Alchemist Sword Sect

"In this battle, the Eastern Palace disciple Hongtian won!" Du Xuan announced.

On the battle stage, Hongtian stood, his face was a little pale, but the expression on his face was extremely proud, with a kind of self-confidence that looked at the world.

In front of his eyes, Zhao Chuan was lying on the ground, with blood stains on his chest, dense palm prints, deep into the bone marrow, the flesh and blood were blurred, and blood was constantly overflowing.

"Zhao Chuan?"

The elders of the Wumeng League headed by Wang Zhou looked very gloomy when they saw this, and they did not expect that Hongtian shot Zhao Chuan seriously and seriously injured.

Zhou Luxiong's forehead bounced with blue veins, his eyes showed anger, and he could not wait to get on the court immediately and directly kill Hongtian.

The elders of other forces are also secretly surprised. This Hongtian is not only talented, but also ruthless in his methods. Such a person will become a hero in the future.

The disciples of various factions were also afraid of Hongtian.

Hongtian was even more proud.

"This Hongtian is really arrogant." Zhang Lie couldn't express himself.

"He does have the strength to be confident," Wang Chun said.

"Just after Yizhe." Lu Chen smiled.

Both Wang Chun nodded thoughtfully.

Lu Chen didn't say much, and turned to look on the battle stage.

Because at this time Feng Buhua and Nie Changkong were on stage.

They are the last two!

Among the two, the people who had the greatest reputation for being unreliable, the same realm cultivator lost to him, I don't know how many, it is hard to count.

Of course, Nie Changkong also has a great reputation. After all, he is the first person in the outer sect of the Divine Sword Sect.

Therefore, this is a peak showdown that has attracted much attention.

"I think the odds of winning are better."

"I think the wind is not the uncrowned king."

"Nie Changkong was once defeated by the wind, but now he fights again, the outcome is doomed."

Outer disciples of the top ten forces are no strangers to the wind, and it can even be said that the familiar can no longer be familiar.

He is even more clear about his strength, so almost everyone is unanimously sure that the wind will not change.

Seeing this, Lu Chen didn't even look at the wind. He didn't expect his prestige to be so high.

"The wind is really strong, even if I use my full strength to cast the edict of immortality, there is no certainty of victory." Wang Chun said.

"Brother Wang has played against him?" Lu Chen asked.

"That was before I practiced Immortal Thunder Emperor, I went to challenge him, I tried my best, and it was difficult to beat him. I originally wanted to take this opportunity to fight him again, but it's a pity." Wang Chun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"There will be opportunities in the future, Brother Wang, don't be discouraged." Lu Chen comforted.

He knew that Wang Chun had a chance to defeat Zhenye, but unfortunately he miscalculated.

"Brother Lu, you must be careful if you don't get the upper hand." Wang Chun said seriously.

"So, do you think Nie Changtian will not be his opponent?" Lu Chen asked.

"Of course." Wang Chun nodded.

"I don't know what's going on, I always feel that Nie Changtian is a little weird, maybe I feel something is wrong." Lu Chen stared at Nie Changtian, frowned, and said immediately.

"Fengbuhua has practiced a variety of ancient methods. Even if Nie Changtian has a hole card, it will be difficult to beat him." Wang Chun said.

"Ancient method?" Lu Chen nodded slightly, then turned to look at the battle platform.

Feng Buhua Chuan painted a silver light-patterned robe, coupled with his magnificent appearance, with bluish hair, giving people a very peculiar feeling.

It is no exaggeration to say that if people like Yang Huazhen are Tianjiao, then the wind is not the Tianjiao among the Tianjiao, the existence of phoenix and feathers is rare.

Nie Changtian wore black hair, his eyes shone, he looked at the wind, and smiled and said: "If the weather is not, I wanted to challenge you a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to be with you on this Tianzun Mountain. Fighting, and in the presence of so many elders." He seemed to be in the same way as the wind did not change, giving people a chic posture.

"Nie Changkong, it seems that you really want to defeat me." Feng Buhua smiled.

"Of course, I want to defeat you in my dreams. Today, God finally gave me this opportunity." Nie Changkong said seriously, staring at the wind with burning eyes.

"Nie Changkong, I can defeat you once, or twice." The wind did not fade.

Nie Changkong sneered when he heard the words, and said to Du Xuan, "Master Du Xuan, we are ready, please let us start the competition."

The weather didn't change, and he gave his hand to Du Xuan, saying that he had no opinion.

"Well, you guys start to compete." Du Xuan nodded and said.

"Nie Changkong, since you are so impatient, then I will let you take action first." Feng Buhua said immediately.

"Okay." Nie Changkong nodded, staring at the wind, and suddenly took a step. A dark, icy breath suddenly radiated out, and the air in all directions immediately became cold.

As a result, black lines, light lines, and light symbols appeared from his body, gathered around him, setting off him like a dark god.

"The dark power he cultivated?" Lu Chen asked in shock.

"No, it's Ghost Dao." Wang Chun said, shaking his head.

"Ghost? Is he a ghost?" Lu Chen lost his voice.

"Yes, Nie Changkong is a born ghost body." Wang Chun nodded and said.

"Ghost spirit body?" Lu Chen was startled when he heard the words, and immediately realized that ghost spirit body is a natural ghost cultivation. If you don't follow the ghost way, it would be a waste.

However, the fact that Nie Changkong was a ghost repairer still surprised Lu Chen.

This made him more interested in Nie Changkong.

And this Nie Changkong's body has already heard a whimper, as if a ghost is crying, and a series of humanoid ghosts condensed and slammed into the wind like a ghost soldier.

