Dragon Blood God of War

Skill is the key to victory.

Just having great power does not guarantee victory.

Of course, this is also a case where the two people have about the same strength. If the difference in strength is too big, the victory will almost be locked by strength.

In terms of strong attack, Long Chen is not as good as Yang Chen, but he has something that makes the opponent fatal.

Yang Chen underestimated Long Chen, and overestimated his immortality ability. When Long Chen removed the ghost and god Gu for him before, he did not let the power of the Lingxi Sword come into play, but now he used it with all his strength, causing the opponent to collapse in an instant!

In fact, all this was within Long Chen's expectations.

When Long Chen was standing high and Yang Chen was on his knees howling miserably, when this huge change happened, the entire Martial God Palace was filled with excitement.

"This... the power possessed by the Eighteen Martial Gods... can be broken so easily?"

"Of course, Long Chen's two swords are very terrifying..."

Everyone was discussing, and Wenren Jingtao and others were also puzzled. He asked: "Little Martial God has always dominated with his immortal body. No one has ever been able to break his immortality. However, now he is in such pain. Could it be that Long Chen's sword has the ability to kill him?"

The old man standing next to him was amazed, with excitement on his face, and said with a smile: "If this is really the case, we won't lose too miserably."

"Master Hanwu Hall and the others are so arrogant and domineering, and the little Martial God is also very powerful. He even used the possession of the Eighteen Martial Gods, but he didn't expect that there is an even more powerful Long Chen here..."

"Don't be too happy too early, the winner hasn't been decided yet."

This crucial change caused chaos in Yefutu.

The Master of Hanwu Palace's face turned extremely cold and foul-smelling. He stood beside Ye Futu and asked tremblingly: "Master...Master, can that sword break the immortal body?"

Ye Futu's eyes were equally shocked, and he whispered: "I can see it. It is a strange sword, rare in the world, and can stab the soul. The reason why this sword can kill wild beasts is also because of this ability. It is simply Yang Chen’s…natural enemy!”

When these words were spoken, the Master of Hanwu Hall was shocked.

He forced himself to calm down, feeling scared for the boy in the sky, but thinking of something, he finally smiled and said: "Fortunately, Yang Chen is already the Holy Martial Emperor, and the master is here, this little guy's treasure It’s gone too.

Now that the Lingxi Sword has been discovered, Ye Futu will not let it continue to appear in Long Chen's hands.

Of course, it can't be stopped at this time.

After some struggle, Yang Chen struggled to stand up.

On him, less than half of the power of the Eighteen Martial Gods has been lost!

The fading of his strength and the stabbing of his soul made him gradually wake up.

"No, I am immortal."

Yang Chen forced himself to tell.

"Only you will die, I won't!"

It was like he was stabbed by Long Chen in his most vulnerable place. He was hysterical. With his remaining strength, he attacked again and punched out the world-shaking imperial fist. The golden divine fist rushed into the sky.

Long Chen saw the trick and used Blood Rebirth to move his position.

"You're even slower."

After appearing behind Yang Chen, Long Chen said coldly.

Yang Chen turned around in horror. Long Chen used the God-Slaying Sword to feint and calm down the little Martial God. At the same time, he charged forward with a sword in his right hand. The Lingxi Sword was close at hand and stabbed directly into Yang Chen's lower abdomen.

Yang Chen let out a miserable howl.

Long Chen flew up with a kick and kicked the opponent directly on the head. Yang Chen's whole head exploded, and the whole person rolled several times in the air before landing with a crash.

After the skull was broken, the power of the Eighteen Martial Gods dissipated even more.

Everyone was silent, watching this scene.

They were already shocked in their hearts.

At this moment, I can't help myself.

After seeing Yang Chen's tragic situation, everyone took a deep breath.

Because of Long Chen's cold-bloodedness and decisiveness.

By this time, it was obvious that the winner had been decided.

Long Chen used his calmness and decisiveness, coupled with his foundation that almost caught up with Yang Chen after using the possession of the Eighteen Martial Gods, plus the mysterious Ling Xi Sword, he managed to win by chance and defeated Yang Chen!

This directly proves the power of Long Chen. Not only is he powerful in technique and calm in heart, but his foundation is also far superior to his opponent. Especially in terms of his physical body, he is more like a rare peerless ferocious beast.

Feng Zhilin was filled with emotions.

"Maybe the powerless feeling Yang Chen feels when facing Long Chen now is the same feeling he felt when facing Yang Chen."

She saw Yang Chen standing up again. His brain quickly recovered, but the stab wounds to his soul were even more severe.

He looked at Long Chen blankly and murmured: "I, I won't die..."

He is just a person immersed in fantasy and unable to extricate himself.

Long Chen walked up to him step by step, the Lingxi Sword touched his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Yang Chen, can you stop using such a ridiculous gesture? I have nothing to do with you, even if you kill me now You, it seems, are more beneficial to me. Maybe it will be my turn to be the Shengwu Emperor, but I don’t want to kill you. Some things must be fought for by fair and aboveboard means. Since you are my enemy, don’t do this. You look like a coward. Besides, you are not immortal. There are no truly immortal people. You are just a small exception."

