Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

Mars Constellation, the Qi of slaughter lingered on the fighting stage. A terrifying energy pressed down on Qing Chen's body, causing him to suffer a heavy blow. He was pushed down from the sky onto the fighting stage.    

When the unusual phenomenon disappeared, the light faded away.    

On the Stellar Battle Platform, Qing Chen's body was covered in blood. His face was pale, but his body was perfectly straight. He didn't have the slightest intention of lowering his head.    

"Go to hell!"    

Zhou Yong shouted in a low voice. The sword in his hand didn't release any powerful energy. Instead, he forcefully slashed at the weakened Qing Chen. The latter's strength was showing signs of weakening, and this was the best time for him to kill him.    

Qing Chen furrowed his brows and revealed a fearful expression. He waved his sword to meet the attack.    

* Hong! *    

The force contained in Zhou Yong's sword was extremely violent. The sword Qi was incomparably sharp. In an instant, it went through the sword in Qing Chen's hand and reached his arm. It left a huge wound on his arm, causing blood to splash everywhere.    

Qing Chen's facial expression changed slightly. Just now, he had used up most of the sword energy in his body in order to resist the unusual phenomenon. At this moment, he couldn't even defend himself from Zhou Yong's powerful attack.    

The sword attack just now seemed ordinary, but the force contained in it was still above Wu Zong.    

"That's it?" Zhou Yong's arrogant laughter rang in his ears. He looked at the wound on Qing Chen's arm proudly, and his face revealed a hint of ecstasy.    

So this was Qing Chen's limit. That was good.    

Swoosh!    

Zhou Yong's figure flashed like a ghost and appeared behind Qing Chen in the blink of an eye. He was swift and fierce as he slashed violently with his Cold Sword.    

Since Qing Chen was in a weakened state, he would take the opportunity to beat the dog that had fallen into the water, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.    

Qing Chen tilted his head and avoided the slash of the sword.    

* Hong Long! *    

Just as he was about to retreat and find a chance to counterattack, a palm shadow with death Qi surrounding it came whistling over.    

With a loud explosive sound, the huge palm slammed onto Qing Chen's back, causing him to see stars. His Qi and blood boiled, and he felt like he was about to vomit blood.    

His fighting instinct made Qing Chen choose not to dodge at this moment. Instead, he took advantage of the opportunity and swung his sword backwards. The sharp sword with cold light slashed at Zhou Yong's palm.    

Zhou Yong's face darkened. He quickly retracted his left palm and threw a wisp of scarlet blood away. He sneered coldly and said, "Your reaction is not slow."    

"You are not bad either." Qing Chen stared at the approaching figure with a heavy expression. The calmness on his body seemed to have been crushed under the suppression of the unusual phenomenon just now. His Qi had become extremely chaotic.    

Qing Chen's heart became heavy. He knew very well that if he gave up this battle of attrition, the possibility of him being killed was as high as one hundred percent.    

There were very few sword energies left in his body, and he could not afford to waste them!    

After a few intense battles with all his strength, he and Zhou Yong, who was half a bucket of water Half Step Martial King, were locked in a fierce battle. It was a tie. However, the consumption of the sword energy in his body was also extremely fast. Although he was also absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to produce sword energy, however, production was far from being able to compare to consumption. At this moment, he was already on the verge of running out of lamp oil.    

If there were a few more intense collisions, the energy in his body would really be completely exhausted, and he would finally be able to let go of the fish meat.    

"I can't continue like this. Once the energy within my body is exhausted, with this fellow's ferocity, he will definitely kill me."    

Qing Chen solemnly swung his sword to block Zhou Yong's overbearing sword. A crazy idea emerged in his mind, "I will use all of my strength to fight him. If I can't defeat him, I will give up immediately."    

Just as his thoughts settled.    

Qing Chen laughed loudly. A dazzling green light appeared on the tip of the sword in his hand. A mouthful of red blood essence splashed onto the green light.    

In an instant, a terrifying sharp sword Qi was shot out along with the green light. At this moment, Qing Chen's Qi underwent a shocking change. It was incomparably sharp!    

It was even sharper than when he had just derived the astral sword!    

"Kill!"    

Qing Chen shouted out loudly. In an instant, his body was boiling with killing intent. He slashed out with his sword. Before the sword could reach him, the robe on Zhou Yong's chest suddenly cracked open, and a clear bloody wound appeared on his chest.    

"How dare you!"    

Zhou Yong gritted his teeth and roared. His eyes were filled with fury. His body had been wounded by the sharp Qi, and his chest was filled with fury.    

He was furious and afraid, and he charged forward while brandishing his sword.    

"Sword Shattering the Heavens!"    

