A cold angry shout rang out.

Wu Zhengyu's eyes were glowing with red light, staring at Chen Changan deadly, his wide eyes as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Although he couldn't see his eyes clearly, he could still see the cold murderous intent in his scaly face.

"You're proud to be able to force me to this point!"

"Next, let's take a good look at the power of the Law Phase!"

Wu Zhengyu looked at Chen Chang'an, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, turning into a cold smile.

At the same moment, his arms covered with crimson scales slowly raised, and the lava battle flame spear that he had been holding tightly in his chest quietly disappeared, actually suspended in the void in front of his arms.

The golden crow phantom behind him let out a loud scream.

On the lava battle flame spear, golden runes quietly lit up, as if they came to life in an instant, circling along the spear, condensing towards the tip of the spear.

A little golden mang.

The gold is extremely red, and the red sun generally illuminates the entire hall.

Sou!

A piercing gunshot rang out quietly.

The strong light broke through the air, like a pillar of crimson light shooting towards Chen Changan's chest.

This shot not only exerted the power of the law phase, but also the power of the lava battle flame spear and the power of the golden crow bloodline after he turned into a half-demon.

The entire hall seemed to be frozen at the moment when the spear broke through the air.

The wine was tasteless and stagnant, and even the air seemed to stop at this moment.

Countless eyes looked at the spear, and also at Chen Changan.

Everyone is paying attention to how Chen Changan can resist under this shot.

"I said, it's my turn to attack!"

Chen Changan looked at the crimson pillar of light coming towards him, his face did not change, and he let the heat wave lap on the robe around him, and between the black hair flying, the sword in his hand was slowly raised.

At this moment, his eyes were extremely calm, like a lake between the cold cliffs frozen for 10,000 years on the back mountain of Kunlun.

In a moment, his hand holding the sword slowly raised.

A wisp of white sword aura emerged from the blade of the Voidless Sword.

That wisp of forest white seemed to be unusual, without half a dazzling brilliance, let alone the blessing of mysterious runes, it looked like a sword aura condensed by a monk who had just stepped into the spiritual realm.

However, it was this ordinary sword aura that instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Around the main hall, there are forces from all sides.

All the cultivators who watched this scene felt their hearts tremble, for some reason, that white sword qi was obviously insignificant compared to the red light of the lava battle flame spear, and it could even be said that the firefly was more attractive than the bright moon, but both the eyes and the soul felt that the white sword qi was a little more attractive.

The White Emperor sat in front of the hall, his golden eyes condensed slightly, and his palm was withdrawn from under the table and placed on the table.

"Soul Sword!"

"I didn't expect his talent to be so high, to be able to comprehend and learn all of Zhou Tieyi's sword!"

"It's no wonder that Zhou Tieyishu has encountered many Tianjiao disciples in the past hundred years, and he has accepted this Chen Changan as a disciple alone, but he is in the same realm, but at the age of youth, he can comprehend the sword path that others can't comprehend for a hundred years. ”

This is the voice of the White Emperor, and it is also the voice of the top forces such as Kunlun Daomen.

The old monk of Wuchan Temple, who had not paid much attention to the situation in the main hall on the side, slowly raised his head, the treasure robe on his body shook slightly, and the eyes on his old face that were almost closed like rags slowly opened, revealing a pair of cloudy but golden Buddha eyes.

"What does Uncle Shi think of him?" asked Zenzi on one side, seizing the opportunity.

The old monk looked at Chen Chang'an and paused for three seconds before he opened his mouth: "There is fate!"

These two words sound quite ordinary, but they are very intriguing.

Of course, compared to these two words, what shocked Zenzi even more was that Uncle Shi paused for three seconds before answering him.

You must know that this uncle of his is one of the few holy monks who has not yet sat down in the Wuchan Temple, and his cultivation of Buddhism is even a little more profound than his father, and the abbot of the Wuchan Temple also calls him a senior brother.

In the past, he asked this master questions, and unless he was unwilling to answer them, he would besiege the city and think about it for more than a breath every time.

And just now, he looked at Chen Changan, but he watched it for three breaths.

Is this boy really that unusual?

Zenzi looked at Chen Changan with wide eyes, and there was a complex light flashing in his clear eyes.

When he first saw Chen Changan, he felt that he had a fate, and then every time he saw him again, he felt fate, but his fate was fate, appreciation, and recognition, and it should be very unusual to think that the fate in the mouth of the master should be very unusual, after all, he once asked the master to evaluate the innate Dao body of Kunlun, and what he got was just the word "good".

In addition to the powerhouses of these top forces.

Some relatively powerful people also stared at the sword in Chen Changan's hand, looking familiar with it.

"This sword...... It's like Zhou Tieyi's sword qi in the Demon Emperor's Tomb!"

A demon powerhouse who had been to the Demon Emperor's tomb and seen Zhou Tieyi make a move frowned, and then whispered.

His voice fell, and the powerhouses of the other forces came back to their senses.

"It seems to be true!"

"It's like an ordinary sword qi, but it darkens the way of the soul. ”

"I said that it looks so familiar, it turned out to be this sword, and my uncle died under this weird sword of Zhou Tieyi!"

