Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The long blade appeared in the sky, and the Blood Light appeared once again. A ferocious devil flame surged into the sky, and the overbearing force caused Ao Lingchen and the pagoda to be pushed back. The seemingly powerful lightning snake was unable to resist the blade light, and instantly collapsed.    

Boom!    

A low and deep sound was heard from the fighting stage. A shocking wave of Qi swept over, and everyone felt as if the entire square was trembling.    

"This is the powerful combat strength of a Half Step Martial King. It's not something that this ancient pagoda in your hand can withstand. Let's have a good experience of what despair is!"    

Following his words, he gripped the long blade with both of his hands. The suffocating blood flame on the edge of the blade burned and turned into a Devil Flame Blade in an instant.    

At this moment, the people who were closer to the fighting stage felt an earth-shattering pressure.    

"Ao Lingchen, you are a man. Therefore, I will use my strongest attack to kill you as a sign of respect."    

Wang Chuan smiled coldly. The devil flames on the long blade in his hand jumped violently. The suffocating devil Qi crazily gathered. In just ten seconds, the momentum of the long blade had accumulated to a frightening extent!    

"Not good! Ao Lingchen, admit defeat. He wants to kill you!"    

Qing Chen's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm, "As long as the green mountain remains, there's no need to fear that there will be no firewood to burn!"    

" Big Brother Ao, come down. We can't compete in martial arts anymore. "    

Xia Jingxue also spoke with a crying face. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.    

She did not want to see the person she loved die in front of her.    

Everyone could see Wang Chuan's intention. He wanted to kill Ao Lingchen here and destroy the future experts of Essence Sword Sect.    

"It's too late. Go to hell!"    

As if he had condensed his strength to the limit, Wang Chuan didn't hesitate at all. His overbearing long blade slashed out fiercely. In an instant, a burning blade light flashed across the sky and rushed towards Ao Lingchen at an astonishing speed.    

The speed of this blade was very fast. From afar, it looked like a crescent moon that was shuttling through the void. The only difference was that there was a person behind this crescent moon, a person who held it in his hand.    

Void Shattering Blade, Asura Blood Flame. At this moment, Wang Chuan had unleashed their strength to the limit. Their imposing manner was so powerful that it made one's heart tremble.    

As for why Wang Chuan held the saber and broke through the void instead of attacking Ao Lingchen from behind like Gui Mo had predicted, it was because he was confident. When he was 100% confident, he preferred to feel the hot blood of a strong enemy.    

In the dark black ancient tower, two silhouettes sat opposite each other. One of them had a calm expression, while the other looked somewhat anxious.    

"Senior, is there really no need to attack? Ao Lingchen is indeed powerful, but this kid has already broken through to the Half Step Martial King. I'm afraid that it will be very difficult for him to fight him."    

Glorious Sun Battle King said with a serious expression. He had been paying attention to the fight between Ao Lingchen and Wang Chuan. He had a certain understanding of the strength of these two men. Therefore... He knew that Ao Lingchen's current strength was too difficult to deal with a Half Step Martial King.    

Although Wang Chuan had also accepted his inheritance, Ao Lingchen was the most important person in Glorious Sun Battle King's eyes, because of this mysterious senior in front of him.    

However, at this moment, he couldn't see the slightest bit of worry from this senior in front of him, as if he wasn't worried about Ao Lingchen's death. Or was it because he didn't care about Ao Lingchen's life and death at all?    

"Don't worry. This kid won't die a horrible death. He won't die so easily. He will win!"    

The mysterious expert spoke indifferently, his tone was filled with confidence towards Ao Lingchen.    

In the heart of the mysterious expert, he said, "He has the reincarnation body!"    

If Ao Lingchen heard the mysterious figure firmly believe in his own strength, he wouldn't know whether he should laugh or cry. How could he not know that he was powerful?    

"Perhaps. Since Senior has said so, I won't interfere."    

Glorious Sun Battle King looked at the figure outside the ancient pagoda in surprise and nodded slightly.    

Outside the ancient pagoda!    

Ao Lingchen didn't respond to the anxious voices and looked at the figure that was flying towards him. However, his expression became extremely calm and his eyes were unusually indifferent.    

Surprisingly, Ao Lingchen's combat intent seemed to have become stronger, and his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.    

He held the heavy tower in his hand, and his body was surrounded by a large number of lightning snakes. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, giving people a very special feeling within the lightning snakes.    

At this moment, Ao Lingchen didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, the combat intent in his heart became even more terrifying, as if he would dare to fight even if the heavens stood in his way.    

