazy figure appeared outside Ziming. The breath of the supreme avenue was surging, surging like a tide, trampling the original continent under its feet.

An indescribable terrifying power blessed Qin Wudao. Every cell and every inch of muscle was cheering for joy, possessing the power to move mountains and reclaim seas.

strength!

A steady stream of power.

They gathered on Qin Wudao's fists and struck forward.

Shen Youlin's attack also broke out, and at that time there was a fist energy condensed by the power of all beasts.

boom!

A thunderous sound reverberated for hundreds of miles around. Qin Wudao and Shen Youlin's attacks hit everything violently, like two meteorites colliding. The aftermath instantly destroyed the arena and caused rubble to fly.

The overwhelming aftermath filled the entire arena!

It’s a good thing that the arena is protected by a spiritual energy shield. Otherwise, if the energy spreads, most of the Qilin Plaza will be destroyed!

The void is shattered, reorganized, and then shattered...

In the arena, everything became colorful, and the scene inside was unclear.

"Who can win?"

Countless people are waiting eagerly, and they all know that after the aftermath spreads, they will be able to determine who is the 'Young King' of the East!

Is it Qin Wudao?

Or Shen Youlin?

"snort!"

However, no one noticed that Emperor Qilin, who was on the throne, disappeared with a gloomy face, as if he already knew the outcome of the battlefield.

After a few minutes, the aftermath slowly dissipated!

Two bloody men were revealed, with scars all over their bodies and their faces could no longer be seen clearly!

The only difference is that one is standing and the other is lying down!

"I am your honor!"

Qin Wudao, who was standing, said slowly.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng..."

After a brief silence, the Great Qin camp cheered, their Majesty had won!

(End of chapter)