God Emperor

On the stage of life and death, Feng Zhilin was only briefly absent-minded and reacted immediately.

Since you lose your sword, choose a gun.

He lifted up a nine-foot-long iron gun on the fourth floor of the weapons rack, and sure enough he took action, sweeping the gun across the weapon and slashing diagonally towards Zhang Ruochen with a whistling sound.

Zhang Ruochen took a step back and dodged the iron spear. His body was as light as a leaf and flew more than ten feet away.

"Chasing the Wind Step!"

Feng Zhilin transported his true energy to his legs, and performed a high-level human-level pace. His legs seemed to be wrapped in a whirlwind, and he chased after him.

After chasing Zhang Ruochen five meters away, he stabbed out again.

The true energy surges out from the palm of the hand, passes through the gun barrel, and reaches the tip of the gun.

A ball of flame burst out from the tip of the iron gun, causing the iron gun to burn like a dexterous fire snake flying in the air.

"The true energy actually has the attribute of flames!" Zhang Ruochen looked at the spear that was stabbing him and nodded gently.

With the strength Feng Zhilin has shown now, he can at least compete with four ordinary Xuanji realm great warriors at the same time.

Zhang Ruochen took a step sideways, his body like a phantom, and once again dodged Feng Zhilin's full-strength shot.

Feng Zhilin was quite angry and said: "Don't hide if you can, fight me openly."

"If you can't even touch the corner of my clothes, what qualifications do you have to fight with me?"

Zhang Ruochen held the iron sword in his hand and said calmly: "Use all your abilities and let me see if you are qualified to let me use the sword."

"hateful!"

Feng Zhilin let out a long roar, and streams of red blood surged out of his body. The blood energy surged towards the ground, forming a circular blood formation with a diameter of five meters on the ground.

The blood energy was like threads, gathering into lines in the formation, emitting a faint blood light, wrapping Feng Zhilin in the center.

Blood Qi Transformation Formation.

This can only be achieved if one's cultivation reaches the extreme level of Xuanji Realm.

Moreover, the blood array formed by Feng Zhilin seemed not to be a low-level blood array, but a medium-level blood array.

The higher the level of the blood formation, the greater the increase in power it has over the warrior.

"Red Flame Divine Yi Spear!"

Feng Zhilin swung the spear horizontally, swinging his arm, and the flames covering the surface of the spear became even hotter.

This is a low-level spiritual level marksmanship martial skill, with a total of eight moves, and Feng Zhilin has completely mastered it.

"Wow!"

The spear thrust out, forming a cloud of fire, and in an instant, it stabbed in front of Zhang Ruochen.

Under the amplification of the blood formation, Feng Zhilin's burst speed was comparable to Zhang Ruochen's.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes became serious, he clenched the iron sword tightly with his five fingers, and slashed out with the sword, hitting the tip of the spear, knocking the spear away, and blocking all Feng Zhilin's next moves.

Then, he quickly stepped forward and stabbed Feng Zhilin's right armpit with his sword.

Feng Zhilin's expression changed, and he immediately turned his spear around and struck Zhang Ruochen in the back with the tail of the spear.

As soon as Zhang Ruochen rushed in front of Feng Zhilin, he felt like he had jumped into a quagmire, and his speed slowed down significantly. Looking down, he realized that he had stepped into the blood array, and his speed was suppressed by the power of the blood array.

At this moment, the sound of wind came to Zhang Ruochen's ears, and the tail of the spear was hanging above his head, and it could fall down in an instant. If he is hit by a long gun, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

"Tianxin Sword Bell!"

The true energy in Zhang Ruochen's body completely exploded, forming the shadow of a big bell, guarding his body in the center of the bell.

The tail of the spear struck the phantom of the sword bell, forming a powerful counter force.

"boom!"

The two of them stepped back at the same time, once again opening a distance of ten meters.

Feng Zhilin stood with his spear horizontally, sneered and said: "I can condense a medium blood formation. The power of the blood formation can enhance my strength, and at the same time suppress yours. Zhang Ruochen, you are dead!"

The blood array is quite similar to the space field, but it is far inferior to the space field.

The reason why warriors at the great extreme level of the Xuanji realm are much more powerful than those at the middle extreme level is because warriors at the great extreme level can condense the bleeding formation.

Suppressed by the power of the Blood Formation, few warriors at the intermediate level can defeat warriors at the great level.

"It's amazing that Feng Zhilin can actually condense a medium-level blood formation. If we can give him a lot of training resources, maybe we can add another Xuanbang warrior to the West Campus." Elder Situ gently twirled his beard and showed a knowing smile.

Elder Xie snorted coldly and said no more.

"It's over! What Feng Zhilin condensed turned out to be a medium blood formation. The power of the blood formation exploded. He was enough to compete with six or seven warriors of the same realm! His Highness the Ninth Prince is in trouble!" Liu Chengfeng sighed.

"Is the medium blood formation strong?" asked a freshman.

Liu Chengfeng said: "Among the ten warriors in the Xuanji realm, only one can condense a medium blood formation. Do you think it is strong or not? If Feng Zhilin has opened up enough meridians in his body, how can he practice the technique? His martial arts skills are advanced enough, and after he reaches the Great Perfection of the Xuanji Realm, he even has a 10% chance of becoming a Xuanbang warrior."

No one dares to say that they will definitely be able to become a Xuanbang warrior, it just depends on the probability.