As the fighting spirit surged, the blood in Ao Lingchen's body boiled even more, giving people the feeling that it was chaotic before the volcano erupted.    

At the same time, an unusually powerful energy emerged from the depths of Ao Lingchen's blood, making the energy in his body stronger.    

He didn't use it, but a thought emerged in his mind. The strength in his body didn't seem to be weaker than Wang Chuan's.    

When this thought emerged in his mind, not only did Ao Lingchen not feel that he was arrogant and conceited, he actually felt that this was reasonable.    

Since he didn't want to retreat, there was only the word 'fight' left in his mind. Ao Lingchen didn't have the mood to think about why he had such a thought. There was only one thought left in his mind - defeat the person in front of him.    

After muttering to himself, Ao Lingchen slowly closed his eyes. In the face of Wang Chuan, his eyes were tightly shut. At the same time, his body was surrounded by a strange Qi. A deep, ancient, and ancient voice sounded in his ears.    

"The flames of war burn the nine heavens. The Devil Blood moves chaotically.    

Many bones were buried in the path of war, and divine devil bones were buried within.    

He challenged the heavenly path, entered the Nine Underworlds, and suppressed Desolate Border.    

War drums sounded, bells ringing. The cauldron pressed down on the ancient demonic creatures' sinister appearances.    

His sword pointed into the nine heavens, suppressing the eight wastelands. His hot blood was unwilling to create another glory.    

It would not die even after a hundred battles. It would fight again in the cycle of reincarnation. Its soul would not be destroyed, and it would fight endlessly!    

Fight! Fight! Fight!"    

"Fight, fight, fight!"    

A magical battle song rang out from Ao Lingchen's boiling blood. It seemed to have come from the distant past, as if it had been passed down from the supreme Heavenly Road, as well as from the dark and lightless land of the Nine Underworlds.    

Ao Lingchen's eyes suddenly opened, and a green light flashed in his eyes. His heart was beating like a heavy war drum, and the power in his blood had completely gone out of control. The volcano had completely erupted, and a force that wasn't any weaker than Wang Chuan's was unleashed from his body!    

"Do you think that a Half Step Martial King will win? Today, I will write a legend and fight against a Half King!"    

At this moment, Ao Lingchen's powerful energy crazily poured into the Nine-floored Tower, completely stimulating its divine might.    

In an instant, the sky was filled with lightning. The fighting stage instantly turned into a sea of lightning, and a powerful Qi pressed down on Wang Chuan. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, causing him to feel suffocated.    

"How is this possible? How can you have such powerful strength?"    

Under the difficulty of breathing, a trace of fear flashed across Wang Chuan's eyes.    

He had just broken through to the Half Step Martial King, and his strength had increased by a lot. However, he hadn't grasped the profound meaning yet, so he naturally couldn't unleash that kind of extraordinary power. Even so, he was still a Half King who had far surpassed the Martial Sect Stage. Why did he feel like he was suffocating under the pressure of the Qi?    

"Impossible, I am the invincible one!"    

Wang Chuan roared furiously. His heart was in a state of madness. He circulated his Yuan Qi and gathered it on the long blade in his hand. He was going to unleash an even more terrifying force to kill Ao Lingchen.    

The powerful force condensed on Wang Chuan's body poured into the ruthless blade in his hand. Without any hesitation, he forcefully slashed out with his blade.    

Boom!    

A deafening explosion sounded out, and an unexpected scene happened.    

The Devil Flame Blade and the Tower of Thunderclap collided violently. The Destruction Thunderclap seemed to have merged with the battle intent. It was like a spear that could destroy everything. It carried a devastating power that instantly tore apart the willful Devil Flame. It violently collided with the long blade.    

The violent force instantly sent Wang Chuan and his blade flying. They collided a few times in close proximity with the Stellar Battle Platform before finally crashing heavily out of the fighting stage.    

This scene stunned everyone on the scene, and all of them revealed looks of disbelief.    

Wang Chuan, who had just broken through to the Half Step Martial King, was sent flying by a Martial Sect Stage like a dead fish and shrimp before he could even display the invincible might of a Half King?    

And he even crashed down from the fighting stage?    

"He won?"    

Qing Chen stared blankly at the figure who was still standing on the fighting stage. He looked at Wang Chuan, who was sent flying off the fighting stage. His eyes were filled with disbelief.    

A moment ago, he was still worried that Ao Lingchen would be killed by Wang Chuan, but in the next second, when Wang Chuan was about to display his divine might, he defeated a powerful enemy and won.