Qing Chen shouted!    

With a roar, a verdant sword beam shot across the entire sky like a green sun, illuminating the greenery above the heads of the people below.    

"Insignificant skill!"    

Zhou Yong let out a ferocious sneer. Before Qing Chen's sword fell, Zhou Yong's figure swooped down from the sky. The sword in his right hand, which was wrapped with a suppressed death Qi, had already fallen to the ground.    

Bang!    

Bang! Bang!    

An ear-piercing sound rang out as sparks flew everywhere. The sharp sword radiance instantly transformed into a terrifying storm of sword radiance that instantly engulfed the two of them.    

In the storm, Qing Chen's robe was cut in many places. On his body, on his hands and feet, there were numerous sword marks, and blood was spurting out. The most terrifying part was that in his stomach, there was a huge sword mark that looked like it was going to cut his stomach open. It almost split him in half.    

Zhou Yong's condition wasn't any better. His body was also covered with horrifying sword marks. His left hand was the most miserable one. A large piece of flesh was cut off from his left hand, and one could see the ghastly white bones in the bloody hole.    

Everyone was stunned as they watched the two of them being unable to breathe in the storm. What shocked them the most was that they didn't even have the slightest intention of retreating from the storm of sword light.    

Ignoring the intense pain on his body, Zhou Yong's eyes were filled with anger. His body shot out explosively. He rushed out from the sharp storm and appeared in front of Qing Chen in an instant. The long sword in his hand thrust out in a tricky and vicious manner, breaking through Qing Chen's defense like a phantom. The sword stabbed into Qing Chen's chest and passed through his heart.    

Puff!    

Hot blood splashed out.    

A sword pierced through!    

The moment Zhou Yong's sword pierced through Qing Chen's chest, the latter was not surprised at all. A mocking look appeared in his eyes.    

Yuan Qi that contained sword energy gushed out crazily. The sword in his hand shot out like an arrow, piercing towards Zhou Yong's neck.    

"I had long expected this to happen."    

Zhou Yong laughed maniacally. His left hand was surrounded by a violent death Qi as it slammed towards the incoming sharp sword.    

He had already expected that when his sword pierced through Qing Chen, he would also take the opportunity to raise his sword and counterattack. He was prepared to exchange injury for injury, and use injury to exchange for serious injury with injury on his left hand.    

At this moment, Zhou Yong's left hand was about to hit the sword that was trying to pierce through his throat. The scene in front of him made his pupils shrink.    

Qing Chen's bloodstained left hand clenched into a fist, and as fast as lightning, he threw a punch at Zhou Yong's heart.    

The fast Zhou Yong was still hitting the sword, and was unable to defend himself.    

Boom!    

There was no muffled explosion from the collision of fists. Instead, it was the sound of the fist shattering rocks.    

In an instant, blood and flesh splattered out from Zhou Yong's back. Zhou Yong pulled out his sword and retreated. At this moment, a deep fist print was left on his chest, and there was a large bloody hole on his back. Blood was flowing out, and it was a bloody mess.    

"You tricked me!"    

Zhou Yong's figure retreated rapidly. His face was pale as he stared at the front, and his eyes revealed a trace of fear.    

The fear quickly faded, replaced by fury.    

Qing Chen smiled and said, "Strategy, but unfortunately, I still can't kill you."    

After this strike, Qing Chen could be considered to have run out of lamp oil, his body was empty, and he could no longer fight.    

Many people couldn't help but scream when they saw such a fierce battle for the first time.    

This was too cruel, even more brutal than the battle between Ao Lingchen and Tianfeng Prince.    

No one had thought that the two of them could fight to such an extent.    

In the crowd, Ao Lingchen, Xia Jingxue, and the others had solemn expressions on their faces.    

Ao Lingchen said in a low voice, "I'm afraid senior disciple Qing Chen is going to lose."    

Zhou Yong looked like he was seriously injured, but he was still a Half Step Martial King after all. The strength of his body and the energy contained in his body were far greater than Qing Chen's, and Qing Chen had already reached his limit.    

Before his voice faded, Zhou Yong slashed down with his sword.    

This sword was so fast that no one could see it clearly!    

Qing Chen didn't even have the chance to dodge.    

Puff!    

The sound of the sword piercing through Qing Chen's body was heard. Qing Chen's right arm was once again pierced by the sword. Blood flowed out from the bloody hole. In the next second, Zhou Yong threw out a punch almost at the same time.    

Qing Chen had nowhere to dodge this punch. His eyes were filled with unwillingness, and he suddenly threw both palms at Zhou Yong.    

"You overestimate yourself."    

Without any suspense, Qing Chen's body was sent flying like a sandbag.    

"I admit defeat!"