Peerless Sword God

"come out."

Lin Chen spit out the sound of the sword and threw the Wandering Dragon Sword. With a hiss, it was like a sword dragon flying deep into the Shenluo Tianmen, under a spiritual vein.

boom!

The spiritual veins were crawling on the ground like a white divine dragon. When they were stabbed by the Wandering Dragon Sword, they exploded, and rocks suddenly penetrated the air and turned into flying ash.

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual veins were shattered, and only the sound of the sword was left, but the ground suddenly shook, there was a bang, and the Dragon Sword was shot backwards.

Uh-huh!

A gray divine light flew out, stopped in mid-air, and transformed into a middle-aged man with a handsome and elegant appearance.

"God?"

Goddess Doumu looked at him from a distance, her beautiful face showing excitement.

"Tiannu, he is Mojia's clone." Tianle reminded.

The excitement on Doumu Tiannu's face disappeared, replaced by hatred, and she shouted to Lin Chen: "Master Tianjian, please kill him."

"Lord Mojia."

Demon Lord Chatian, twenty-six elders and Ziwu God's grandfather were ecstatic, their pale faces glowing with red light, as if they had seen a savior.

Mo Jia didn't seem to hear their words, and looked at Lin Chen with a majestic face, saying: "You have a very strong spiritual power and integrate the original swordsmanship. No wonder I can't hide my concealment from you."

"You are stronger than the other clones."

Lin Chen looked him up and down, then casually called back the Dragon Sword and walked over slowly.

"Wait a minute."

A trace of panic flashed in Mo Jia's eyes, and he raised his hand to stop Lin Chen: "You have already killed my true self, and I am just a clone of my true self, so you and I have no grudges, so why should we use swords against each other?"

Lin Chen did not stop, condensing the holy power in his body, and said at the same time: "In terms of courage, you are not as good as the other clones."

"I am both

If I am not your opponent, why should I fight with you? "

Mojia laughed at himself, and suddenly waved his sleeves and robes, and more than a dozen top-grade Ji Dao divine weapons flew out. They exploded in no particular order, turning into a torrent of energy and blasting towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen waved his empty hand, and the Wandering Dragon Sword disappeared, replaced by the magic weapon Demon Sin, and the blade swept outward across the air.

Chaos cuts in one breath!

boom!

The gray sword energy, carrying the energy of chaos, split the incoming energy torrent in half, exploded in the air, and receded like a tide.

Lin Chen, however, had already disappeared. He saw Mojia shoot out more than a dozen top-grade Ji Dao divine weapons, and then he soared into the sky and fled towards the sky.

"Why did Lord Mojia escape?"

Demon Lord Chatian, twenty-six elders and Ziwu God's grandfather and son suspected that they were dazzled.

How powerful is this Lord Mojia? The Nine Divine Ancestors who once overwhelmed all the major holy places were invincible. Why did he run away today?

"Huh, why else? This big bad guy is no match for my father, so of course he has to run for his life." Xiao Huo raised his little head and said proudly.

The three Demon Lords wanted to refute, but looking at Mo Jia who was being chased by Lin Chen and running away, they were unable to refute. They suddenly felt as if they were mourning for their heirs, and their faces were ashen.

Tianle sneered mercilessly: "A bunch of idiots don't know how to find a stronger backer."

The three Demon Lords of Chatian were blushing upon hearing this, and their faces were filled with aggrievedness and depression. They wanted to ask Tianle, why is the Holy God not a strong one?

It wasn't that Lord Mojia was too weak, it was that the Sword God Ancestor was too strong that day.

Mo Jia ran away in panic, with a panicked look on his face: "That kid is so evil, I might as well leave this world of heaven and go to other worlds, and still be honored as my ancestor."

After hearing

When Fang heard the news, he couldn't help but look back, but found that Lin Chen was not there. He couldn't help but look happy: "It seems I got rid of that kid."

"What did you say?"

But at this moment, a voice containing the power of a sword came from the front.

Mo Jia looked up and saw a black-haired young man with snow-white wings on his back walking thousands of miles away. Who else could he be if he wasn't Lin Chen?

"What kind of speed method have you mastered, and why are you so much faster than me?" Mojia said in disbelief.

"Your speed method is also pretty good, but it's just not as good as your own."

Lin Chen flapped the wings of life and traveled through space. At the same time, he waved the magic weapon and demon sin, and used the eternal life and life seal in succession.

Mojia seemed to be under an invisible attack, his divine body made a banging sound, and he suddenly felt that his life force was being lost. What was not lost was sealed, and he felt weak.

Suddenly, another loud rumbling sound came into his ears. He looked up and saw a gray-white sword realm floating in the sky, suppressing it.

The eighth form of Tianyuan Huanyu Swordsmanship, the Hunling Sword Realm.

"You... No, it's a mental attack." Mo Jia was shocked and angry. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt severe mental pain, and the sword energy was overwhelming, trying to kill the spirit.

"It turns out that you are a spiritual clone of Mojia."

With a flash of light in Lin Chen's eyes, he merged with the original kendo and the ninth kendo, aroused the power of the spiritual sword to the extreme, and slashed at his spiritual power again.

Mo Jia hugged his head and screamed, his elegant face twisted, and he said intermittently: "Forgive me, please?"

"cut."

Lin Chen shouted in a deep voice, his eyes were firm, and he used all his strength to slash down with the sword of his spirit.

"Pfft" sound;

Mojia's mental power was completely destroyed

The bottom was cut off, and his legs suddenly shook, his eyes turned white, he lost consciousness, and fell to the ground.

call out!

Lin Chen fired a soft sword energy, dragging his body but not destroying it because it was the body of Lord Shinra.

"Lord Mojia is dead?"

The faces of the twenty-six elders and Ziwu God's grandfather were ashen.

The eyes of the Demon Lord Shatian were horrified, and then he laughed and said, "Good death, good death, this beast killed so many practitioners in my Mitian Territory, he should have died long ago."

"Are you crazy?"

The father and son of the 26th elder glared at him, but he ignored them.

The Demon Lord Shatian snorted and sang praises to Lin Chen: "Young Master's divine power is unprecedented in history. Killing this person is indeed a just act. Shatian admires him very much and is willing to submit to the young master. From now on, I will serve you and go through fire and water without hesitation."

The father and son of the 26th elder were so angry that they almost scolded him for being shameless, but when they thought calmly, if Lord Mojia died, wouldn't they also be buried with him?

So, the father and son also followed in praising Lin Chen, flattering him, and saying something more disgusting than the Demon Lord Shatian. Even the young man in red who was stepped on by Tianle said a few words.

"Shameless."

Tian Le was so angry that he stepped on him again, but his eyes were glaring at the three demon lords of Shatian.

"Disgusting." Xiao Huo looked contemptuous.

Dou Mu Tiannu showed disgust, and Zi Weixi and the other two looked contemptuous, thinking that the four people were as ferocious as they were just now, and they were as servile now.

Ye Ming Dao Mo and Qing Feng Ying and his wife looked calm. If these four people had a bit of backbone, they would not have surrendered to Mo Jia's clone.

The four demon lords of Shatian were so pale that their faces turned pale, but they smiled apologetically.

In their hearts, they comforted themselves that it was not shameful to do this in order to survive.