Everyone's eyes were focused on the past, full of incredulity, and at this moment, next to the seventh sword platform, there was no sound!

Li San got up from the ground in an instant, with a happy face, and hurriedly ran over from behind the crowd, the fat on his face was shaking.

Ye Ling'er firmly grasped Cen Lin's hand, and the two looked straight at Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen opened his eyes slightly, exhaled deeply, struggled to hold his body up with his right hand, and then stood up slowly. The scabbed wound on his shoulder was opened, and blood continued to slide down his arm from his fingertips.

He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "Jingle bell~" The wind chimes pinned to his waist rang in bursts, making a beautiful and joyful sound.

Shao Qi's eyes widened, and his face was full of incredulity. Seeing Zhao Chen stand up, his face became more and more solemn.

Everyone under the sword platform looked at him, Zhao Chen's eyes swept away, smiled at Ye Ling'er and the three of them and nodded, and then looked at the person standing in the air on the side.

"Continue?" the man asked.

"Go ahead!"

I saw that the man took a deep look at Zhao Chen, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes, and then the figure disappeared in a flash.

"Okay!" Li San kept clapping his hands vigorously, his face full of excitement.

Then, the second sound, the third sound, until the thunderous applause under the entire sword platform.

"Senior Brother Zhao, come on!"

"Senior Brother Zhao is good. ”

At this moment, Zhao Chen's strength and indomitable spirit infected every disciple under the sword platform.

Chu Zhongyuan stood in the distance, his brows furrowed, and then he relaxed.

"No matter how hard you struggle, it's useless. Chu Zhongyuan said to himself secretly. Although Shao Qi's whole body aura was depleted and he almost lost his combat effectiveness, he knew that he still had a sword!

Shao Qi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, stood up, propped his left hand on the hilt of the Qilin sword, looked at Zhao Chen not far away, and smiled heartily.

"Senior Brother Zhao Chen is really extraordinary, Senior Brother admires! However, I still have a sword here, I don't know if you can take it." As he spoke, a sword pill appeared between his fingers.

"Come on!" Zhao Chen retracted his mind and glanced at Shao Qi's fingers, his gaze determined.

Zhao Chen waved his big hand, and the Shocking Cloud Sword continued to shake in the distance, and then it rose to the ground with a "poof", and the sword body roared, flying towards Zhao Chen at great speed, hovering above his head, like a purple swimming dragon.

Zhao Chen had seen the fighting method between Cen Lin and Chu Zhongyuan, and he deeply understood how terrifying the cultivation of the Spirit Yuan Realm was. As for the sword in that sword pill, it must be a terrifying anomaly!

But horror is horror, and what should be faced is still to be faced.

I don't know what the road ahead is, but I have already held the sword in my hand, and I can do it with a sword.

One person and one sword stood on the sword platform, Zhao Chen's whole body was dancing, and the purple Shenhua in his eyes flowed.

"I admire that you still have the strength to fight, but this sword... Shao Qi said, looked down at the sword pill between his fingers, and then raised his head, his eyes were leisurely: "It's a fateful sword, you can't resist it." ”

The words fell, and the sword pill broke in response to the sound at the fingertips.

At this moment, a snowflake fell from the sky and landed on Zhao Chen's right hand, and there was a hint of chill.

Immediately afterward, more and more snowflakes were sprinkled in the sky.

"It's snowing!" someone broke the silence, looking stunned.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and Shao Qi's robe exploded in an instant, and then his body flew out at great speed, rolling in the sky, and smashed into the distance, unconscious. There was not a single strand on the whole body, it was full of sword marks, and blood flowed.

And a golden light instantly soared into the sky above the sword platform and disappeared from the sky.

Suddenly, the sky was overcast, and above the sky, dark clouds continued to shroud towards Qixia Peak, surging wildly. Thunder and lightning flashed wildly, snow fell, and a powerful force filled the entire space.

All the disciples were stunned when they saw this!

On the central attic, a gold-robed elder stood up, using his finger as a sword, and was about to slash into the sky. Suddenly, a mottled hand pressed against his arm, glowing with gold.

The elder glanced sideways slightly, with a puzzled expression: "Elder Chu, is this a little inappropriate?"

"It's okay!" came a faint voice, and the voice was extremely cold.

The elder seemed to be a little displeased, glanced at Zhao Chen below, and finally sat down and closed his eyes.

At this time, a thousand colorful clouds rose under the sword platform.

Chu Zhongyuan, who was in the distance, looked over, and his figure flashed in an instant and disappeared in place.

Under the sword platform, Ye Ling'er's face was full of anxiety, her face was flushed, and she grabbed Cen Lin's arm with both hands, pleading with a face. Cen Lin glanced sideways at her, and then colored Shenhua flowed between her fingers, and her body wanted to fly straight up.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of them.

"Cen Lin, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs. Chu Zhongyuan's face was gloomy, and he blocked Cen Lin's body.

"Chu Zhongyuan, you bastard, you go away for me!" Ye Ling'er scolded, with a hint of tremor in her voice.