"I don't believe it!" Yang Chen roared in pain.

Long Chen said nothing and stabbed the Lingxi Sword in.

Yang Chen knelt on the ground, his limbs weak. At this moment, the power of the Eighteen Martial Gods was exhausted.

He is not Long Chen's opponent at all. Maybe Long Chen has not reached the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm, so it will be more difficult to deal with him.

With his current understanding of the way of heaven, it is quite difficult to use the possession of the Eighteen Martial Gods.

Otherwise, it would not fade so quickly.

It can be said that aside from his immortality, Yang Chen is nothing.

It is this immortal body that has become the bond that prevents him from becoming stronger.

After the immortal body was destroyed, Yang Chen couldn't survive.

"If you want to live, just tell me and I will let you go."

A sword pierced the head.

Seeing this bloody scene, everyone was frightened.

"Master!" The master of Hanwu Palace was shocked. If this continues, the little Martial God must die.

Ye Futu gritted his teeth and did not take action for the time being.

Anyway, he will definitely not let Xiao Wushen die.

Only Long Chen can push Ye Futu to this level.

"Live for yourself, or die for others, for lies, it depends on you. To be honest, I am not related to you, I even look down on you, but I sympathize with your experience, maybe your experience is different from mine Yes, but I want to give you a message: People should live well for the people who truly love themselves."

At this point, Long Chen's voice changed: "But do you think that in the eyes of the person who truly loves you, you are just a tool worth mentioning? Your life is so sad because you have created it yourself."

These words entered Yang Chen's mind word by word when he was in extreme pain under the ravages of the Lingxi Sword.

Yang Chen's eyes were wide open, his whole body was twitching, and tears were streaming down his face. His face was pale, and he was almost suffocating. He looked at the world blankly, the stinging pain of his soul, and Long Chen's merciless words. The stinging pain caused him to collapse again and again.

He wanted to just die like this.

However, I think of the person who truly loves me.

Although my parents have been dead for many years, their last wish before they died was to let them live well. So what on earth are they doing?

People should live well for those who truly love them!

Living is better than anything else.

These words were like bombs, exploding in Yang Chen's mind over and over again.

Before the real death came, he suddenly realized that he didn't want to die so much.

At that moment, he resolutely grabbed the blade of the Lingxi Sword, pulled it out with all his strength, and pulled his head out. Regardless of the blood on his body and the severe pain in his head, he struggled to stand up. Even burst into tears.

At this time, only Long Chen stood in front of him.

"I want to be free, I want to be free..."

The simplest thing for everyone is so difficult for him.

He vented his emotions hysterically, smashing everything around him. When he turned around, he saw Long Chen's smiling face.

Long Chen didn't know what his state of mind was.

To be honest, it would be best to kill him by yourself. This was also the original plan. If you kill the opponent quickly, then the Holy Martial Emperor will only be yourself.

But then he didn't choose to do that.

Yang Chen was not a bad person at heart, so Long Chen left him a way to survive. Of course, in the end, he had to fight for it himself. If he didn't choose to live, Long Chen would have no choice but to send him to death.

Long Chen did not regret this choice.

He had killed too many people, and saving one person by chance actually made him feel a lot more open-minded and cheerful, giving him a feeling of a bright future.

Their eyes met, and Long Chen saw his gratitude to him from his trembling eyes.

"I lost!" Yang Chen resolutely said loudly.

He did not look in the direction of Ye Buddha Tu, but turned around.

He was extremely embarrassed, but said with a fiery heart: "From the beginning to the end, I have never won. I only live in my own fantasy."

His mood stabilized and he became very calm. This was his initial appearance.

"In the first round, I took advantage because of bribery and inciting people. In the second round, I performed the worst but got a good score. In the third round, without cheating, I failed miserably. This way How can I be qualified to be the Holy Martial Emperor!"

After saying these words, everyone started to make noise.

Ye Futu's eyes shrank, and a chill came out of his whole body. The Lord of Hanwu Hall next to him was trembling.

"This guy's brain is broken. I'm going to catch him."

The master of the Hanwu Palace hesitated and announced: "The selection of the Holy Martial Emperor is over. Although Long Chen won the last battle, because the total score was not as good as Yang Chen, the Holy Martial Emperor is the little Martial God Yang Chen. Let us cheer, Yang Chen, come here quickly."

The master of Hanwu Palace threatened.

"No!" Yang Chen decisively refused.

This was the first time in his life that he spoke to Ye Futu and the others in such a firm tone.

Yang Chen resolutely said loudly: "I am not qualified to be the Holy Martial Emperor, and I am not qualified to command the Zhenwu Emperor Palace. I just want my freedom, and I hope everyone can help me. I want to leave the Zhenwu Emperor Palace, and leave here forever. I will never He will not come back, and the real Shengwu Emperor, the one next to me, is the perfect candidate."