Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4626 Yanghe's Challenge

"The Saint of Mingye is indeed very capable."

All practitioners admire the strong. Although the words and deeds of the Saint of Mingye are unpleasant, after he defeated the Saint of Chongtian, many disciples still admire him.

Swish!

After the Saint of Mingye left the sword platform, a woman in a pure white skirt came up on the white clouds. She was the Saint of Huanzhen.

She had a youthful appearance and a gentle temperament, like an orchid. Her voice was soft and gentle: "Senior Sister Qinqing, how about we have a competition?"

"Okay!"

The Saint of Qinqing smiled generously, stepped on the green waves, flew onto the sword platform, and her green clothes fluttered like a blooming green lotus, noble and holy, instantly attracting the attention of many disciples.

"Saint Qinqing is so beautiful, Saint Huanzhen is also beautiful, so innocent that people want to protect her."

"Come on, why do you daydream when you can't do anything else in broad daylight? Put away your little thoughts, can Saint Qinqing and Saint Huanzhen be something you can think of?"

"What are you talking about? Oh, forget it, it seems that I am the only one who is paying attention to the competition between the two saints, you are all imagining nonsense."

Good men like beautiful women, and stunning women like Saint Qinqing and Saint Huanzhen are loved by countless male disciples.

When they stand on the sword stage, they are two beautiful scenery lines, so fewer people pay attention to their competition.

In fact, let alone ordinary disciples, even the saints of the Saint Son Academy, half of them admire them, and the other half admire Saint Liyuan and Saint Yanqing.

Seeing that the Holy Son Yunfeng was also staring at them intently, Lin Chen teased, "Heroes are hard to resist beautiful women."

The Holy Son Yunfeng looked embarrassed and whispered, "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, what kind of hero am I? Not to mention me, even the Holy Son Xuhuai and his men can only run into obstacles in front of them."

Lin Chen smiled and said, "The more outstanding the woman, the harder it is to pursue her."

Thinking back to the time when he was with Xue Lingyun and Xia Lan, he also went through twists and turns.

The Holy Son Yunfeng was stunned when he heard the words, and then nodded in agreement, and smiled, "But I just admire them simply, and I don't have any other intentions."

After saying this, he said in a joking tone, "For people like us who practice, love is important, but practice is more important."

"That's true."

Lin Chen nodded. Most of the practitioners he had seen were devoted to practice, and there were only a few like him who got married and had children early.

But Lin Chen never regretted it. He felt that it was a great happiness and great luck to have two wives and a pair of children who loved him in this life.

It was because of their support and encouragement that Lin Chen was able to get to where he is today. It was also because of them that he was more motivated on his path of cultivation.

This made Lin Chen feel a little sorry for his two wives. They supported him to come here, but he had not been able to create a stable living environment.

He still needs to work hard!

Lin Chen thought silently.

One day, he will return home in glory like the top scholar, bring them here to reunite with the family, and live a good life like in the world of swords.

Just when Lin Chen missed his two wives and children, the Saintess Huanzhen and the Saintess Qinqing on the sword stage had already fought.

The Saintess Huanzhen was famous for her illusions, and the Saintess Qinqing was as good at swordsmanship as the piano.

As soon as the two women fought, beautiful pictures appeared on the sword stage, with mountains and rivers, grasslands, and flower gardens, and at the same time, the melodious and continuous sword chants like the sound of the piano sounded.

Their swordsmanship was also very beautiful and very ornamental, like a fairy dance.

At this moment, whether it was ordinary disciples or saints, they were all immersed in their competition, as if they were watching one beautiful scene after another, intoxicated.

Most of the disciples almost forgot that they were competing, but Xuhuai Saint and others were still very calm and could feel the terrible power from it.

Lin Chen could also feel it, and he looked very carefully and calmly analyzed their strengths and weaknesses.

Saint Qinqing's swordsmanship has a kind of charm of zither art. It is good at long-range attacks, ethereal and agile, and spiritual attacks are greater than physical attacks, but short of close combat.

Looking at Saint Huanzhen, her illusion is also short of close combat, but the attack range of illusion is extremely wide, which has a great impact on the spirit and will.

Her strength lies in that although her realm is lower than Saint Qinqing, her strength is not weak at all, and she even has an advantage.

Soon, Lin Chen had the answer in his mind.

After about an incense stick of time, the answer was revealed.

"The Saint of Huanzhen wins!"

The voice of the second elder spread throughout the Purple Mountain.

The Saint of Huanzhen did not change at all. Her face was still a little rosy, her eyes were clear and moving, and her white dress was not stained with a trace of dust, as pure as an orchid.

The Saint of Qinqing was in a much worse state than her. Her cheeks were pale, her eyebrows were furrowed like distant mountains, her lips were trembling, and her spirit was very bad.

She had no external injuries, but her spirit and will were tortured, which made people feel distressed.

"Alas!"

One after another, the disciples who admired her sighed, while the disciples who admired the Saint of Huanzhen cheered enthusiastically: "The Saint of Huanzhen won, won."

The Saint of Xuhua and others looked at the Saint of Huanzhen with a little surprise, as if they did not expect her to defeat the Saint of Qinqing.

The Saint of Yunfeng was a little puzzled and asked: "The Saint of Tianjian, the Saint of Qinqing just fell into the illusion of the Saint of Huanzhen and did not come out, right?"

Lin Chen nodded and replied: "To be more precise, her mind was trapped in an illusion, causing self-doubt and unable to get out of it."

The Son of Yunfeng looked much more solemn when he heard this, and said: "Is the illusion of the Saint of Huanzhen so powerful?"

"In fact, it is difficult to crack her illusion, but it is not difficult to crack it."

Lin Chen pondered for a while and explained in detail: "The illusion she casts is three-tenths false and seven-tenths true. As long as you can distinguish it, you have won half the battle, but..."

Speaking of this, Lin Chen paused, looked at the Saint of Huanzhen, and said: "Her illusions can overlap, and there is falsehood in the truth and truth in the falsehood. Among the three of spirit, will, and belief, as long as one of them is shaken, she will fall into a state of self-doubt and fail."

A Saint of Huanzhen and a Son of Mingye are not easy to deal with!

The Holy Son Yunfeng was in doubt for a moment, with a trace of fear in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, you can see it clearly, but I can hardly see even a little bit. I am not as good as you."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "If you fight with her, if you focus on firm belief, you still have a chance to win."

After that, he sighed again: "This is why after cultivating to the realm of the Void God Emperor, more attention is paid to the cultivation of the power of belief."

Hearing this, the Holy Son Yunfeng suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and said sincerely: "Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books, thank you."

"When did you become so polite?" Lin Chen smiled.

"That's right, we are friends. Now many people say that I have foresight and got to know you in advance, so that they have no chance." The Holy Son Yunfeng nodded and smiled.

Lin Chen smiled silently, and suddenly heard a voice coming from the direction of the sword platform: "Son of Heavenly Sword, Qiantian praised you highly, and your performance is indeed as he said, so I want to challenge you."

Son of Yanghe was standing on the sword platform, talking and laughing at Lin Chen. As soon as he finished speaking, it immediately caused a big commotion inside and outside Zishan.