Thunder Martial

The crack extended thousands of feet away, and countless purple and gold lights reflected from it.

Zichen, whose chest was bleeding, stood in the air, and the long staff in his hand that was originally emitting purple and gold light, the lines on it became dim again.

It turned into that ordinary black long stick again, which looked very inconspicuous.

And in front, tens of feet away, Sheng Lun stood above the crack, also motionless.

In his hand, the Yunyu sword had already been driven into the crack.

The whole city fell into silence in an instant.

No one understood exactly what happened.

Is it Saint Lun who won?

Or did Zi Chen win?

Some people felt bad when they saw that Sheng Lun had no weapons in his hands, but they still had expectations deep in their hearts.

They are looking forward to the victory of Saint Lun, or longing for the victory of Saint Lun!

"puff!"

In mid-air, Zi Chen coughed up blood, his body began to fall, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, the extraordinary long stick fell aside.

In the quiet city, cheers rang out.

Because Saint Lun is still standing in the sky.

Zi Chen coughed another mouthful of blood, then stood up slowly, the cheers in the city also stopped abruptly, and the whole city became quiet again.

"you lose."

Zi Chen said aloud, his voice was calm and somewhat indifferent.

"This is impossible!"

Sheng Lun finally spoke out, and just when everyone felt that he hadn't fallen yet and still hoped to win, they saw bloodstains continuously overflowing from his forehead, and his body fell from the sky and fell into the huge crack .

His last breath of life dissipated along with those few words.

Saint Lun is dead!

Zichen is still alive!

The outcome of this battle has been decided!

There is no more suspense, and the city is wailing.

"This is impossible!"

From the holy soul mountain, there was a furious voice from Sheng Rong, but no one heard it.

Ouli stood there without saying a word, just a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide it, and he was also very proud.

Because he chose the right person.

Zi Chen finally justified the name of Zhen Dou Shu.

"The young master still has vision."

Wu Youde could only sigh with emotion, the battle was full of twists and turns, but Zi Chen won the victory in the end.

Even the top 100 Yun Yujian lost.

On the third floor of Shengbing Mountain, Zi Chen walked forward and came to the edge of the crack. He lowered his head and looked down. He only saw the body of Sheng Lun.

He looked in another direction, and there was a strange beast that disappeared in a flash and fled to the distance. It should belong to Sheng Lun's pet beast.

Zichen didn't let the ghost chase him.

The battle is over and he's ready to move on to the next level.

At this moment, countless lights were seen coming from all directions, and they were streaks of sharp breaths, coming from all the Holy Soul Soldiers on the third floor of the Holy Soldiers Mountain.

At the same time, they each emit a ray of light.

These rays of light gathered together, dense like raindrops, with a strong breath, but no killing intent.

Zi Chen was puzzled, and his expression became dignified.

I saw the long black stick out of Zichen's hand and flew towards the sky.

All the light went towards the long black stick and was absorbed by it.

The next moment, the Holy Soul Soldiers on this floor, and even the other two floors, all moved in the direction of the black stick, worshiping and submitting.

The power of the soldier soul between heaven and earth seemed to be summoned, and it went towards the black stick in the air, and a huge devouring vortex appeared around it.

The baptism spirit pool, which had never been used before, turned into streams of energy light at this moment, leaving streamers of ribbons between the sky and the earth, which came to the black stick and were absorbed by it.

The holy soldier mountain also began to shake, releasing an ancient and powerful aura, thus announcing the birth of a new hundred soldiers.

Yes, after defeating Yunyujian, Zichen's long black stick was recognized and took the place of Yunyujian.

Although it was only the last weapon, it still attracted the vision of Shengbing Mountain.

This vision lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and after all the energy disappeared, the long black stick fell from the sky and landed in Zi Chen's hands.

The flickering light on its surface, the reappearance and extinction of the lines, turned into the quaint appearance before, and it seems that there is no huge change.

But Zichen knew that it had become different. With the approval of Shengbing Mountain and absorbed so much power of the soldier soul, it would win more easily against Yunyujian.

And Zi Chen believed that after this battle, Yun Yujian would not dare to appear again.

Jing Ling retracted her gaze, and murmured: "I saw your potential last time, but unfortunately, the people who use you are too weak. This time, your vision is good, and you have met someone worthy of you. your master."

The long stick that can challenge the Yunyu Sword, even if its owner is weak, it is still very powerful. In the eyes of the world, it is definitely a magic weapon.

It's just a pity that after the death of that generation of masters, the masters after it were unable to meet its requirements. Even if they got the black long stick, they couldn't exert its own power. It's just a soul soldier.

Of course, those masters will never know, they never let the black long stick truly recognize the master.

After the battle was over, it was meaningless for Zi Chen to stay on this floor.

He went to the next level.

Everything is going smooth.

Seeing that Zi Chen had successfully ascended to the fourth floor, the She Shan brothers couldn't bear it any longer and cheered loudly, this time they made a profit again.

Their cheers were in stark contrast to the howling and cursing around them.

From time to time, someone cast envious and jealous eyes at the two brothers.

Zi Chen, who came to the fourth floor of Shengbing Mountain, first saw a baptism spirit pool. It didn't look big, but the spiritual power rippling in it was very abundant.

There was nothing in the spirit pond, but beside the spirit pond, there were two people standing.

Lan Gumeng and the mountain pass.

After the two entered the fourth floor, they did not baptize their weapons immediately, but waited here.

Because they believed that Zi Chen would be able to win, they deliberately waited here.

Of course, if Zi Chen fails to win, the two will join hands here to kill Sheng Lun, no matter what the price is.

This is the plan of the two of them!

After seeing Zi Chen, the two immediately stepped forward, very happy.

Zi Chen spread his arms, and embraced the two daughters one by one under countless envious and jealous eyes.

In an instant, I don't know how many people gritted their teeth at Zi Chen, wishing to replace him.

"Why are you still here?" Zi Chen asked.

"Waiting for you to go together." Lan Gumeng said: "We know you will definitely come up."

Shan Ya said: "You should heal your injuries first."

In the previous battle, Zi Chen was also seriously injured, and there is still blood on his chest at this moment.

The reason why he came to the fourth floor immediately was obviously because he was worried that other people on the third floor would fish in troubled waters.

But now that he saw the two of them, he felt relieved.

After two hours, Zi Chen's injury had already healed. He stood up and looked at the biggest opportunity in front of him.

Next, it's time to harvest.

The stick and shield flew out and flew forward.

Shanya and Lan Gumeng each took out their own Holy Soul Soldiers.

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