Peerless Sword God

Mo Rong looked at Lin Chen in the Void Mirror and said: "With the Seven Tribulations Holy God realm, this boy has enough strength to rival the half-step ancient saint. He can be said to be a unique swordsmanship wizard. Given time, he will surely become an ancient saint." Holy shit, it’s a pity that he made a big mistake by killing Mo Chu, so he must die.”

"Please give the clan leader the order."

A group of giant demon wing tribes took the initiative to ask for help, saying that they wanted to kill Lin Chen and avenge Mo Chu.

"This son is not only a prodigy of swordsmanship, but also a Buddhist cultivator. His origins of Buddhism and the Holy Path of Light can weaken the origin of our clan's demonic path, so it is difficult for ordinary half-step ancient saints to kill him."

Mo Rong looked thoughtful, looking past the ancient saints and looking at the many half-step ancient saint geniuses behind him, considering which of his juniors to send to take action.

Suddenly, one of the young men with a stern face bowed and walked out, and said respectfully: "Clan leader, I am also a genius in swordsmanship. I have few enemies among my peers. I am willing to kill the sword saint of that day. I ask the clan leader to fulfill my wish. If he fails, I am willing to die to apologize.”

"Okay, among the descendants of my Troll Wing Clan, headed by your Demonic Swordsmanship, even half a step of the Holy God, is no match for you. I agree to your request and send you to kill that kid." Mo Rong was pleased. said.

"Thank you very much, Patriarch. Please wait a moment, Patriarch. Mo Lai will go down and get the head of the Sword Saint God that day."

Mo Lai bowed down, and immediately straightened his body like a giant sword, and walked towards the magic mirror of the void. The black cloak on his shoulders made a hunting sound, and flashed sword patterns, and a piece of magic sword light swayed, with extraordinary momentum. , instantly submerged into the Void Magic Mirror, and went to Blood Phoenix City.

Seeing this, the ancient saints of the Troll Wing Tribe complimented one after another: "The Patriarch Ying

Obviously, if the evil nephew takes action, he will definitely be able to capture him. "

"Yes." Mo Rong nodded noncommittally, and suddenly heard a person next to him say: "Brother Mo Rong, I think the nephew of Mo Rong has a solid background. If he kills that kid this time, he will definitely step into the realm of the ancient saint. "

The person sitting next to him is a middle-aged man in black robes, with a thin body and a deep gaze. He is surrounded by the aura of the netherworld, and his aura is as deep as the sea. Obviously, like Mo Rong, he is also an ancient saint with a high realm.

"Brother Ming Shang Dao, you're a great reward. You are a genius from the Ming Ling Tribe." Mo Rong said with a smile.

It turns out that this middle-aged man in black robe is one of the hundreds of ancient tribes, the leader of the Ming Ling Clan, Ming Shang.

Hearing Mo Rong's words, Ming Shang smiled, looked at Lin Chen in the Void Magic Mirror, and said: "The fact that this son has such heaven-reaching swordsmanship is related to the resurrection of the world in the Great Wilderness Star Region. After this incident, I We can discuss it later and send people to the Tianhuang Holy State to gain opportunities to avoid being attacked by other star regions, such as the Wuhe Demon Realm that is close to Chi Chi. Brother Mo Rong and Brother Zhan Hong, what do you think?"

After speaking, he glanced at Mo Rong sitting on the left, and then at the middle-aged man he called Zhan Hong sitting on the right.

This Zhan Hong is one of the hundreds of ancient clans, the clan leader of the Zhan Wu clan, and a powerful ancient saint.

He has blond hair, is about nine feet tall, and wears a golden robe embroidered with war patterns. His whole body is shining with golden light. He said with a smile: "In recent years, the Wuhe Demon Realm is about to move. We should really consider this matter, but the three of us If we still can’t agree upon it, we need to go to Dou Ling Clan and ask Taoist Brother Doutai for his opinion.”

"Brother Zhan Hongdao's words are right. We are in the wilderness.

