"Brother Ling Chen, this Beigong Lan has good strength, be careful."

Sima Xiaoyao covered his chest, and there was a sword hole on his chest, which was given by Beigong Lan just now.

This person's swordsmanship is uncanny, and he can be called a kendo, even if it is Ling Chen, I am afraid it may not be this person's opponent.

"If even this Heavenly Mandate Swordsman can't be defeated, then he is not qualified to fight me."

Jian Wushuang sat on the arrogant seat that day, looking at everything below, although this Beigong Lan was very strong, but he hadn't put it in his eyes yet, if Ling Chen lost to Beigong Lan, then there would be no need for him and Ling Chen's battle.

Then there is only one opponent left.

Jian Wushuang's gaze looked at Wei Wuxian, who was sitting not far away.

This guy, who is likely to become a sword demon, is his fierce rival.

However, Wei Wuxian didn't seem to notice Jian Wushuang's gaze, and his attention was always on Ling Chen's body.

The center of the venue.

"Ling Chen, right, it is said that you were the champion of the Heavenly Sword Conference, which is indeed quite good, but unfortunately, this is the territory of the Ninth Stream Conference, and your most proud strength is nothing at all when you get here."

Beigong Lan looked at Ling Chen indifferently.

"Don't talk nonsense, make a move."

Ling Chen didn't pull out his sword, so he stretched out his hand and motioned for Beigong Lan to make a move.

"Arrogance!"

Beigong Lan's eyes suddenly became gloomy, he originally wanted to educate Ling Chen as a senior, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't have the attitude that a junior should have, he really didn't know what etiquette was, and he was extremely arrogant.

With a "sonorous" sound, Beigong Lan's sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and with a decisive killing intent, it slashed towards Ling Chen.

"Desperate!"

Beigong Lan's sword light bloomed with a distorted light, making the entire sword body seem to be virtual and real, obviously only a stone's throw away from Ling Chen, but it looked like it was still a thousand meters away.

"It's this sword!"

Sima Xiaoyao smiled bitterly, when he was fighting with Beigong Lan just now, he was injured by this sword, otherwise he would not have been defeated so quickly.

At this time, Ling Chen seemed to be stunned in place, without any reaction, so that many people sweated for Ling Chen, but just when the tip of the sword was about to stab the latter, the sword in the latter's hand was like a stroke of genius, automatically unsheathed, blocked in front of him, and blocked the sword light that shot fiercely.

Clang!

The bright sparks burst out, and although Beigong Lan's sword was wonderful and unexpected, it did not hurt Ling Chen in the slightest, but directly grazed Ling Chen's side.

"What, you avoided it?"

A look of surprise appeared in Beigong Lan's eyes, he thought in his heart that this sword would definitely be able to seriously injure Ling Chen, because the latter's reaction was too slow, one beat slower than he imagined, but even if it was a beat slower, Ling Chen still blocked his sword, which was what surprised him the most!

Unless he started from the beginning, Ling Chen had already seen his sword moves clearly.

But how is this possible?

After avoiding Beigong Lan's sword, Ling Chen suddenly slashed out the Chitian Sword in his hand and attacked Beigong Lan's abdomen.

Not to be shocked, Beigong Lan's figure retreated violently, and with a "snort", the sword light scraped through his abdomen, scraping a crack in Beigong Lan's body protection true qi.

After retreating dozens of meters, Beigong Lan stabilized his body, but when he looked down, his abdomen was cold, and the clothes there had been torn apart at some point, exposing his stomach to the outside of his clothes.

This made Beigong Lan couldn't help but be shocked and angry, this kid's swordsmanship was so powerful, if he was a little careless just now, wouldn't he want Ling Chen to be seriously injured?

Even if he wasn't injured now, he also felt extremely ashamed to let Ling Chen cut his clothes.

"Damn stinky boy, I'm going to let you out sideways!"

Beigong Lan, as a famous swordsman of the younger generation, when had he been humiliated like this, he was suddenly furious, and the true qi of his whole body was agitated, and all of it was poured into the long sword in his hand.

The astonishing sword intent spread out, and it contained an extremely strong coercion, as if this Beigong Lan was really adhering to the will of heaven and was a child of destiny blessed by God.

"Fengtian carrier, sword of fate!"

With a loud shout, Beigong Lan suddenly slashed down with a sword, and the majestic sword intent was suppressed with this sword, as if the mountain was pressing down on the top and blasted towards Ling Chen.

In the dark, there was an aura that locked on Ling Chen, trying to take the lead and suppress Ling Chen before the sword qi could slash down.

"Ling Chen, your fate of failure is doomed!"

Beigong Lan was condescending and shouted at Ling Chen's thunder.

"Just a half-saint, dare to talk about fate?"

A flash of essence light suddenly burst out from Ling Chen's eyes, and suddenly, a sword shadow shot out from the top of his head, soaring straight into the sky, and shot towards Beigong Lan!

Where the sword shadow passed, Beigong Lan's sword momentum was torn apart like rags and fell apart.

"That's ...... Saint-grade sword intent! ”

The white-robed Sword Saint exclaimed in surprise and stood up from his seat with a look of surprise.

"I didn't expect that this Ling Chen had not only cultivated the sword art to an extremely high level, but his sword intent had actually reached such a terrifying level."

At the beginning, he was amazed by Ling Chen's swordsmanship, but then the sword demon aura released by Wei Wuxian was undoubtedly superior to Ling Chen, but now, Ling Chen once again showed a saint-level sword intent, making the white-robed sword saint look at Ling Chen again.

"This kid, is he one step ahead of me and raised his sword intent to this level?"

Jian Wushuang's face became solemn, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.

"Saint-grade sword intent? Interesting. ”

The corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth curled.

"How can the younger generation have a saint-level sword intent?"

The most shocking thing was Beigong Lan, who was closest to Ling Chen, he felt that his sword momentum had completely collapsed, the so-called providence, the aura of fate, under the absolute crushing of Ling Chen's saint-level sword intent, there was nothing to hide, and he was defeated and retreated.

"If this is the will of God, I will destroy the heavens! One of my swords, slashing fate! ”

Every time Ling Chen took a step, Beigong Lan's momentum weakened, and after five steps, Beigong Lan's face turned pale, and the previous momentum was gone, struggling to support.

Poof!

Finally, after Ling Chen took the sixth step, Beigong Lan suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out, like a wounded goose, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Terrible! Defeat the other party with sword intent alone! ”

Many of the younger generations were shocked, Ling Chen only took six steps, and he didn't draw his sword until the last moment, and it was unbelievable that he defeated the Heavenly Mandate Swordsman Beigong Lan in this situation.

(End of chapter)