Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4623 If you don't understand, you will lose

Boom!

The Hunyuan Holy Heaven Sword fell again. The sword style was very simple, just a chop and a split, but it contained the true meaning of returning to the original, and it was unpredictable.

The mighty sword made the Blood General's face freeze instantly, his pupils expanded rapidly, and the fighting spirit in his eyes began to dissipate, replaced by a trace of fear.

But his belief and reason told him that he must not retreat, otherwise he would become the second Dong Lin Holy Son. He immediately shouted with his eyes wide open:

"Come on!"

The Blood General's hands tightly grasped the blood-colored giant sword, and then he rolled forward with lightning and launched a full-strength attack, trying to stop Lin Chen's battle.

The blood light, sword light, and electric light in the void were split by the blood-colored giant sword, and with a rumble, they were split together with the Hunyuan Holy Heaven Sword.

At that moment, the Blood General's Son merged into the blood-colored giant sword, and the power increased sharply, and he actually shook the Hunyuan Holy Heaven Sword.

A mighty sword wave erupted like a volcano, surging around, instantly submerging most of the sword platform, making everyone's mind shake and dizzy.

This scene was too terrible, and countless disciples thought to themselves that if they were caught in it, they would definitely die.

He is indeed the Son of the Blood General!

He can actually perform such a terrible swordsmanship.

But can he defeat the Son of the Heavenly Sword?

At this time, many disciples did not notice that in their subconscious, they had begun to lean towards Lin Chen, otherwise why would they think so?

In their sight, they saw Lin Chen using the Hunyuan Shengtian Sword to chop at a blood-colored giant sword, with a powerful momentum and fighting spirit.

There was a chaotic air spreading out, a bright light flashing out, and a rainstorm of sword light sprinkled in all directions. The horror of the scene was heart-shaking.

Lin Chen's eyes were clear, and he shouted leisurely, using the Hunyuan Shengtian Sword to strike down, and began to gain the upper hand, chopping the blood-colored giant sword below.

The blood-colored giant sword slowly descended from the sky. Every time it descended a certain distance, it made a loud noise, which continued to ring like firecrackers.

There was a sudden uproar outside the Purple Mountain. Many saints in the Purple Mountain stood up and looked at this amazing scene in shock.

Bang!

Soon, the blood-colored giant sword was chopped on the sword platform by Lin Chen. After a few clanging sounds, the power collapsed and the light dimmed.

Then there was only a muffled sound, and the blood-colored giant sword returned to its original shape, and the blood-colored saint rolled out of it.

He looked intact, without even a scratch on his body, but his face was as white as paper, his eyes were gray, and his breath was extremely weak.

Seeing this, Lin Chen retracted the Wandering Dragon Sword, and the Hunyuan Holy Heaven Sword suspended above the Blood General Saint immediately dissipated, and then said to him: "Thank you."

The Blood General Saint's lips moved, and he coughed suddenly, and said with a painful face: "You, you won."

After saying this, he began to breathe with difficulty, his chest heaving violently, and it was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Swish!

Lin Chen raised his right hand, pointed at him, and passed a stream of pure life energy into his body.

Soon, the Blood General Saint recovered a little spirit and strength, looked at Lin Chen gratefully and said: "Thank you, I didn't lose this battle unjustly."

At this moment, he was not only convinced by Lin Chen's strength, but also admired Lin Chen's mind.

The 12th elder, who had watched the whole scene, looked at Lin Chen with satisfaction, and immediately announced: "The Son of Heavenly Sword won!"

This voice was louder than his previous voice, and spread from the inside of Purple Mountain to the outside of the mountain as fast as the wind, causing another uproar.

"How could this happen?"

Almost all the disciples looked unbelievable, and the Liangyi Sword Emperor and the Haiyuan Sword Emperor were also stunned for a moment before they came to their senses and cheered for Lin Chen.

The Son of Heavenly Sword stood for a long time before he put away the shock on his face, sat down and shook his head and said: "Son of Heavenly Sword, I am not as good as you."

