Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4618 Semifinals

"Holy Son Qiantian wins!"

"Saint Son of Ten Thousand Swords wins!"

"The Holy Maiden of Fantasy wins!"

…

In the blink of an eye, it was the fourth day of the sword discussion, and one competition after another was presented from the sword platform, causing everyone to discuss one after another.

"Sir of the Heavenly Sword, you are right. The magic of the Holy Maiden of Huan Zhen is as illusionary as it is real, and the real illusion cannot change. I can only distinguish it by concentrating my mental power."

After watching Saint Huanzhen's competition, Holy Son Yunfeng said to Lin Chen sincerely: "But I know that she still retains her strength."

Lin Chen nodded and said calmly: "With a high degree of mental concentration, nothing happens in a short period of time, but over a long period of time, the whole person will be easily nervous and the strength will be scattered. If you fight with her, you will be weaker from the beginning."

"Sir, Heavenly Sword, your words hit the nail on the head. Fighting against her is a great test of mental strength." Holy Son Yunfeng said with deep approval.

"Hey, Holy Son Yunfeng, it's your turn." Lin Chen said with a smile when he heard the voice of the Twelve Elders.

"That man defeated me in the last Purple Mountain Sword Competition. It's my turn to defeat him this time."

Holy Son Yunfeng waved his sleeves and stood up, taking a step forward. A white cloud appeared under his feet, and with a swish, he was sent to the sword platform.

After having a conversation with his opponent, he handed over his hand, but he saw the wind and clouds surging, like dragons and clouds, like tigers, the wind and clouds changed rapidly, and he evolved the Fengyun Divine Way to perfection.

Everyone was surprised. Many people thought that Holy Son Yunfeng would lose to the opponent who had defeated him before. Unexpectedly, as soon as they fought, he quickly gained the upper hand. The attack was changeable, and like a dragon and a tiger meeting, the attack was extremely strong.

His opponent had defeated him before, and he was very arrogant and confident that he could turn the situation around. He did not expect to fail repeatedly and tried his best to change the situation of the battle.

boom!

Holy Son Yunfeng rose into the sky, the wind on the left turned into a dragon, and the cloud on the right turned into a tiger. In one fell swoop, he knocked his opponent down to the sword platform, unable to get up.

"Holy Son Yunfeng wins!"

The twelve elders announced the results of the competition.

"Isn't it? Holy Son Yunfeng actually defeated the other party? Tsk tsk, he has made great progress over the years. He feels like he can compare with Holy Son Mingye and Holy Lady Huanzhen."

"The two Saints Mingye are also different from what they used to be. They can defeat their opponents without even making a move. Now looking at Saint Yunfeng, they are a little bit interesting."

"It can be seen that Yunfeng Shengzi also has room for improvement. After hearing what everyone said, I am starting to look forward to his performance in the semi-finals."

Holy Son Yunfeng defeated the powerful enemy in the past, causing quite a stir. Some Holy Sons who had not paid attention to him also began to pay attention to him.

Uh-huh!

Holy Son Yunfeng waved his sleeves, stepped on the cloud and left the sword platform, sat down next to Lin Chen, and said, "His progress is much smaller than I expected."

"After entering the realm of the original God Emperor, if you want to significantly improve your strength, you can only reach the realm of the Supreme God Emperor, but the success rate is too low."

Lin Chen nodded and said calmly: "So the original God Emperor usually finds ways to improve the power of spirit, soul, will, heart and belief, but it is by no means a simple matter to improve the power of these aspects."

"Sir of Heavenly Sword, why do I feel that you understand the realm of the original God Emperor better than I do?"

Surprise flashed in the eyes of Holy Son Yunfeng, and he immediately said jokingly: "Could it be that you have hidden your realm? In fact, you are not the God Emperor of Nothingness, but the Original God Emperor, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Chen spread his hands and said helplessly: "I also want to be the original God Emperor, but unfortunately not."

