Peerless Sword God

Gou Xie's face turned livid again, he reached out to pick up the Blood Emperor's double blades, and walked out of the battle arena with a dejected look.

Xing Xue's face was not very good when he saw this.

After all, they were both angels from the Zhendan Star Region, and if Gou Xie lost face, he would also lose face.

This matter cannot be let go.

Looking coldly at Lin Shaokong, Xing Xue stepped forward to support Gou Xie who had come down, and comforted him with kind words.

"Boring."

Luo Shaobai and Hua Tianying took a look and lost interest.

This so-called Tianjiao from the Zhendan Star Region was defeated by Lin Chen first, and then by Lin Shaokong, and he was not even qualified to be their opponent.

"Boss, Brother Shi Zhan's strength in defeating Gou Xie must be strong. Can he be recognized by those ancient saints?" Tianle asked.

"Brother Lin Shaokong is the young master of the Yantian Holy Sect. His target is the founder of the Yantian Holy Sect, the Yanhuang." Lin Chen said.

"Yan Huang?"

Tianle and Xiaohuo looked around at the ancient saints with doubtful eyes, and suddenly noticed an old man with fire hair and divine flames all over his body, and blurted out: "Boss, is it that senior?"

"Yeah." Lin Chen nodded, and looked at Lin Shaokong on the battle stage, and saw him looking at the old man with fire hair Yan Huang with respect.

Unfortunately, Lin Shaokong watched for a long time, but Yan Huang still did not move.

Lin Shaokong clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and then stepped on the fire cloud and flew out of the battle stage.

"No way, failed?" Tianle said in an unexpected tone.

"This old man is really weird. Since he is the founder of Yantian Shengzong, he should naturally choose Lin Shaokong. Does he want to choose someone else?" Xiaohuo muttered and complained.

"Maybe this Yan Huang senior wants to see Brother Lin Shaokong's more exciting performance." Lin Chen guessed.

Tianle and Xiaohuo nodded thoughtfully.

Shi Zhan and Pang Fei beside them had a trace of regret in their eyes, and then they comforted Lin Shaokong.

As friends of Lin Shaokong, Shi Zhan and Pang Fei knew very well how much he wanted to inherit the legacy of Emperor Yan, so that Yantian Holy Sect could flourish again and stand on the top of the wilderness.

Lin Shaokong took this as his responsibility and mission.

Unfortunately, he failed this time.

Lin Shaokong was very open-minded about this, and said to Shi Zhan and Pang Fei: "Let's work together."

Shi Zhan and Pang Fei nodded seriously. Their goal, similar to Lin Shaokong, was to gain the recognition of the ancient saints, namely, the first ancestor of the Stoneman Clan, Shi Tiandi, and the Feitian Ape Emperor of the Feitian Divine Ape Clan.

In a blink of an eye, it was the fourth day of the assessment.

Lei Ming Dao Sheng of the Life God Clan challenged Xing Xue to learn swordsmanship.

In fact, he could challenge Shi Zhan, but considering that Shi Zhan was Lin Chen's friend, he would definitely show mercy.

Such a swordsmanship duel would not have much meaning, and it was not what Lei Ming Dao Sheng wanted.

He knew clearly that only after going through hardships and being between life and death, could his swordsmanship be improved.

It was based on the above considerations that Lei Ming Dao Sheng chose to challenge Xing Xue, knowing that the other party would not show mercy.

"Looking for death!"

Sure enough, Xing Xue's means were fierce, and his moves were fatal, and he continuously attacked Lei Ming Dao Sheng's vital points.

In his opinion, Lei Ming Dao Sheng did not challenge others, but chose to challenge himself, which was to underestimate himself and must pay the price.

Secondly, Lei Ming Dao Sheng was Lin Chen's friend, and he just vented his anger towards Lin Chen on Lei Ming Dao Sheng's head.

With only three swordsmanship moves, Xing Xue beat Lei Ming Dao Sheng to spit blood, and his life body was injured.

Seeing Lei Ming Dao Sheng and his sword merged into one, Xing Xue even performed a killing move, directly chopping him to the edge of the battle platform.

The silver-red sword light enveloped Lei Ming Dao Sheng who fell from the sword, and his body splashed with a stream of divine blood.

Puff!

Xing Xue cut off the left arm of Lei Ming Dao Sheng with a knife, and said in a stern tone: "Humble ant, you dare to challenge me? Are you worthy of learning my sword skills? You overestimate your ability."

Lin Chen and the Lord of Cang Yuan saw this, and they were all angry, and they were even more worried that Xing Xue would continue to attack.

Fortunately, Lei Ming Dao Sheng also reacted very quickly, quickly admitted defeat, and grinned: "You win."

"Killing you will only humiliate my knife, not to mention that I will not violate the assessment rules."

Xing Xue took back the blood knife, humiliated Lei Ming Dao Sheng, and turned around and flew out of the battle stage, without seeing whether he could get the recognition of a certain ancient sword saint.

Because he regarded Lei Ming Dao Sheng as an ant, how could he get recognition by defeating such an ant, so there was no need to stay and waste time.

Lei Ming Dao Sheng didn't care, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked out of the battle stage.

After coming down, he saw the concerned eyes of Lord Cang Yuan and Lin Chen and others, and his heart was warmed. He smiled and said:

"Master, Brother Tian Jian, this battle means a lot to me. It has enhanced my understanding of the Dao of the Sword. Losing an arm is worth it. Just recover it."

After that, he circulated his blood, Qi and the power of the ancient saints, and saw that the severed left arm grew back.

Seeing him move twice, indicating that he was fine, Lord Cang Yuan and Lord Yuan Guang smiled with relief.

Lin Chen praised: "Brother Lei Ming, in time, your swordsmanship will never be lower than that of Xing Xue, and your future achievements in martial arts will definitely be higher than his."

"Thank you, Brother Tian Jian." Lei Ming Dao Sheng smiled.

"Well, you heal first." Lin Chen said.

The three Saint Lords of Fanling stepped forward and helped Lei Ming Dao Sheng to the back to help him refine the magic pill he took.

Yuan Hong took action. The opponent he challenged was Feng Li of Jiuli Star Region.

Zhatian was overjoyed when he saw this, and excitedly waved his fist and said, "Yuan Hong, help me get revenge."

Yuan Hong laughed and said, "Okay, little girl, this time I will help you teach him a meal."

"Teach me? Do you match?"

Fengli seemed to be a flame, falling on the battle platform, watching Yuan Hong sneer at the opposite side.

Yuan Hong raised his hand and waved his hand, called the iron rod, and pointed at Feng calendar: "Losing you within ten moves."

"furious."

After hearing this, Feng Li was angry, and a sword was in his hand, which led to the power of blood artery and the power of ancient saints, and rushed to Yuan Hong.

In his body, a phoenix sounded, and a phoenix soared out, fanning the fire, forming a material attack and spiritual attack.

The same Phoenix appeared outside the spiritual world of Yuan Hong. The fan that the fan was moved, containing the fierce and sharp sword light, seemed to cut out Yuan Hong's spiritual power.

Yuan Honghaha laughed: "I changed my mind and defeated you in five moves."

He laughed and danced iron sticks, setting off the shadow of the sky, muddy, full of heavy air.

Alas!

The phoenix who cried over was drowned by the sky stick and turned into an embers.

In Yuan Hong's spiritual world, a apes of apes appeared, waving a double punch, breaking thousands of phoenix fire swordsmanship.

Boom!

With a stick of sweeping, there was a trend of anger, forcing the Feng calendar to retreat again and again, and the god trembled.

"Show your tricks." Yuan Hong laughed.