Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The sword skill that Ao Lingchen displayed at this moment was extremely shocking. No one had expected that his sword had already reached the state of returning to its original state. It was beyond their imagination.    

The eyes of those who initially thought that Ao Lingchen was reckless were filled with deep anticipation. They were all looking forward to seeing who would be the better one in this battle of swords and sabers.    

The ordinary long sword violently stabbed into the vast and overbearing Blood Moon blade light, and a clear explosive sound was suddenly heard.    

Under the gazes of the crowd, the Blood Flame crescent moon shattered, and turned into a rain of blood as it attacked Ao Lingchen.    

"I don't believe that your sword can block my overwhelming killing move!"    

Wang Chuan's expression was indifferent. Both of his eyes were emitting a sharp and cold light, as if he was looking at a dead man.    

When Ao Lingchen used the Returning Nature Sword, he was also shocked, but it was only a slight shock. He didn't think that his killing move would be inferior to the other party's' Returning Nature 'that didn't understand at all.    

Ao Lingchen firmly believed in his invincible sword, and Wang Chuan also believed in his invincible sword!    

If the other party's counterattack was that mysterious little pagoda, he would still feel some fear, but it was a pity that Ao Lingchen was too arrogant.    

Rumble!    

In the entire Star Plaza, everyone heard a deafening explosion from the high platform. Immediately after, a tsunami of blade energy rippled outwards, causing the ground to violently tremble as if an earthquake had occurred.    

However, no one paid attention to the waves of air that were spreading out. No one paid attention to the violent shaking of the ground, and everyone looked at the fighting stage in the center of the plaza. Something big had happened here that attracted everyone's attention.    

The shattering and shooting blade light was very powerful. In less than half a second, the blood rain that was filled with devil flames and blades swept towards Ao Lingchen like waves.    

What was surprising was that if one looked down from the sky... One could clearly see the blood rain that seemed to cover the sky and cover the earth. In fact, it formed a huge blood-red saber in the air. However, this saber did not have a hilt. It only had a blade, or even a tip of the saber.    

However, the power unleashed by this blade was extremely terrifying. It wasn't any weaker than the full-force attack of a Half Step Martial King.    

Facing the blood rain that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, Ao Lingchen's face was expressionless. He stared at the blood-red blade light and said, "Your blade is more than that. How could my sword be like this?"    

All of a sudden, a dazzling lightning sword light burst out from the dull sword. It was scorching hot, like the scorching sun in the sky.    

In an instant, a thunderous force exploded, instantly destroying the Blood Light that was shooting over.    

"Hmph!"    

Seeing the explosive force of the sword beam, Wang Chuan coldly harrumphed, "Heaven and earth are destroyed, is this how your trump card is?"    

"Since you don't want to use that little pagoda, then I won't be polite anymore. Let's go!"    

After saying that, he raised the ruthless butcher knife in his hand once again.    

The Yuan Qi in his body surged violently as it circulated wildly in his meridians. The blood flames that blotted out the sky and covered the earth shook wantonly as they erupted with a suffocating might.    

"Asura Soul, Wang Chuan has no worries by the river!"    

Weng!    

The burning blood flame on the long blade transformed into a complex imprint, and miraculously appeared on the long blade's Blood Light. It continuously blossomed with a dazzling bloody light. It was a surprising sight. It was... The long blade in his hand trembled. The weaker warriors near the fighting stage all felt their souls tremble. Even Martial Sect Stage Late Period warriors were affected, and even Peak of Martial Sect Stage warriors were affected.    

The people below the fighting stage were only affected by the aftershocks, but they were still hit by such a strong impact. Ao Lingchen, who was facing such a powerful attack, was even more affected.    

"No matter how strong your devil blade is, I will break it with a single sword strike!"    

Ao Lingchen's eyes sparkled as he felt the pressure of the tsunami. Not only did he not retreat, the fighting spirit in his body became stronger and stronger.    

What made Ao Lingchen even more confident was that when his combat intent soared to the sky, the blood in his body boiled and surged. He could clearly feel a powerful energy rising from within and surging into every part of his body. The weakness in his body instantly disappeared.    

The energy surging in his blood was very mysterious. It gave Ao Lingchen a feeling that it was not weaker than the Power of Destruction, or even stronger.    

The only pity was that even so, Ao Lingchen was still unable to awaken the Reincarnation Eye that killed the evil spirit that day. This made him feel rather regretful.    

"It is full of flaws and flaws. The word 'fight' is amazing!"    

Ao Lingchen's right hand moved, and the long sword in his hand stabbed forward in an ordinary manner. It was such a plain sword strike, yet it gave people a fearful feeling.    

"Has his sword technique already reached this stage?"    

Qing Chen also revealed a surprised expression. He looked at Ao Lingchen with a shocked expression, and watched the sword strike that he lightly thrust out.    

