Peerless Sword God

Chapter 4639 Popularity Soars

Dang!

The blood sword rang loudly, and the majestic power bent the arm of the Son of Destruction, bulging the meridians, red like **, and soon his face became red like blood.

At the same time, he clearly saw that Lin Chen drew a white light, approached in an instant, and chopped down with a punch, sweeping away thousands of troops.

The sword energy, murderous aura, thunder, and the power of destruction all collapsed, and the sword whistling, shouting and thundering that echoed between heaven and earth stopped abruptly.

The world fell into a brief calm, and the breathing of the people outside the sword platform could be heard.

However, it was soon broken by a bang, and Lin Chen punched the Son of Destruction in the chest, then the shoulders, and finally the back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Son of Destruction was shaken all over, his clothes burst, pieces of cloth flew out, his back hunched down, and he fell from the sky like an onion.

Bang!

The Saint of Killing fell on the sword platform, his clothes were tattered, his body was covered with sword marks, his aura receded like the tide, he became extremely weak, and his face turned pale in the blink of an eye.

The blood sword in his hand made a whine, and suddenly the light was lost, the blood light dissipated, and it returned to its original state.

"..."

When everyone saw this scene, they were stunned, and they reacted after a long time, and they all took a breath.

"Killing Heaven, Shi Tian actually lost?" The Saint of Ten Thousand Swords and the Saint of Chongtian stammered.

"Impossible! Killing Heaven played his trump card, how could he lose to him?" The Saint of Yanghe lost his voice on the spot, shaking his head and said.

"Saint of Heavenly Sword, I really can't see through you."

The Saint of Qiantian shook his head and sighed, then glanced at the Saint of Xuhuai and the Saint of Mingye, smiled and said: "I'm afraid they didn't expect it, right?"

The Saint of Xuhuai and the Saint did not expect that the person who would compete with them for the first place was the Saint of Killing, but it turned out to be Lin Chen.

The Saintess Huanzhen didn't expect this either, and frowned in silence.

"It seems that we are really old. We didn't expect Mingye to defeat Qiantian before, and now we didn't expect this little guy to defeat Shimie." The Great Elder said with great emotion.

The Seventh Elder, the Twenty-third Elder and others had different expressions, but they all nodded sincerely.

The Second Elder concealed the surprise in his eyes, waved his sleeves and announced: "The Son of Heavenly Sword won!"

There was a boiling sound inside and outside Zishan again. Lin Chen's reputation rose sharply, reaching the point where he was on par with the three of Xuhuai Saintess, Mingye Saintess and Huanzhen Saintess.

No!

To be precise, Lin Chen surpassed Mingye Saintess and Huanzhen Saintess.

It was because the Son of Shimie he defeated was stronger than the opponent defeated by Mingye Saintess and the two.

In other words, the first place in this Zishan Sword Contest, Lin Chen and Xuhuai Saintess belong to the first echelon, and Mingye Saintess and Huanzhen Saintess are in the second echelon.

When the Saint of the Dark Night saw those Saints and disciples who had previously praised him now turned around and praised Lin Chen, his eyes became even colder:

"What if I defeated Shimie? Can't I do it?"

Originally, his next challenge target was the Saint of the Killing, but now that Lin Chen got ahead, he was a little unhappy.

But it doesn't matter, let Lin Chen take the limelight first.

The Saint of the Killing believes that he will eventually step on Lin Chen and ascend to the first place in the Purple Mountain Sword Contest.

The defeated Saint of the Killing, like the Saint of the Qiantian who was defeated by the Saint of the Dark Night before, became a loser.

But he was determined and soon accepted the fact of failure. He supported his body with his sword and stumbled to his feet.

Taking a deep breath, the Saint of the Killing looked up at Lin Chen and smiled bitterly: "I finally know what your trump card is. It is a blood power that I have never seen before. Thank you for letting me see it with my own eyes and experience it in person."

"You are the strongest opponent I have ever met." Lin Chen bowed and said.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I could actually deserve your evaluation, not bad."