Chu Zhongyuan glanced at Ye Ling'er and did not speak, but stared at Cen Lin with his eyes, and his body was glowing with a looming golden light.

"Chu Zhongyuan, you are healed, the scar has forgotten the pain, right? Cen Lin had anger in her eyes.

"I'm not going to let you do it today. As he spoke, a page of golden foil appeared in Chu Zhongyuan's palm.

Cen Lin looked startled: "Tianhe Divine Scroll." ”

A heart sank, and Cen Lin looked up at Zhao Chen on the sword platform.

I'm sorry junior brother, I can't help you in this battle.

。。。

Just as all this was happening, the dark clouds in the sky became denser and denser, constantly spinning, forming a huge whirlpool, accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning, the sound was huge and terrifying.

Suddenly, a golden light lit up in the center of the huge and terrifying vortex.

"Roar!" a dragon groan resounded in the sky, constantly reverberating, and then a huge golden five-clawed divine dragon flew out from the center of the whirlpool, with a deafening dragon groan, and flew towards the ground at great speed.

A powerful air pressure pressed down from the air, and the sword platform on which Zhao Chen was standing slammed into the ground, making his body stagger.

Zhao Chen watched the divine dragon get closer and closer, touched the wind chime pinned to his waist with his hand, and then raised his hand to point, and the Shocking Cloud Sword fell into Zhao Chen's palm with a long roar.

Ling'er, I'm going to swing this sword to you.

Senior Brother Ziyuan, I want to tell you the story of this sword.

At this moment, the Cloud Thrilling Sword continued to tremble, and a sharp hiss pierced the sky. Purple flames burned all over Zhao Chen's body, and the purple six-pointed star divine bloom on his chest surged, constantly spinning, tearing the space around Zhao Chen apart. The sword platform under his feet also exploded in an instant, turning into powder and shattering in the void.

Zhao Chen stood with his sword in his hand, and his long hair had fallen out at some point, and his long hair danced wildly in the wind. He let out a loud shout, and his body flew towards the golden dragon at a rapid speed.

Suddenly, Zhao Chen's chest was full of brilliance, and on the tip of the Astonishing Cloud Sword, majestic purple Dao Qi gushed out, and the space continued to tremble, forming a huge rotating purple six-pointed star in front of the Astonishing Cloud Sword.

The purple six-pointed star collided with the golden divine dragon in an instant, and the sky and earth suddenly changed color. A strong light suddenly erupted, setting off a terrifying spatial wave above the sky, whistling away into the distance. Bursts of hissing and roaring echoed in the sky.

Under the sword platform, the disciples of the Saint Yuan Realm, who had a lower cultivation, were all pressed to the ground by this tremendous power, unable to move, while the disciples of the Qianyuan Realm knelt on one knee and resisted to the death. The power of this battle is absolutely shocking to them, and they can't look at it directly.

After a while, the snow stopped, and the black clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the huge pressure that swept through gradually disappeared.

One by one, the disciples under the sword platform stood up from the ground, staring at the sky with shocked faces.

After that strong collision, the purple light all over Zhao Chen's body dissipated, and the purple six-pointed star on his chest also dimmed. I saw him slowly fall from the sky with the Shocking Cloud Sword in his hand, his eyes staring ahead, and half of his body was dyed red with blood gushing from his shoulders.

One man and one sword fell like this, and the entire sky behind him was dyed purple.

After a while, Zhao Chen fell to the ground, and the Shocking Cloud Sword was inserted in front of him. He looked ahead, looked at the people in front of him, and a look of relief suddenly stretched out.

Not far away, a figure appeared beside Zhao Chen, and shouted at everyone: "Xiaoyao Peak Zhao Chen, win!"

At this moment, there was no cheering, no applause. Only one after another, full of shocked figures, stood in place.

"Finally, is it over?"

Zhao Chen muttered to himself, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his body fell straight back.

"Zhao Chen!" came the exclamation.

Ye Ling'er, Cen Lin, and Li Sansan quickly rushed towards Zhao Chen, and the other disciples of Xiaoyao Peak also followed, standing on both sides, their eyes full of admiration.

"Zhao Chen, wake up. Ye Ling'er wrapped her arms around Zhao Chen, held him in her arms, and kept calling Zhao Chen, tears flowed uncontrollably.

This scene pulled everyone back from their horror, and looked at Zhao Chen who fell in Ye Ling'er's arms, full of admiration.

"Senior Brother Zhao is too strong!"

"Yes, this is not a battle at the level of the Qianyuan Realm at all, Senior Brother Zhao's sword is enough to be proud of the entire sword competition!"

。。。

For a while, the whole space became noisy again, and there was a lot of discussion.

Only at the back of the crowd, Chu Zhongyuan clenched his fists, his face was solemn, and he looked at Zhao Chen viciously.

He never expected Zhao Chen to be able to take this sword. Chu Zhongyuan regretted with anger, and then slammed his fist on the big tree beside him, and the figure went away.

This sword, the sword of fate!

Zhao Chen won!