Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4633 Ming Ye’s Madness

"You and I have nothing to say, just take action."

The Holy Son of Wanjian jumped onto the sword platform, summoned the golden sword at will, and shuttled through the space at high speed. He only heard a whistling sound of the sword, and saw the nine-round sun emerging around the Holy Son of Mingye.

Clang!

Saint Son of Mingye called out an ink sword and pointed it directly at Saint Son of Wanjian. His tone was as cold as the night: "The darkness is boundless, and the Netherworld has come to the world."

The black cloak he wore on his shoulders turned into a black shadow with a rustling sound, attracting the nether world and covering it.

One side is as bright as the sun, and the other side is as dark as the night. It's like day and night coexist, the rising sun and the bright moon shine together, complementing each other, and it is extremely grand.

The saints and disciples inside and outside Zishan were all attracted by this wonderful competition. Only Lin Chen crossed his legs and closed his eyes, uniting his mind and body, forgetting both things and me.

After a few days of understanding, Lin Chen suddenly understood as if he was enlightened:

"It turns out that this is the seventh level of the Void Spirit Qiankun Sword Dao."

Yes, he realized it at this time, and he should really thank Saint Wanjian. If he hadn't, how could he have realized it so quickly and succeeded?

Lin Chen couldn't help but frown when he saw that Saint Son of Ten Thousand Swords was fighting against Saint Son of Ming Ye, and the nine-wheeled sun that had evolved was enveloped by the latter's netherworld.

"What a powerful Netherworld method. Even if the power of darkness is restrained by the Sun Divine Way of the Son of Wanjian, it can still gain the upper hand."

However, Saint Son of Wanjian also has an advantage, that is, his speed is much faster than Saint Son of Mingye. He constantly distances himself from the latter and travels through space to avoid falling into the nether world.

However, his spirit and will were still affected by the nether world, and he quickly strengthened his kendo will and kendo belief, and displayed his trump card.

"The sword is with me, Wan Jianjing will follow!"

Divine swords that surpassed tens of thousands descended from all directions, slashing at the Holy Son of Mingye. At the same time, the space in all directions twisted and fluctuated, changing the attack direction of the Nether World.

The Nether World roared and shook, but at this moment, the Holy Son of Mingye made a bold move and stepped into the Nether World, protected by the Dark World.

In a few moments, the Nether World regained its balance, and expanded to the left and right, while advancing towards the Saint of Ten Thousand Swords, and the void immediately rumbled.

"Wan Jian, my magic has been perfected, your trump card is useless to me."

Saint Son of Mingye's cold voice sounded from all sides of the sword platform, echoing in the ears of Saint Son of Wanjian.

"Don't say it too early."

The face of the Holy Son of Wanjian changed slightly, and he immediately shouted: "The Wanjian unites!"

boom!

All the divine swords converged and merged, turning into a divine sword. With the sword energy bursting out from his sword armor, he slashed straight towards the overcoming netherworld.

The underworld world first surged with sword light that filled the sky. After a moment, it flashed and swallowed the divine sword. It became dark again, lonely and empty.

Only a sword chant came out from the Nether World and fell in the ears of Saint Son of Wanjian. He immediately frowned and felt that Saint Son of Mingye in front of him was even more difficult to deal with than Lin Chen.

"Failure is your best destination."

The voice of Saint Mingye once again sounded everywhere.

Boom!

I saw the Nether World speeding up, like a giant whale, swallowing up the Saint of Ten Thousand Swords.

The Son of Wanjian continued to change positions through the seventh level of space, and at the same time attacked the Netherworld, trying to stop all this.

Unfortunately, he failed in the end. He was not swallowed up by the nether world, but was suppressed on the spot. With a bang, he fell on the sword platform, unable to get up.

"Saint Son of Mingye wins!"

The second elder calmly announced that the competition was over.

Uh-huh!

Holy Son Mingye waved his black sleeves, and the Mo sword returned to his body. Without even looking at Holy Son Wanjian, he said to Holy Son Yanghe: "Yanghe, you are next."

After saying that, he received no reply from Holy Son Yanghe, so he flew out of the sword platform with a puff of black smoke.

