Peerless Sword God

Since Shanhai Prefecture is adjacent to Manshan Prefecture, they understand the situation of the Miemeng Royal Family and also know that the Three Saints of Tianhan are not far behind them, even if they are not as good as them.

Now according to what Wen Yaoshu said, one was destroyed and the other bowed down. It is really unbelievable, so I want to get the exact answer from the mouth of the great sage Wen Yaoshu.

Facing their gazes, the Great Sage Wenyu hesitated for a moment and said frankly: "That's true."

"Ah! Is it true?"

Pangui Martial Saint was shocked and said in shock: "It turns out that this little... Master Tianjian is so strong, no wonder he was able to kill the five demon saints."

"There are no such monsters in Lingwu Prefecture, right?" Heng Gong Water Saint said with a surprised look.

"I've never heard of it." Shang Yangfeng Sheng shook his head, then laughed at himself and said: "We have read countless people, but I didn't expect that today we all got it wrong."

"That's right, Brother Wenyu, you should have told us earlier." Martial Saint Pangui complained.

"I forgot, I forgot." Great Sage Wenyu laughed dryly.

Pangui Martial Saint and Henggong Water Saint looked at him speechlessly, while Shangyang Feng Saint remained silent, with a bitter look on his face and regret in his heart.

And his son Shang Yangqing regretted it even more than he did. He was completely dumbfounded. This Heavenly Sword Saint was not only a monster, he was simply a monster.

Shang Yangqing regretted it. He was so stupid. He actually wanted to compete with such a monster for the Holy Demonic Soul Water. It was like the birthday man hanged himself because he didn't want to live long. Fortunately, the other party was merciful, otherwise he might not have been injured as easily. .

"Father..." Shi Yingbi's face turned pale after hearing this. He looked at his father with his pupils filled with fear and regret. His hands could not stop shaking.

How stupid can you be to provoke such a terrifying monster?

"do not talk."

The great sage Shiying turned pale and interrupted his son's words with a trembling voice. He was in a bad mood. Fortunately, he still wanted to help his son regain his face. Now he didn't even dare to think about it. Instead, he was worried that Lin Chen would find them. When father and son settle scores, it is certain to lead to death.

"Where does this kid come from? There doesn't seem to be a swordsman monster called the Heavenly Sword Saint in Lingwu Prefecture. Could it be that he comes from some big state?"

Mother Yuluan muttered to herself, took a deep breath, and said to her daughter seriously: "Keke, as long as this Master Tianjian can survive today, mother will not stop you from liking him."

"Ah." Yu Luanke was stunned for a moment, her plump round face turned red instantly, and she shyly defended: "Mom, what are you talking about? I don't have a daughter."

"Really?" Our Lady of Yuluan showed a motherly smile. Doesn't her mother still know her daughter's thoughts? See through, don’t tell.

She turned to look at Lin Chen, and suddenly she saw that the void in front of Lin Chen turned black at an extremely fast speed, covering the sky with light. Her expression suddenly changed and she said, "No, that Demon Zhanluo has taken action."

"Master Tianjian won't be in danger, right?"

Yu Luanke panicked and looked worried.

The Great Sage Wenyu, Shang Yangfeng Sage and others also noticed it and showed nervous expressions. After all, everyone could see that this Demon Zhanluo was an extremely terrifying existence and almost invincible.

At this moment, there was silence everywhere, and there was an extreme sense of depression in the air, so that no one dared to take a breath.

Xiaohuo looked at the dark sky, her breathing quickened, her tender face turned pale, she sniffed her nose, and waved fiercely.

He clenched his fist and shouted at the cheap dad’s back: “Dad, kill him.”

In the darkness, Lin Chen acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He held his sword and stood still, looking extremely calmly at Demon Zhanluo who was walking down from the top of the Demon Palace step by step.

The magic robe with gold seals is rolled up, and the jet-black hair is fluttering, reflecting the flawless figure and appearance. The eyes are full of energy, and his movements reveal an unspeakable power.

As he walked down step by step, the power he exuded became more and more terrifying, gradually shaking the void in all directions, making a roaring sound like thunder.

Buzz!

I saw the dark sky swirling, demonic energy rising into the sky, and murderous intent spreading across the sky. It conveyed evil demonic sounds and bloodthirsty murderous sounds, which turned out to be the origin of the Holy Path of Demons and the Holy Path of Killing.

Just as Lin Chen expected, this Luo-Zhan Mozi understood more than one origin of the holy way.

His Holy Path of Demons is extremely profound and is obviously more powerful than the Five Demon Saints, reaching the ultimate level of the first stage.

Moreover, Lin Chen felt that his origin of the Holy Path of Killing was much stronger than his own.

This is an unprecedented opponent, better than Wu Mageng and Wu Mageng.

"I didn't expect that among the weak human race, there would be a swordsman like you. This is beyond the expectations of His Highness."

Demon Zhanluo stood on the last step of the Demon Palace, looking down at Lin Chen like an ancient demon looking down at an inconspicuous ant.

An "interesting" smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the first sentence he spoke was to praise Lin Chen, but his voice soon changed and he said: "But I guess you have never experienced such pressure before, right?"

"That's not true." Lin Chen said calmly.

"You are honest,

Your Highness likes honest people, so I will give you another chance. If you surrender, you will live, if you resist, you will die. Make your own choice, right? "Zhanluo Mozi said.

"There's no need to choose. Just take action. It's not yet certain who will live and who will die today." Lin Chen said with a smile.

"Haha, it seems that letting you kill those five useless old things has increased your confidence a lot. It's a pity that no matter how much confidence you have, it will be useless against His Highness."

Zhanluo Mozi also laughed, but his laughter gradually became colder, filled with demonic and murderous nature, crushing towards Lin Chen like a torrent of steel.

"Whether it's useless or not, you still need to compare it to know."

Lin Chen responded in a calm tone, then swung the Wandering Dragon Sword and pointed it at him.

Groan!

In the second stage, the origin of swordsmanship burst out like a torrent, causing the Wandering Dragon Sword to reflect thousands of sword lights, and dense sword patterns appeared in the dark void, like thousands of swords hanging in the air.

Boom boom boom...

The pure origin of swordsmanship collided with the two forces of magic and killing, and there was an endless roaring sound immediately, with sword light, magic light and blood-red light sputtering.

But as Zhanluo Mozi walked down the last step of the Demon Palace, Lin Chen's sword skills instantly fell into a disadvantage because he burst out with the power of blood again.

Wow!

Under the pitch-black sky, a river of blood surged out, pouring down mightily and forming a bright red ditch, which was very eye-catching and dazzling.

The pungent smell of blood rushed into Lin Chen's heart, and he felt that the outside of the spiritual world instantly turned red, with a turbid and thick meaning, corroding the spiritual world.

The next moment, there were demonic sounds and murderous sounds coming into the spiritual world, affecting Lin Chen's energy and spirit together, making him feel that the scene was dense and the killing was endless, which was very uncomfortable.

Lin Chen's eyes changed

When the sword was sharp, the pupils refracted the sword light, and the sword of spirit and the sword of will rushed up, extinguishing the demonic sound and killing sound, and then split the blood river with one sword.