Thinking of how he thought Lin Chen was not a match for the Son of Blood General, he felt ashamed and embarrassed.

"I misjudged him, I misjudged him."

The Saint of Chongtian touched his forehead and said, "This Saint of Tianjian is not a monster at all, he is clearly a pervert."

The Saint of Yanghe heard what he said and said to Qiantian, "Qiantian, is this Saint of Tianjian still a human? When we cultivated to the realm of Void God Emperor, how could we be as powerful as him?"

After saying that, he smiled bitterly and said, "I said he would lose before." His face was burning.

"His competition with Saint of Blood General was not only beyond our expectations, but also beyond the expectations of the elders." Saint of Qiantian sighed.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Son of Yanghe saw that the Great Elder and the others were also surprised, and nodded: "Yes, the Void God Emperor defeated the Supreme God Emperor, which has never happened in the Purple Mountain Sword Contest."

The Holy Son of Qiantian looked at Lin Chen and said: "He created a miracle."

As they were talking, the Holy Son of Mingye looked at Lin Chen and whispered: "Very good, Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, you have successfully attracted my attention."

The Holy Lady of Huanzhen looked at Lin Chen with her eyes and said in a soft voice: "The title of Heavenly Sword is well-deserved, and he is also kind and righteous." She was talking about Lin Chen helping the Holy Son of Blood General.

Lin Chen did not take this matter to heart. He did this because he recognized the Holy Son of Blood General. If it was the Holy Son of Fenghuan, he would not even look at it.

After seeing that the Holy Son of Blood General could stand up by himself, Lin Chen put away the Youlong Sword, stepped on the sword wave, and walked out of the sword platform.

When the Blood Sin Saint and others saw him coming out, they immediately greeted him, and the voices of congratulations, praise and compliments were endless.

When the Yunfeng Saint saw Lin Chen finally come out of the crowd, he smiled and said: "Heaven Sword Saint, you are the first Void God Emperor Saint to enter the finals."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "Blood General Saint is indeed very strong. It was not easy for me to win this battle."

When the Yunfeng Saint saw that his face was pale, he hurriedly said: "Then you should rest quickly. I also have to prepare. If I am like you, the opponent is the Supreme God Emperor, then I will only lose." After saying that, he laughed at himself.

"Then I wish you good luck first."

Lin Chen smiled, then sat cross-legged, took out the magic pill and swallowed it to replenish the power of the God Emperor.

Although he was not injured in this battle, in order to comprehend the Space God Dao, the long-term training consumed a lot of energy and needed to regulate his breath.

The aftermath of his defeat of the Blood General Saint had not yet dissipated, and everyone was still savoring it, but a new competition began on the sword stage.

"The Son of Star Punishment wins!"

"The Son of Ten Thousand Swords wins!"

"The Son of Dark Night wins!"

...

One competition after another was held, some were eliminated, some won.

This time, no one was surprised by the victory of the Son of Dark Night, because his opponent was a son of the original God Emperor, who was not as good as the Son of Winter Lin.

But considering that he did not enter the finals in the last Purple Mountain Sword Contest, it was still amazing that he did it this time.

And the victory of the Son of Star Punishment and the Son of Ten Thousand Swords was within everyone's expectations.

Soon it was the third day of the semi-finals.

Lin Chen was still recuperating, and the fierce competition was still going on on the sword stage.

"The Son of Seven Nights wins!"

"The Saint of Illusion wins!"

"The Son of Void wins!"

...

The luck of the Son of Seven Nights was better than that of the Son of Blood General and the Son of Winter Lin. His opponent was the Supreme God Emperor, and he won without going all out.

The Saint of Illusion qualified for the finals, which caused quite a stir, because she did not make it to the finals in the last Purple Mountain Sword Contest.

As for Saint Xu Huai, he was the first in the last Purple Mountain Sword Contest, so it was no surprise that he entered the finals.

In a blink of an eye, it was the fourth day of the semi-finals. One of the competitions caught Lin Chen's attention because one of the contestants was Saint Yun Feng. Could he defeat his opponent?