Lin Chen stood there quietly, watching the fire centipede sword rushing towards him, and then, slowly closing his eyes, with a solemn face, in the exclamation of everyone, at the moment when the fire centipede was about to devour him, the strict primordial divine sword wrapped in gauze behind him, Huo Ran rose up and fell into his hand, and in an instant, the blue light was overwhelming, that was the divine light that could not be covered by heavy cloth, dazzling like a bright sun, and everyone subconsciously blocked it with gestures!

That's it!

Almost no one could see clearly, the blue light rushed towards the flames in the sky, proud as an invincible god, with unstoppable strength, tearing through the flames!

In the sea of clouds, the fire centipede's terrible roar, deafening, monstrous firelight, quickly dimmed, when everyone came back to their senses, the strange sword wrapped in cloth had returned to Lin Chen's hand, and he was backhanded to his back. ）

All of this, but in an instant! Almost no one could see how Lin Chen had defeated that amazing sword momentum!

Just when everyone was in astonishment—

"Click——!"

All I heard was a muffled sound, coming from the air.

Everyone looked up, and under the gaze of countless eyes, they only saw the fire centipede sword in the air, and a crack suddenly broke on the sword's body, and then it expanded rapidly, and after a while, this high-grade magic sword let out a painful sound, broke into two at once, and fell to the stage.

The power of the primordial gods, how can it be an ordinary magic weapon that can beat its edge!

Duan Yifeng, who had been holding on, had no trace of blood on his face at the moment, and he was crumbling, and finally saw the broken fire centipede sword inserted upside down in front of him, "Wow" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he couldn't support it anymore, he fell to the ground and fainted, but, what people couldn't figure out was that although his face was painful, there was a trace of indescribable smile.

In the middle of the sound, everyone in the audience looked at each other, speechless for a long time, everyone knew that the magic weapon that had been cultivated for a long time had been destroyed, what did this mean to immortal cultivators?

This is a point-to-point competition, not a life-and-death fight, they are people of the same vein, does Lin Chen, the senior brother, need to play such a heavy hand?

At this time, the disciples of Forgotten Dust Peak carried Duan Yifeng down with their hands and feet, and they looked at Lin Chen's gaze, with three points of anger and seven points of awe, but no one dared to step forward to talk to him.

Perhaps, this is the so-called high place is unbearable.

Lin Chen silently looked at the unconscious junior brother, but his heart was a little heavy, some people can be defeated, but they can't be despised, this junior brother turned out to be a proud person.

Many years ago, he blocked his sword with one finger, and since then Shushan has one more unknown rising star, and many years later, on this high-profile stage, he has won his respect.

On the broken blade of the fire centipede sword, there was still a faint cold light, and the spirit talisman sealed on the sword body emitted a faint red glow, as if it was struggling and smiling.

Then, it slowly faded away.

He sighed lightly and walked off the stage, and everyone silently parted ways as usual, watching Lin Chen leave without speaking.

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On the Pavilion.

Bing Cangyue frowned, looking at the strange sword that the young man was carrying that was heavily entangled in cloth, for some reason, Fang Cai's divine light was dazzling at that moment, and there was a feeling of déjà vu.

Mingyuechan on the side sighed lightly and said to Yan Jingchen: " Yifeng, this child, is the new brother of the Forgotten Dust Peak, when he was accepted into the Forgotten Dust Peak, he had the cultivation of the Sword Classics Five Heavens, I didn't think that after a few years, his cultivation actually entered the realm to this point, that is, in the younger generation is also a rising star, but it has been obscure, even we don't know, I really can't see that this child has such perseverance and will, you know, when he entered the Forgotten Dust Peak was completely for your name, although the talent is very high, but the heart is arrogant, he is so desperate to win Chen'er, I am afraid that it is also to prove himself, so that you can watch it。 ”

Yan Jingchen glanced at the figure of the young man in the distance lightly and did not speak.

Other people listened to Mingyuechan's words, but their hearts were complicated and difficult to understand, Yan Jingchen was famous, in this era, it seems that the outside world's understanding of Shushan, especially the younger generation, only recognize the first person in Shushan, Yan Jingchen, but they don't know much about the first of their veins, every year there are a lot of good seedlings, rushing to the name of Yan Jingchen into the door of Forget Chenfeng, which has to make the other first people have a mustard, you know, those talented brothers are all talents who can not be found.

Nie Mufeng, the first seat of Burning Yan Peak, couldn't help but say: "This is stoic, he is a rare talent, but it's a pity that he is an inner disciple." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone changed color slightly, and anyone could hear the meaning of his words, this kind of talent has already entered the house in each vein, but he was buried in Forgotten Dust Peak, this year's Pulse Martial Arts Martial Arts has produced many talents, only Yan Feng's vein, except for Nie Yang, there seems to be no surprise before appearing, it is no wonder that Nie Mufeng is hot for Duan Yifeng and other brothers.

Mingyuechan frowned, and was about to speak, but she heard Yan suddenly say coldly: "My brother Yan, it's not the turn of others to talk nonsense." ”

Nie Mufeng was suffocated, originally he also said it casually, but he didn't expect this junior brother who has always been indifferent to speak coldly in public, the first seat of the vein, on seniority, now with Ning Shiyuan's eight hundred years of Taoism first, he Nie Mufeng ranked behind, Yan Jingchen was the last, since the death of Master Xiaoyue, Master Cangyue took over the first seat of Bingyue Peak for four hundred years, and she has the least qualifications, Shu Mountain, Ning Shiyuan has a quirky temperament, and has always been out of the group, except for the senior brother in charge, Nie Mufeng has long been accustomed to relying on the old and selling the old, even a few of their old guys can't see through it......