The Son of Killing laughed loudly, then turned around and slowly left the sword stage.

Swish!

Lin Chen put away the Wandering Dragon Sword, turned around and left, and sat down next to the Son of Yunfeng.

The shock on the face of the Son of Yunfeng had not yet dissipated, and he said with shock and admiration: "Son of Heavenly Sword, from today on, I only admire you."

Lin Chen smiled softly and said: "It is my honor to be admired by you so much."

The Son of Yunfeng seriously corrected: "No, it is my honor."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "Son of Killing is a rare opponent. It is not easy for me to win. I have to take good care of myself next."

After saying this, he opened the storage spirit ring, took out the healing pills and medicines and took them.

Seeing this, the Son of Yunfeng did not interrupt, and calmly watched another competition on the sword stage.

Although the aftermath of Lin Chen's victory over the Saint of Slaughter was still there, the finals were not over yet. Saint of Qiantian, Saint of Liyuan, and even Saint of Yunfeng also took the stage one after another.

Although they did not have the strength to compete for the top three, they still wanted to get a name at the top. The competition was fierce and the competition was even more intense.

Among the ten people, the strongest one was Saint of Qiantian!

Although he lost to Saint of Mingye, he was still not something that Saint of Liyuan and others could reach.

Soon, the finals reached the tenth day.

Some disciples looked at Saint of Mingye and asked in confusion: "Did he want to challenge Saint of Slaughter yesterday? Why didn't he make a move?"

Some outspoken disciples scolded: "A bunch of idiots! Saint of Slaughter fought with Saint of Tianjian yesterday and was so seriously injured. If Saint of Mingye challenges him, won't he be stabbed in the back?"

This statement was a bit harsh, but it won the approval of many people, even Liangyi Sword Emperor and Haiyuan Sword Emperor nodded in agreement.

Although the Saint of Killing was arrogant, didn't he understand this truth?

Someone said with regret: "The Saint of Heavenly Sword is also healing, it seems that we won't be able to see a wonderful competition today."

Everyone nodded when they heard it, and suddenly heard a cry from the Purple Mountain: "The Saint of Huanzhen challenges the Saint of Xuhuai!"

"No way?"

All the disciples outside the Purple Mountain were shocked and rushed to look at the sword platform in the Purple Mountain.

Swish!

I saw the Saint of Huanzhen, who was dressed in a white dress and as pure and beautiful as an orchid, challenged the Saint of Xuhuai in a soft voice.

"The Saint of Dark Night challenged the Saint of Qiantian, the Saint of Heavenly Sword challenged the Saint of Killing, and now the Saint of Huanzhen challenged the Saint of Xuhua. The three dark horses challenged the top three respectively. Did they discuss this long ago?"

"How is it possible? The three Saints of Heavenly Sword are not familiar with each other. There was no communication throughout the whole game. How could they discuss this?"

"Okay, don't speculate randomly. There are not so many conspiracies in this world. The Saint of Killing and the Saint of Qiantian failed one after another, the Saint of Heavenly Sword was injured again, and the Saint of Li Yuan and others were defeated by the Saint of Huanzhen early. Who else would she challenge if she didn't challenge the Saint of Xuhua?"

After a fierce quarrel, everyone gradually calmed down and felt that the Saint of Huanzhen challenging the Saint of Xuhua was something unexpected but reasonable.

"Huanzhen, your sword magic is not the same as before. I feel a lot of pressure to compete with you."

The Saint of Xuhua smiled like a spring breeze, like a handsome young man, and stepped onto the sword stage in a gentle and elegant manner. The purple brocade clothes on his body moved without wind, which made him look noble.

"Son Xuhuai, I'm sorry. I originally wanted to challenge Son Qiantian, but he lost. Son Shimie lost to Son Tianjian, so I can only challenge you."

Son Huanzhen showed a trace of apology, then took a deep breath, and said with a firm light in her eyes: "But we will have a competition sooner or later. Today is early. Even if I lose, it can be regarded as a wish."