Holy Son Yunfeng was amused by him and couldn't help but smile. He then pretended to be happy and said: "Fortunately you are not the original God Emperor, otherwise I would not dare to compete with you."

Lin Chen smiled hoarsely, chatting with him while watching the competition.

"The Holy Son of Destruction wins!"

"Holy Son Xuhuai wins!"

"The Holy Son of Star Punishment wins!"

…

Regardless of whether the top ten saints from the last Purple Mountain Sword Forum or the three Supreme God Emperors who did not make the top ten appeared, they were able to gain an overwhelming advantage.

Soon, the sword discussion reached the sixth day. After the Holy Maiden of Huanzhen won the third competition, the preliminary round came to an end.

Uh-huh!

The Twelve Elders came up, glanced at everyone, and said: "I am announcing to you that in this preliminary round of Purple Mountain Swordsmanship, a total of twenty-eight people have advanced to the semi-finals."

After saying this, he raised his right hand and grabbed it into the bronze cauldron. One hundred and five Holy Son Tokens soon flew out and returned to their respective owners.

All the Holy Sons who received the Holy Son Token were disappointed and unhappy. They were eliminated and were not qualified to participate in the semi-finals.

The Twelve Elders did not comfort them, but continued: "We will rest for seven days, and after seven days, the semi-finals will begin."

Holy Son Xuhuai, Holy Son Qiantian and others nodded and immediately meditated and rested.

"Every Purple Mountain Sword Competition will be like this. Let's take a rest. The semi-finals are not comparable to the preliminary rounds. No matter who the opponent is, it is not easy to win." Holy Son Yunfeng said to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen nodded, and immediately sat down cross-legged, condensing a spiritual force, sensing the power of space contained in the sword platform, and using it to understand the divine way of space.

Soon, it became quiet inside Zishan.

At this time, the Great Elder and others were very comfortable, making tea and chatting, talking about the twenty-eight Holy Sons who were promoted. Who can shine in the semi-finals?

Outside Zishan, it was still very lively and crowded. It was the semi-finals seven days later, and there were people discussing who could get the first place.

There was the first Holy Son Xuhuai, the second Holy Son Qiantian, and the third Holy Son Killer in the previous term, but there was no Lin Chen, no Holy Son Yunfeng...

Not to mention the first place, even when they discussed the top ten saints this year, Lin Chen didn't have a share.

Liangyi Sword Emperor and the others heard this and thought in their hearts, they all tacitly agreed not to argue.

Although they admire Lin Chen very much, they feel that it is already amazing that he can reach the semi-finals.

Because among the twenty-eight Saints who entered the semi-finals, only Lin Chen was the God Emperor of Nothingness.

As for making the top ten?

The Liangyi Sword Emperor and the others have not yet blindly worshiped Lin Chen. After rational analysis, they felt that Lin Chen had no hope. That would be too difficult.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

Everyone stopped their discussion and looked at Zishan.

The saints in Zishan opened their eyes in unison, including Lin Chen and Yunfeng, and then saw the second elder walking out.

The second elder was the referee. His brows showed majesty. He glanced at everyone with his eyes like lightning and said: "I have already said the rules of the semi-finals before the preliminary round. Now I will say it again. Just like the preliminary round, the twelve The elders then drew lots and competed one-on-one. The winner entered the finals and the loser was eliminated. "

After saying this, he looked away, nodded to the Twelve Elders, then returned to the pavilion and sat down opposite the Great Elder.

Uh-huh!

The Twelve Elders walked out in the air, came to the bronze cauldron, took out two Holy Son tokens, and said: "Holy Son of Mingye, Holy Son of Winter."

"ah!"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention the disciples outside Zishan, even the saints inside Zishan were stunned for a moment, showing expressions of astonishment.

Holy Son Yunfeng also had a look of astonishment, and immediately said to Lin Chen: "Holy Son Donglin is one of the three Supreme God Emperors who did not enter the top ten last time. His combat power is the highest among the nine Supreme God Emperor Sons. The weakest, but to Ming Ye Shengzi, he is almost an invincible opponent."