Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4619 Dark Horse

The three Supreme God Emperor Sons who did not enter the top ten, in addition to Dong Lin, are the eleventh-ranked Blood General Son and the thirteenth-ranked Seven Nights Son.

Lin Chen had learned this from Yun Feng before. He knew that Ming Ye had lost to Dong Lin in the previous Purple Mountain Sword Contest.

Dong Lin ranked fourteenth, while Ming Ye was only nineteenth. The gap was not ordinary.

This was why everyone was stunned. They felt that Ming Ye was too miserable. How could he have any chance of winning against such an opponent?

Even though the strength he showed in the preliminary round was applauded, everyone thought he would lose to Dong Lin again.

Dong Lin had already stepped onto the sword stage. He was dressed in white clothes that were whiter than snow, and his hair was also white. His breath was very cold, his temperament was even colder, and his eyes were a little softer, but it was still difficult to hide his cold characteristics.

In fact, the Son of the Dark Night is also very cold, but his coldness is different from the coldness of the Son of the Winter. It is as cold as the night and darkness.

Loneliness, loneliness, and solitude are appropriate to describe him. When he stood on the sword platform, he felt this coldness even more.

The black cloak rustled, and the dark air surged from his body and gathered above his head, which looked cloudy and terrifying.

He flicked his sleeves, took out a pitch-black magic weapon, and pointed at the Son of the Winter: "Go ahead." These three short words revealed boundless coldness.

The Son of the Winter summoned a snow sword and said seriously: "This time, you made me feel dangerous, so I won't hold back."

His voice was also cold, but not the coldness of the night, but the coldness of winter, as if telling the world that midwinter is coming.

Snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky, becoming more and more dense, and soon turned into heavy snow, covering the sword platform with a thick layer of snow.

The air inside the sword platform was frozen and turned into ice particles. With a swing of the sword by the Holy Son of Donglin, it was shot at the Holy Son of Mingye like a rain of arrows, just like a bow that was like thunder and a string that was shocked.

The seventh level of sword art, the seventh level of snow god art, and the sixth level of wind god art burst out from his body one after another, injected into the snow sword, and hit the Holy Son of Mingye.

At this time, ice particles also fell from the sky above the Holy Son of Mingye, and heavy snow was floating. His hair and clothes showed signs of being frozen.

But as a majestic blood and energy emanated from his body, like a raging fire, the ice particles and snowflakes turned into water vapor.

The sky, which was originally dyed pure white by snowflakes, was instantly covered by darkness under his sword. The place where he was located was as silent as a snowy night.

The next moment, the three god arts of sword art, netherworld, and darkness all appeared from his body, and they all reached the peak of the sixth level, causing quite a stir.

The progress of this Holy Son of Mingye is indeed great!

Many disciples began to feel sorry for him, thinking that if Donglin Saint Son was replaced by other original God Emperor Saint Sons, he would most likely enter the finals.

Yunfeng Saint Son also thought so, but suddenly heard a murmur: "Maybe the loser may not be him."

He looked at Lin Chen, showing a look of surprise, and whispered: "Tianjian Saint Son, do you think he can defeat Donglin Saint Son?"

Lin Chen smiled when he heard this, and said: "We will know after watching."

Yunfeng Saint Son looked at Donglin Saint Son, then shifted his gaze to Mingye Saint Son, and shook his head and said: "This is impossible."

However, everything that happened on the sword stage next was far beyond his expectations.

Mingye Saint Son rushed out with a sword, like a dark god, approaching Donglin Saint Son, making the void where he was all dark.

The entire sword stage seemed to have turned into a dark space, invisible to the naked eye, and everyone could only watch the battle with their mental power.

I saw the white sword energy bursting out continuously, tearing the darkness, but it was soon swallowed by the darkness. I could vaguely see the figure of the Son of Winter, flickering and snowflakes floating.

Looking at the Son of Dark Night again, there was no trace of him, as if he had completely disappeared. Only the Son of the Supreme God Emperor and some of the Sons of the Original God Emperor with strong enough spiritual power could see his figure.

Lin Chen was also among them. He distinguished that it was not darkness that enveloped the Son of Dark Night, but a netherworld.

"It turned out to be the netherworld?"

Seeing this, Lin Chen was more certain of his previous judgment.

I saw that the netherworld was full of all kinds of demons and monsters, like an endless army, submerging the Son of Winter.

But he was the Supreme God Emperor after all, with strong strength and profound swordsmanship. He quickly eliminated some of the demons and monsters, but was soon submerged again.

After repeating this scene for more than ten times, Lin Chen noticed that the Son of Winter was completely submerged.

But he had not yet lost. The sound of sword whistles and loud noises continued to be heard from the netherworld, and a series of cold sword energy burst out, penetrating the darkness.

This process lasted for about a cup of tea before it gradually stopped. The sword platform, which was still roaring, fell into an absolute dead silence.

"Defeated?"

The Holy Son of Yanghe, the Holy Son of Wanjian, and the Holy Son of Chongtian were all very surprised, with some unbelievable expressions on their faces, which made many of the Holy Sons of the Original God Emperor and the Void God Emperor puzzled.

What's going on?

Not to mention the disciples outside Zishan, looking at the expressions of the Holy Son of Yanghe and the others, they were all confused and asked puzzledly: "Who lost? The Holy Son of Mingye?"

No one answered, but the answer was soon revealed. The darkness on the sword stage receded like a tide. After everyone saw it clearly, they all cried out: "How is it possible?"

At this time, Yunfeng Saint also said the same thing and stood up. There were many saints of the original God Emperor who lost their composure like him.

Xu Huai Saint, Qian Tian Saint and Shi Mie Saint did not speak, but their eyes and expressions also changed slightly.

"It is true."

Lin Chen looked normal, but there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Haha, this competition is a bit unexpected." The elder looked at the second elder and others, stroking his beard and said with a smile.

"Ming Ye has made rapid progress and has the strength to compete for the top ten this time."

The second elder and others nodded and looked at the saint of Ming Ye with approval.

The twelfth elder announced at the right time: "The saint of Ming Ye won!"

Swish!

After hearing this, the saint of Ming Ye bowed to him and the elder and others, and then turned and left the sword stage.

Behind where he had just stood, the Holy Son of Winter was lying in a mess, his clothes torn, his face, shoulders, and abdomen were covered with sword marks, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, as if he had suffered a serious illness.

When everyone saw his miserable appearance, it was difficult to connect him with the past. They even felt like they were dreaming, and their minds were full of doubts.

How did he lose?

The Holy Son Yunfeng looked at Lin Chen and asked in disbelief: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, did you expect this?"

"I expected it, and I didn't expect it."

Lin Chen said without hesitation. Seeing that the Holy Son Yunfeng was puzzled, he explained: "I expected him to defeat the Holy Son Donglin, but I didn't expect him to win so cleanly."

The Holy Son Yunfeng was stunned for a moment and said: "When he fought with the Holy Son Donglin just now, I could feel his fear, but I didn't see how he did it."

Lin Chen said calmly: "He integrated the Dark God Way into the Nether God Way."

"How is it possible?"

The Holy Son Yunfeng looked pale and said a little incoherently: "The Nether God Way is extremely difficult to comprehend. If you want to integrate the Dark God Way, no one can do it."

"This is also what I didn't expect."

Lin Chen smiled, with a hint of reminiscence on his face, and said: "After practicing for so long, this is the first time I have seen someone integrate the Dark God Way into the Nether God Way."