Among all the clans in the Divine Realm, the Dou Ling Clan is respected. Brother Doutai is the leader of the Dou Ling Clan. We should really ask him what he means. "Mo Rong nodded.

"The three of us can agree on our opinions first, and then ask Brother Doutai."

Hearing what they said, Ming Shang nodded and stopped mentioning the matter. He immediately looked at the Void Magic Mirror and said: "The Demon Splitting Nephew has arrived in Blood Phoenix City. Two Taoist brothers, tell me how many moves he can make." Inside, kill that kid?"

"Thirty moves are enough." Mo Rong said.

"Brother Mo Rong has said so. It seems that he has great confidence in his nephew, so I naturally agree." Zhan Hong said with a smile.

"Thirty moves? That's almost it. Even if that kid still has a trump card, he is still no match for Demon Split Nephew." Ming Shang also nodded slightly.

The main hall returned to calm. The three Ming Shang people, as well as a group of ancient saints and half-step ancient saints, all turned their attention to the Void Mirror.

I saw the Demon Splinter coming to the sky above Blood Phoenix City, looking down at Han Linchen, and said arrogantly: "Boy, you heard clearly, I am the Demon Split of the Giant Demon Wing Clan, and I am here to get it on the order of the clan leader. Your head."

"The Great Desolate God Realm has sent people down again."

For example, Feng Zui and others who were mourning their heirs were overjoyed when they saw the magic crack falling from the sky, as if they saw hope again.

"Brother, this half-step ancient saint called Mo Chu seems to be stronger than Mo Chu just now." Mo Dao.

"Sword cultivator, he is a sword cultivator. I can feel that there is a powerful source of swordsmanship in his body. It seems that his understanding of swordsmanship is not weaker than that of Brother Tianjian." Motian Ming said seriously.

"It is indeed a sword cultivator, a half-step ancient sage's sword cultivator, an extraordinary half-step ancient sage can be compared, Brother Lin Chen thought

It might be a little troublesome to deal with him. "

Yuan Hong and Chang Tian frowned. They used to be the Ancient Sages of Tianming. Their eyesight was better than that of the Motianming brothers. They could truly feel the power of the Demonic Crack, and they couldn't help but worry about Lin Chen.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if he is a swordsman, Lin Chen can still kill him."

Zhetian and Chaos Qingniu curled their lips, with nonchalant expressions on their faces, both confident in Lin Chen.

Lin Chen raised his head and looked at the arrogant Demon Crack in the air above, with a fighting spirit in his eyes, and said: "I have never fought or killed a half-step ancient sage's sword cultivator. Today starts with you."

"Madman, since you know my identity as a sword cultivator, how dare you still despise me like this?"

Mo Cai shouted coldly, looking down at Lin Chen with contempt, and said: "My Cloud-Splitting Demon Sword has not drunk the blood of Sword Cultivator for a long time. You are the blood of the Life God Clan, and your Qi and blood are powerful enough to allow my Cloud-Splitting Demon Sword to drink it." A pleasure.”

After saying that, he spread out his broad right hand, and a giant seven-foot-long magic sword emerged.

The blade of this Cloud-Splitting Demonic Sword is wide, engraved with demonic sword patterns, and has multiple blood grooves. It interweaves two kinds of red and black light. The tip of the sword makes a whistling sound, exuding a crazy and bloodthirsty smell, giving people a sense of blood. A strong illusion, as if this is not a sword, but a bloodthirsty monster.

"Crazy disciple, follow my move of Demon Cloud Sword Slash."

Demon Crack stepped down through the air, his body full of demon energy boiling, his blood rolling, blending into the Cloud Splitting Demon Sword, the tip of the sword pointed towards the sky, and immediately drew the demon clouds all over the sky, like black clouds pressing down on the city, bursting out thousands of demon sword lights, as soft as clouds , pouring down towards Lin Chen.

Groan!

Fierce sword whistles were heard, and the source of the holy path of the sword was emitted, and the two holy paths of demon and cloud were released.

The source merged, pulling the sword light of ten thousand demonic paths to converge, turning into a giant black and white sword energy, slashing towards Lin Chen's Tianling Cap.