Saint Son of Yanghe looked a little ugly and said, "This guy is too crazy."

"Who says someone is strong? Yang He, you are no match for him." Holy Son Chongtian shook his head and said.

"If he wants to defeat me, he has to pay a price." Holy Son Yanghe said with anger flashing in his eyes.

Holy Son Yunfeng glanced at him from a distance and said to Lin Chen, "I didn't expect Holy Son Wanjian to be defeated so quickly."

Lin Chen nodded noncommittally and said: "Sage Mingye's magical method is indeed difficult to crack."

"Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, aren't you even sure?" Holy Son Yunfeng asked in surprise.

"You won't know until you compare it." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"I believe you are no worse than him." Holy Son Yunfeng said seriously.

Lin Chen smiled and said nothing. He continued to watch the competition, focusing on the four saints: Holy Son Xuhuai, Holy Son Killing, Holy Son Qiantian and Saint Huanzhen.

In the blink of an eye, on the fifth day of the finals, Lin Chen saw the Holy Son Xuhuai defeat the Holy Son Chongtian, the Holy Son Killer defeat the Holy Lady Yanqing, and the Holy Son Qiantian defeat the Holy Son Xingpu.

The three of them won easily, obviously retaining their strength.

Lin Chen was thoughtful.

The strange thing is that Saint Huanzhen, logically speaking, after she defeated Saint Liyuan, she should challenge the three men of Holy Son Xuhuai, but she did not, and instead challenged Holy Son Yunfeng.

"He is no match."

Lin Chen secretly shook his head.

Sure enough, Holy Son Yunfeng was soon defeated by the sword of Holy Maiden Huan Zhen.

Holy Son Yunfeng came back with a pale face, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Sir of Heavenly Sword, although you told me how to break her illusions, I still can't do it. She can superimpose illusions and is much stronger than me. There are many, definitely no worse than the three of the Holy Sons of Xuhuai.”

Lin Chen smiled when he heard this and said comfortingly: "You're not bad either. She used four layers of illusions to defeat you."

Hearing this, Holy Son Yunfeng laughed at himself: "Forget it, I will be satisfied if I can be among the top ten this time. You can strive to be among the top three."

Lin Chen nodded and said, "This is my current goal."

"Why do I feel that Holy Maiden Huan Zhen is getting more and more powerful? Look at the previous opponents, including Holy Son Yunfeng just now, who couldn't stop her for more than ten rounds."

"Actually, Holy Son Yunfeng is not weak. Judging from his performance just now, he is even better than Holy Son Liyuan and Holy Son Xingpu. However, Holy Lady Huanzhen is too strong. Now her record is better than Holy Son Mingye Both are better than Heavenly Sword Saint Son."

"What I'm talking about is that Saint Huanzhen defeated Saint Qinqing, Saint Yanqing, Saint Liyuan, and now Saint Yunfeng, while Saint Mingye defeated Saint Chongtian and Saint Qinqing. The three of them, Holy Son of Wanjian, and Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, were defeated by Holy Son of Yanghe and Holy Son of Wanjian.”

Many saints and disciples discussed Lin Chen and the other two, and compared their records. Saint Huanzhen was first, Saint Mingye was second, and Lin Chen was third.

Uh-huh!

On the sixth day of the finals, Holy Son Mingye came on stage. He didn't say anything, but Holy Son Yanghe came up.

The two looked at each other, and without saying a word, they exchanged hands.

As a result, Saint Son of Yanghe tried his best, and like Saint Son of Ten Thousand Swords, he fell into the nether world, unable to escape, and finally exhausted his strength and was defeated.

Everyone was not surprised by this. Some people said: "Although Saint Mingye is crazy, he is really strong. It seems that Saint Yanqing is no match for him."

Most of the disciples did not object. Only the disciples who admired Saint Yanqing argued for her, but they seemed feeble.

On the afternoon of the sixth day of the finals, Lin Chen took the initiative to challenge the Son of Heaven and won.

The Holy Son of Chongtian touched the wound on his chest and vomited to Lin Chen: "Sir of the Heavenly Sword, you did it on purpose."