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- Boom!
In the midst of exclamation, the Son of Yanghe fell obliquely from a high altitude onto the sword platform, and then rolled hundreds of feet away before slowly coming to a stop.
His body surface was covered with scars, his face was as white as rice paper, his lips were chapped, his eyes were round, and he was in a state of sluggishness, which seemed difficult to accept.
Wow!
The exclamations inside and outside Zishan instantly turned into an uproar.
Those disciples who thought that the Son of Yanghe could defeat Lin Chen were all dumbfounded, with shock written all over their faces.
Shengzi Yunfeng said blankly: "Shengzi Yanghe lost?" He looked at Lin Chen again, and his face flushed when he thought of Lin Chen's defeat.
"This Tianjian Shengzi is really a monster, he even defeated Yanghe." Zhongtian Shengzi touched his head and said in disbelief.
"I underestimated you." Shengzi Mingye's face froze and he said in a blunt tone.
"Son of the Heavenly Sword, you are really incomprehensible."
Shengzi Qiantian was filled with emotion. When he saw Lin Chen for the first time, he had this feeling, but he never thought that Lin Chen could go this far.
"This kid gave us an accident."
The First Elder, the Seventh Elder, and the Twelfth Elder looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and they admired Lin Chen more and more in their hearts.
The Second Elder also looked at Lin Chen in surprise, cleared his throat immediately, and said, "Sage Son of Heavenly Sword wins."
The sound spread all over Zishan and inside, and immediately caused another upsurge.
"The Son of Yanghe is ranked seventh, and he lost to the Son of Heaven Sword. Does that mean that the Son of Wanjian, the Saint of Qin Qing, and the Son of Chongtian who are ranked behind him are not his opponents?"
"The Holy Son of Chongtian lost to the Holy Son of Ming Ye, and the Holy Maiden of Qin Qing lost to the Holy Maiden of Illusion. They may not be the opponents of the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword, but it is difficult for the Holy Son of Wanjian to judge, because he has not made a move yet. , the specific strength is unknown."
"Although this is the case, after this battle, it is enough to prove that the Heavenly Sword Saint Son has the strength to compete for the top ten. It is really amazing. After all, he is just a Void God Emperor."
Those disciples who questioned Lin Chen before now began to praise Lin Chen in turn, and praised him without hesitation, even surpassing the Holy Son of the Night and the Illusory True Maiden.
The first dark horse is well-deserved!
Swish!
Lin Chen looked as usual, dispersed the Hunyuan Shengtian Sword, then held the Youlong Sword, fell from the sky, looked at Yanghe Shengzi, and asked, "Can you still stand up?"
Lying on the stage, Yanghe Shengzi coughed bitterly, raised a hand and shook it: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
After saying this, he struggled to get up, struck the ground with his sword, brushed aside the messy hair in front of his eyes, raised his head and said to Lin Chen, "Damn it, you are stronger than what he said."
Lin Chen smiled dumbly, and said, "Thank you, you are also very good."
"Oh, but now I regret challenging you, forget it, I'll go down to heal my wound first, it hurts so much."
The Son of Yanghe said a joke with a bitter face, then turned and left. He had no regrets on his face. It is a kind of luck to be able to compete with a genius like Lin Chen.
Seeing his slightly staggering back, Lin Chen smiled, and immediately put away the Dragon Sword, stepped on the light of the sword, and flew out of the sword platform lightly.
Seeing Lin Chen's return, Saint Son Yunfeng said with emotion: "Son of Heavenly Sword, this time I am completely convinced by you."
When Lin Chen heard this, he joked with him: "Oh, so you were dissatisfied with me before? All right, how about we compete later?"
"Don't, don't, I'm not your match."
Shengzi Yunfeng hurriedly waved his hands, shrugged and said: "I can predict the direction of your previous competitions, but this one is completely beyond my expectations."
"It's just that I won a competition. The next opponent is even stronger. I don't have the confidence to win."
Lin Chen shook his head and smiled, then sat down cross-legged in the pavilion, and said, "I'll rest first, and you should get ready quickly. Someone will challenge you soon."
Shengzi Yunfeng smiled and said: "It's okay, even if no one challenges me, I will take the initiative."
Moan!
At this time, the sound of sword chanting came from the sword platform again, and two figures were seen coming and going, one was the Son of Ten Thousand Swords, and the other was the Son of Star Punishment.
Son Punishment of Stars ranked fifth in the last Zishan Discussion of Swords, so he competed with Son of Wanjian, and everyone felt that he had a great chance of winning. 强牺 wanbar.net 读牺
Unexpectedly, the result was unexpected, and the winner turned out to be the Son of Thousand Swords.
Sure enough, as some saints and disciples said, the ranking of the last Zishan Lunjian cannot be used to measure this Zishan Lunjian.
It can be said that everyone is making progress, and whoever makes more progress is the winner.
In the fourth competition, the Saintess Yanqing took the initiative to challenge the Saintess Liyuan and won, which proved this point again.
Boom!
Chongtian Shengzi fell on the sword platform like an iron tower. He opened his copper bell and glanced at Yunfeng Shengzi, and said: "Yunfeng, Tianjian Shengzi and others have extraordinary abilities. , so what if I don¡¯t know you? Do you have the guts to compare with me?¡±
Shengzi Yunfeng smiled when he heard the words, and said: "Hehe, I don't have anything else, but I still have some courage."
When he was speaking, he had already stood up, and when he finished speaking, he had already stood on the sword platform, cupped his hands towards the Son of Heaven, and said, "Come on."
"How dare you!"
Son Zhongtian praised, and immediately swung his sword to fight with Shengzi Yunfeng.
At the beginning, he was still very confident, but as the battle became more and more intense, he began to waver.
In the end, he was defeated by Shengzi Yunfeng, his face flushed, and he panted, "Good guy, Yunfeng, your ability to overcome rigidity with softness is getting stronger and stronger."
Although his swordsmanship is strong and he is good at melee combat, but in front of Shengzi Yunfeng who uses softness to overcome strength, 10% of the attack is taken away by nearly 20% to 30%.
Shengzi Yunfeng said modestly: "It's just a glimpse of the door, I still need to work harder."
"Convinced."
Shengzi Chongtian wiped his forehead, and immediately turned to leave the sword stage, but was ridiculed by Shengzi Wanjian: "Chongtian, it seems that you can't even keep the tenth place this time."
The Son of Chongtian was not angry either, he grinned and said: "Don't rush to blame me, the Saint Son of Heavenly Sword is not necessarily worse than you, maybe you will lose worse than me at that time."
"Haha, then just watch."
Wanjian Shengzi laughed, but a trace of solemnity flashed in the depths of his pupils. After all, the strength of Lin Chen and the others is obvious to all.
"The Holy Son of the Night Wins!"
After about one stick of incense, the voice of the Second Elder resounded inside and outside Zishan.
Seeing that Shengzi Mingye defeated the ninth-ranked Saint Qinqing, everyone realized that what he had said to Shengzi Chongtian was by no means empty words.
He really wants to challenge from ranking tenth to number one!
Seeing this, the Son of Chongtian gloated and said to the Son of Wanjian: "You are ranked eighth, and that guy should challenge you later."
A sharp flash of light flashed in Wanjian Shengzi's eyes, and he said decisively: "I will make him look good."
"Is it up to you?"
Sitting alone in the pavilion, the Son of Ming Ye, who heard what the Son of Wanjian said, thought in his heart, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. make big make owl
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