Nie Mufeng's face was cloudy, but when he saw Ning Shiyuan's playful gaze, Ling Feng, Shangguan Xi and the others around him looked like they were smiling, and suddenly their faces were dull, and their anger rushed up, and they couldn't bear it anymore, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Yan, you can be really ruthless as a descendant, it's not enough to win, but also to destroy people's magic weapons, and people of the same vein kill each other, what is the reason, hum, when did this vein martial arts become a fight of life and death." ”

When these words fell, the surroundings were suddenly as cold as ice, and Mingyuechan's face changed, although she was plain and gentle, hearing Nie Mufeng's words at this moment, she couldn't help but be secretly angry, and she was about to have a seizure, and suddenly a hand was gently placed on her shoulder.

Mingyuechan was stunned, but she saw that Yan Jingchen's face was as cold as water, her expression was indifferent, and she said lightly: "I forget the dust, and it is not your turn to preach, if you are not convinced, I will insert the forgetful dust sword on the top of the burning Yan Peak." ”

A sentence that is as calm as water is like saying an extremely mundane thing.

It's just that above the Qingyun Palace, everyone is changing, even Ning Shiyuan can't help but look at Yan Jingchen in dismay, how many years have I not seen the sparse side of this junior disciple who has nothing to do with Ao Yuntian, but seeing Yan Jingchen's indifferent expression, no one doubts his words, let alone whether he has the strength to do it-Yan Jingchen is also a person?

When he was a teenager, he dared to break into the depths of the wilderness with only a three-foot long sword to eliminate demons!

The first person in Shushan who created the peerless Shattering Sky Sword Technique!

"You!" Nie Mufeng suddenly changed color, Huo Ran stood up, with a clatter, the chair under him was torn apart and fell to the ground, and he laughed angrily: "Okay, good, good, I'm going to learn the master's tricks today!

With that, he raised his backhand, and a fairy sword with red flames appeared in his hand, and the blazing flames swept out from the broad blade like a red lotus, as if a fire dragon was circling on the sword, and the next moment it was going to come back to life and devour everything in the world!

Yan Jingchen glanced at him coldly, and didn't watch his movements, the ancient sword of forgetting dust that was as bright as snow bloomed, and Huo Ran appeared on the palace, as soon as this ancient sword with a unique shape came out, it suddenly looked at the people around it, it stood silently in front of Yan Jingchen, looking at the people around him, the terrifying pressure was like a brilliant heavenly might, almost pressing the people around him could not breathe smoothly, and the other first ones suddenly changed, obviously I didn't expect Yan Jingchen's cultivation at this time to be so profound, Nie Mufeng was even more heartbroken, as soon as this forgetful dust sword came out, the red lotus flame that he had been cultivating for many years was forcibly pressed back into the sword body！

At this moment, a faint but incomparably majestic voice suddenly came—

"Enough, on the Qingyun Palace, what kind of system has become a person, they are all hundreds of years old, what else is there to fight for. ”

For a while, everyone's eyes fell on the senior brother sitting in the right place, Nie Mufeng was about to speak, but when he saw Xuan Xiao's eyes like a torch, he was cold, unable to speak, his face was blue and white, and the strangely shaped, lifelike blood-red flame painted on his cheeks and neck became more and more hideous, and after a moment of silence, he put away the fairy sword in his hand, snorted coldly, and walked aside.

Yan Jingchen frowned, put away the Forgotten Dust Sword, glanced at Xuan Xiao lightly, and turned his gaze to the sky again.

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Today's conference went on three rounds, and in the next two rounds, Lin Chen never used the Taichu Divine Sword again, first, for fear that he would not be able to contain the power of the Divine Sword and hurt others, and secondly, he was afraid that this Divine Sword would cause a sensation if it was recognized by others.

In these two competitions, although Lin Chen's opponent is also a good player of the younger generation, but against the eldest brother of Forget the Dust Peak, he was easily defeated by him with the Five Spirit Spell, and the disciples in the audience were in an uproar, but they didn't expect the Five Spirit Spell to be used in this way, thunder and fire are intertwined, and the wind and water are rising, Lin Chen's experience in fighting the method of life and death in recent years far exceeds their knowledge of the spell, these two wonderful and abnormal fighting methods, they are fascinated by it, and the eyes that look at Lin Chen are more and more awe-inspiring, especially the younger brother who forgets the dust, there is light on his face, although his heart is still a little angry, Lin Chen's serious injury to Duan Yifeng has gradually faded。

Lin Chen's contests today are all quick and quick decisions, after three rounds, the other positions on the stage are still in full swing, Lin Chen walked around, and listened to a group of brothers happily discussing today's competition along the way, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the popular candidates of each vein have not yet met each other, many people are discussing, this may be the arrangement of the Imperial Sword Pavilion, and the duel of the popular candidates of the conference is put to the end.

When he came to the Gen platform, there was a crowd of people here, and it turned out to be the majority of Ge Feng's younger brothers, Lin Chen looked at the stage, but he was stunned, one of them on this stage was Lin Xuan, at this moment he was giving in to a sweaty, gloomy look of the Amazing God Peak brother.

Suddenly, the audience was thunderous and cheered.

Lin Xuan walked off the stage, and the brothers who had been waiting for Li Gefeng greeted him one after another, Chu Xizhong was also there, he was talking to Lin Xuan with a smile, Lin Chen thought about it and walked up.

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