"Small bugs!"

The wind didn't change and smiled coldly, suddenly shot, a palm fell, the palm strength was strong, covering a space, shrouded by silver light, the space showed signs of stagnation, and the human ghosts that rushed were directly smashed.

Moreover, the palm of the weatherless palm did not stand still, like a silver lightning, slashing towards Nie Changkong's front door.

As he attacked, he said: "Nie Changkong, you and I know the exercises of both sides very well, so you and I will each use the real tricks."

"it is good!"

Nie Changkong's face was like still water, his eyes were like no waves in an ancient well, his loose hair was flying, and endless ghost energy swept out of his palm, condensed into a black long knife.

The knife is completely dark, with many ghost patterns on the blade, like a grimace. When you look closely, it makes your scalp tingling, and the handle is a black bone with a fist-sized skeleton on the top. terrible.

"This is a high-grade artifact?" Lu Chen asked in shock.

"This sword is called the Ghost King Blade. It was obtained by Nie Changkong from an ancient ghost repair tomb. It is extremely powerful. The ghosts of the gods and gods who died under his sword are unknown." Wang Chun said.

"With such a sharp weapon, ordinary cultivators from the Celestial Divine Realm confront him, and they are directly downwind on the weapon." Lu Chen sighed lightly, thinking that his weapons were only middle-grade artifacts, he was a little depressed.

"This is indeed a fact." Wang Chun nodded, but the voice changed, "However, using high-grade artifacts requires a lot of divine power, at least twice that of medium-grade artifacts. Therefore, even Nie Changkong is extremely Use this knife sparingly. ’

"If he is not fighting against the wind, he probably won't take this knife out so soon." Zhang Lie agreed.

"Yeah." Lu Chen nodded, the wind was too strong, and he had to go all out to be himself.

Looking at the battle platform, he saw Nie Changkong rushing towards the wind with the Ghost King knife, followed by endless ghost energy, evolving into black sword energy, and slashing at him with his head and face.

But the wind did not change, but it was calm. I slapped my hands on the body, and the sound of crackling came from his body immediately, and then he saw his body bloom with divine light and infinitely increase, and the whole body was blooming with light, like a **** child, emitting strong power .

"It's an invincible emperor, an intermediate magical skill, and Feng Buhua has cultivated it to the realm of great success." Wang Chun said.

"Very strong." Lu Chen nodded.

The undefeated emperor's unreliable appearance looks tall and majestic, with ancient weather, as if the ancient emperor came and dominated the mountains and rivers, and with a sudden grasp of both hands, the sword energy condensed by ghost energy immediately shattered.

Then, he rushed towards Nie Changkong like a broken bamboo, swinging his fists, like a mountain, with great power, and resisting the ghost king knife in Nie Changkong's hand.

It can be said that the weatherless fist is his best weapon, even if it cannot be compared with the high-grade artifact Ghost King Sword, it can also be comparable to the middle-grade artifact.

What's more, Nie Changkong could not fully activate the power of the Ghost King Blade.

But at this time, Nie Changkong's body has also changed, constantly growing, and standing shoulder to shoulder with the wind, his whole body is ghostly, like a ghost king born.

The ghost energy collided with the divine light and snorted. The ghost patterns and silver patterns in the sky were ruthlessly torn apart, and they hit Nie Changkong and Feng Buhua, sending a loud noise.

Nie Changkong's face was cold, his eyes were dark and ghostly, like a cold abyss, he shot ghostly pupils, then moved his hands, hit the sky, and then crashed down.

The monstrous ghost spirit swept through, and countless whimpers came out, as if ten thousand ghosts came out of the abyss, and the crowd of demons danced wildly.

Immediately afterwards, he held his right hand high, grabbed it towards the wind, and let out a stern shout: "Cover the sky, ghost hand!"

"Have you finally started to use your hole cards? Really virtual gold yuan cut, kill!"

The wind didn't change and didn't panic. A coldness evoked at the corner of his mouth. With a move of both hands, the golden light curled up between the opening and closing, turning into a blade, tearing it out, and cutting the vacuum.

In an instant, the sky-shielding ghost hand struck together with this golden light blade, there was a loud bang, and countless ghosts and golden lights rushed out.

There was a loud noise, and the two played against each other, exuding a terrible aura, which was frightening. When the disciples of the top ten forces met, most of them changed their colors.

Is this the strength of the top Tianjiao?

Lu Chen was also impressed when he saw it.

The weather is not strong, and Nie Changkong is also strong. The two are evenly matched with each other using powerful magic techniques. From a short-term perspective, it is really difficult to tell who wins and who wins?

After a while, the two of Feng Buhua performed powerful magic skills again. Obviously, they would not let the battle become deadlocked, which would not benefit each other.

"Emperor Dao Zhen Yuan Gong!"

The eyes bloomed with yellow light, as bright as a jewel, which was heart-warming and frightening. As soon as countless runes flew out, they gathered in his palm.

A powerful breath radiated from his body, and golden light charms condensed together to form a huge golden light ball.

Among them, there is also an emperor's phantom, which looks aloft and makes people feel worshipped.

"go with!"

The wind kept staring at Nie Changkong, who was enveloped in ghost energy, coldly spit out a word, and then hit the huge golden ball of light, and suddenly there was a whistling sound from the sky, like the sun and the moon falling on the ground, terrifying.

"Heaven and ghost concentricity, kill!"

But Nie Changkong didn't change his face, his eyes were still cold, a black shadow flickered from his eyes, and his hands were printed, and there were bursts of stern roars, and the faint-hearted had to be scared to cry.