The 10% chance, although very low, is pretty good. At least he had a chance to attack, while other warriors didn't even have a chance.

Everyone was worried about Zhang Ruochen and did not want Zhang Ruochen to lose. Once he loses, Feng Zhilin will definitely not let him live.

"Medium blood formation, not bad!" Zhang Ruochen nodded lightly.

If Zhang Ruochen used his space domain, he could naturally suppress Feng Zhilin and defeat him easily.

However, Zhang Ruochen did not want to use the power of the space field.

Feng Zhilin saw that Zhang Ruochen had no fear on his face, snorted coldly, and attacked again. This time, he must pierce Zhang Ruochen's heart.

"Chichi!"

As Feng Zhilin's spear thrust out, the air burned, making a "cracking" sound.

Zhang Ruochen did not dodge. Just when the spear pierced him within three meters, the flames on the spear made his face turn red.

"Tianxin full moon!"

The fourth move of Tianxin Sword Technique!

Zhang Ruochen waved his arm, and the long sword drew a circle in the void, leaving behind thirty-six white sword shadows. Thirty-six white sword shadows formed a circle, like a white bright moon held in his hand.

"Wow!"

Thirty-six sword shadows flew out at the same time.

Feng Zhilin quickly changed his attack to defense, waving his spear continuously to shatter the sword energy.

But there were still seven sword qi flying in front of him, four of which hit him, and the other three sword qi grazed the surface of his skin, leaving only three shallow blood marks.

"Bang bang!"

Feng Zhilin's clothes were punched with four holes by the sword energy, and pieces of metal scales were exposed underneath the holes. It turned out that he was wearing armor underneath his clothes, which blocked the four sword energies just now.

However, the power of the four sword energy just now was very powerful. Although it was blocked by the armor, it still shocked Feng Zhilin's blood and suffered some minor injuries.

"What a powerful sword. If Feng Zhilin hadn't been wearing armor, he would have been seriously injured even if he hadn't died just now."

"Zhang Ruochen is so young, how can he be so good at swordsmanship?"

…

Elder Xie's eyes narrowed, and suddenly, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he said: "Sword follows your heart and reaches a high level!"

After hearing Elder Xie's words, several other elders suddenly realized that yes, the sword technique Zhang Ruochen had just displayed had indeed reached the advanced level of swordsmanship.

So shocking!

You know, this group of elders are all in the advanced realm of Jian Suixin, and none of them have reached the peak of Jian Suixin.

Duanmu Xingling was also quite surprised and found it unbelievable. He said: "His attainments in swordsmanship are so terrifying. Once he breaks through to the Xuanji Realm and reaches the Great Perfection, he will definitely become a Xuanbang warrior, and he will be ranked among the best in the Xuanbang." The ranking must not be low.”

She originally only knew that Zhang Ruochen was highly accomplished in palm skills, but she did not expect that Zhang Ruochen was even more accomplished in swordsmanship.

"With such a high level of swordsmanship, it seems that Zhang Ruochen is sure to win!" Duanmu Xingling had a faint smile on his face and glanced at Huang Yanchen gently, saying: "Sister Chen, a genius like Zhang Ruochen , you shouldn’t be willing to kill, right?”

Huang Yanchen was also slightly moved. At Zhang Ruochen's age, he could practice swordsmanship to a high level. His talent was indeed astonishing.

"No matter how talented you are, what does it matter? His character is too poor." Huang Yanchen glanced at Duanmu Xingling and said, "You don't want me to accept him, do you?"

Duanmu Xingling smiled and said: "After all, that has happened to you. If you don't accept him, what else can you do?"

"Hmph! Even if I spare his life, I still won't accept him." Huang Yanchen said.

"Sister Chen, this is what you said. If in the future, I accidentally fall in love with him and snatch him away, don't blame me!" Duanmu Xingling's big eyes slightly curved. Like two crescent moons.

Huang Yanchen stared at Duanmu Xingling carefully, wondering about the meaning of Duanmu Xingling's words just now, and said, "You don't really have a crush on him, do you?"

Duanmu Xingling straightened his towering peaks, stared at Zhang Ruochen who was standing on the life and death stage, and said with a smile: "He is young, handsome, talented, and a prince. I simply find it in him." There’s no fault. It’s entirely possible that I fell in love with him accidentally!”

Huang Yanchen was a little unhappy and said, "Are you two years older than him?"

"We can't be sisters anymore!" Duanmu Xingling glared at Huang Yanchen angrily and said, "It seems that you are still reluctant to give up to me."

Huang Yanchen also stared at Zhang Ruochen. There was no emotion on his beautiful face, and he said meaningfully: "Xingling, do you think it is possible for him to become a saint?"

"Saint?"

Duanmu Xingling's eyes also became serious, nodded, and said: "The saint has transcended the category of warriors and entered another state of life. In the entire thirty-six counties of Tianmo Ridge, not even a single saint No. Although his talent is very high, it is almost impossible to become a saint."

After a pause, Duanmu Xingling continued: "However, I think that if he can maintain his current cultivation state and continue to the Tianji realm, he still has a chance to become a semi-saint."

"Half Saint! Is it possible for him?" Huang Yanchen had a complicated look in his beautiful eyes, and he always felt that he couldn't see through Zhang Ruochen.

Although this young man's current cultivation level is not as good as hers, the potential he has shown is shocking.