Many strong people realized it later, looking at Chen Changan's unkind face.

They didn't know how terrifying the sword that Zhou Tieyi could cast was in Chen Changan's hands, they only knew that this sword move had killed their elders, relatives and friends in the Demon Emperor's tomb.

Relative to the shock and anger of the powerful of the various forces.

Their disciples were puzzled.

In the face of such a strong shot, Chen Changan did not choose to dodge or resist, but attacked with a sword.

What was he thinking?

This is the doubt in their hearts.

They couldn't see through Chen Changan's sword, and they couldn't even understand the situation.

Everyone hesitated, which seemed to be slow, but in fact, it was only three or five breaths.

Wu Zhengyu's lava battle flame spear shot out in front of Chen Chang'an, and the firelight illuminated his face, as if it was about to nail his chest hole to the ground in the next second.

Chen Changan moved.

The Shadowless Sword in his hand slowly lifted, then swung down.

An understatement of the sword.

To be precise, it should be a fluttering sword.

Sen Bai's sword qi did not turn into a streamer and shoot out, but instantly dissipated into the void.

This sword came out, even the worldly mortals who had not yet practiced and just started to learn the sword were much more imposing than him.

Wu Zhengyu looked at this scene, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

Am I scared?

It's still ridiculous!

He was about to make fun of him, but he felt a chill in his body, as if he was going to die in the next second.

But there doesn't seem to be any public leave around the body.

His mind tensed, and then trembled violently.

No, it's not the coldness of the body, it's the coldness of the soul.

He was aware.

A wisp of white cold broke through his mud pill palace.

The wisp of cold was dazzlingly bright, heading straight for his primordial fetus.

The chill he felt was not brought by his body, but by the primordial spirit, that is, by the soul.

The light of the primordial god's fetus was overflowing, and the soul power in the mud pill palace surged, turning into a light curtain to resist the wisps of white sword qi.

However, in an instant, the light curtain was shattered, the soul power was almost exhausted, and the light of the primordial god's womb was instantly suppressed by the sword qi.

Wu Zhengyu felt as if he was going to suffocate in the next second, he clearly felt the breath of death, he was afraid, he was trembling, he wanted to howl miserably, and even wanted to kneel down to Chen Changan and beg for mercy, but he found that at this moment, the extremely powerful body was no longer under his control.

It's like a mortal being frightened to the extreme, scared out of his guts.

At this moment, his state is that his soul is frightened.

Wu Zhengyu's soul thoughts, no one can see, but his body, everyone can see it very clearly.

The red flame that originally enveloped the body was extinguished in an instant, the imposing half-demon body slowly faded its scales, his eyes returned to normal and even a little hollow, as for the lava war flame spear not far away that seemed to be about to pierce Chen Changan's chest in the next second, it also stopped instantly.

The lava flamespear that had been infused with too much power couldn't be extinguished in an instant.

However, its momentum also faded in an instant.

The few remaining demonic powers on the body of the spear slowly disappeared, turning into a dull golden spear, which fell weakly in the void.

Sonorous!

The lava battle flame spear, which was not weaker than the seventh-order Xuan Soldier, fell to the ground with a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding.

This voice made all the cultivators who had just been stunned for a moment come back to their senses.

"What's going on?"

"Why did Wu Zhengyu suddenly stop?"

"He hasn't won yet, shouldn't he?"

Countless disciples were full of doubts on their faces, and they were about to ask out loud.

"Stop!"

An old man sitting in front of the first column of the Jinwu clan stood up suddenly, and said loudly to Chen Changan with a panicked face: "Emperor Bai said that the main hall is only for competition, and the point will stop, you can't hurt Zhengyu's life!"

The old man's panicked voice sounded, instantly suppressing all the disciples who had doubts in their hearts.

The battle situation in front of them doesn't seem to be what they seem.

Why does it sound like Chen Changan is the winner?

Everyone was puzzled in their hearts, so they looked at Chen Changan one after another.

Chen Changan looked at the old man of the Jinwu clan, and said calmly: "It's okay to stop at the point, but he at least has to admit defeat, I don't seem to hear him admit defeat?"

The old man of the Golden Crow clan turned pale, and said, "Your soul sword has suppressed Zhengyu's primordial spirit, how can you make him admit defeat?"

Chen Changan said lightly: "If you don't admit defeat, you don't admit defeat, what you said is just your guess, how many people present can see it, or can your eyes see through other souls?"

The old man of the Golden Crow clan stared, "You ......"

Only spit out one word, but he was angry in his heart but couldn't say anything else.

On the side of the hall, the wine on Li Zhou's body had almost dispersed, and he immediately shouted: "Yes, I didn't see it, I think the Jinwu clan just wants to take the opportunity to cheat!"

Li Zhou's words fell, and the hall was silent.

Indeed, anyone with a discerning eye can guess the scene in front of him, but no one can really see it and say it clearly.

The Jinwu clan looked at Chen Changan and Li Zhou, and immediately became angry, snorted coldly at Chen Changan, and then bowed to the White Emperor in front of the hall and said, "Please also ask the White Emperor to be the master!"