If he used it once to return to his original state, it might be a coincidence. It just so happened that he had comprehended it, but when he used it twice in a row, it proved one thing. Ao Lingchen's Sword Dao had undergone a world-shaking transformation. In a certain aspect, he had already comprehended the realm of returning to his original state.    

"There is no worry on the banks of Wang Chuan's river!"    

Wang Chuan rushed over with the saber in hand. The long saber slashed furiously. The Blood Light rampaged and slashed down in an instant.    

In an instant, a sea of blood gushed out. The tip of Xue Tu's blade seemed to have exploded, erupting with the power of a tsunami. The overwhelming blade energy instantly engulfed everything on the fighting stage, including Ao Lingchen.    

"A group of herons from the sky!"    

Ao Lingchen's eyes focused, and his expression became serious. In an instant, a plain and ordinary sword was thrust into the raging waves of the blade.    

Boom! A deafening explosion rang out. Without any warning, the waves of blade had completely collapsed. Violent and violent waves of Qi swept out like the sky and the earth were splitting apart. The hard fighting stage seemed to be shaking violently.    

In the storm, the long sword instantly shattered, and turned into fragments that filled the sky.    

However, the moment the long sword turned into fragments, tens of thousands of lightning snakes that blotted out the sky and covered the earth exploded within the bloody saber light. They collided fiercely with each other, burning each other to death.    

The entire process took less than a second.    

This caused many people to stare dumbfoundedly.    

Ghost Demon stared at the fighting stage with his lustful eyes. His expression didn't show anything, but his heart was filled with shock.    

"How is this possible?"    

Ghost Demon's heart was filled with shock as he stood at the edge of the Stellar Battle Platform.    

"How many tricks do they have?" Ghost Demon muttered in a bitter voice, "Their strength has already exceeded the level of Martial Sect Stage. Even their understanding of martial techniques has probably exceeded the imagination of ordinary people!"    

Ghost Demon secretly thought about it in his heart. He placed himself on the fighting stage and faced their respective killing moves. A dull self-deprecating look emerged on his face, and he looked powerless and tired.    

"I'm not as good as them!"    

No matter how confident Ghost Demon was, he had to admit that he was not as good as Ao Lingchen and Wang Chuan. If he was the one standing opposite of them, he would have been defeated a long time ago.    

"Their improvement is too fast!"    

On the other side, Qing Chen's expression became even more solemn.    

Once upon a time, there were two people on the stage. One of them was as strong as him, while the other was far weaker than him. At this moment, he had to admit that he was inferior to them. At least there was a gap between them.    

"I really didn't expect that such a Heavenly Pride would appear in Desolate Domain."    

Among them, the Saint Asura Sect Expert was the most shocked. He also looked at the fighting stage with a stunned expression. He was also shocked by what the two people on the fighting stage had displayed.    

In this line of work, the Saint Asura Sect Expert wanted to choose a disciple that he was satisfied with. Other than Murong Feng, who was the Confucianism Heavenly Pride, the ones that he cared about the most were Ao Lingchen and Wang Chuan. In his point of view, the value of these two men was far above the value of Zhou Yong, who had exhausted his life in exchange for the combat strength of a Half Step Martial King.    

Staring at the intense battle on the fighting stage, the Saint Asura Sect Expert thought to himself, 'Should I interfere in their battle later to prevent such a good seedling from dying here?'    

Looking at the broken sword in Ao Lingchen's hand, as if he couldn't see the power of the two men's bodies, Wang Chuan forcefully rushed out.    

'Seizing the opportunity while you're sick, I'll take your life! '    

In an instant, Wang Chuan swung the ruthless butcher knife.    

The Blood Light was reckless. The suffocating blade instantly slashed down, unleashing a suffocating power.    

The fighting stage was like a battlefield. There was no mercy. As long as the enemy didn't surrender, the only thing they could do was to kill. Wang Chuan wanted to kill Ao Lingchen in a domineering manner and send him on his way.    

Staring at the merciless butcher's blade that was whistling towards him, Ao Lingchen's expression did not change. He said to himself with regret, "It's a pity that Brother Qing Chen has a good sword."    

"Since you have been looking forward to my little pagoda, then use it to end this battle for us!"    

As he spoke, not only did the battle intent in Ao Lingchen's body not fade away from the destruction of his precious sword, it became even more intense, and his battle intent soared to the sky.    

The long blade pierced through the air and arrived. The moment it slashed Ao Lingchen's head, a black light rushed out, and a solemn aura was unleashed.    

Bang!    

The sound of Golden Metal colliding rang out. Wang Chuan's figure instantly retreated. His right hand, which was holding the blade, trembled intensely. Even his soul felt as if it had been shaken to the point of fainting!    

"Hiss!"    

In the next moment, Wang Chuan hurriedly raised his head. His expression changed drastically.    

"Divine Pagoda!"