Chapter 87: Human and Sword Become One

Not only the middle-aged man, but also the other sect leaders and Lin Wudong were shocked by this incongruous sword.

If it weren't for the strong sword intent around him, who would believe that he was actually a sword cultivator?

The reversal and difference brought by this scene made everyone present stunned.

"Well, I didn't study much, is this a sword cultivator?"

A cultivator asked weakly.

No one answered him.

Because everyone was shocked by this scene.

Boom!

Feeling this terrible murderous aura, Lin Wudong's arrogance and ferocity on his face were restrained, replaced by a solemn look. He raised the Fire God Sword high above his head, and at the same time muttered something.

"The Fire God is coming!"

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that countless air waves were rolling, and a flame phantom more than ten meters high quickly emerged from the Fire God Sword. This phantom held the moon in his left hand and pushed the sun with his right hand, like the arrival of the God of War, unparalleled in the world.

Under the powerful sweep of the flame phantom, the clouds in the void were shattered one by one, like mountains and rivers flowing backwards.

The phantom of the fire god condensed the sun and moon fist seal, facing the sword that chopped down from the sky!

Boom!

A deafening explosion sounded, the world trembled, and the air wave swept.

Everyone felt as if their bodies were crushed by a chariot, and their minds were completely sunk. They could not see or hear, and they were completely trapped in darkness.

After a few breaths, a ray of light appeared in front of them.

Everyone hurriedly opened their eyes, wanting to see the result of this attack.

This scene made them completely dumbfounded.

Lin Wudong's body, half-kneeling, sank deeply into the ground.

His whole body was trembling slightly.

And Ye Chen, holding the broken sword, stood in front of him.

Puff!

A subtle sound came from Lin Wudong's back.

His skin, unable to withstand the huge force, was torn in large pieces.

Blood gushed out from the wound.

In just a moment, Lin Wudong became a bloody man.

The intense pain hit every inch of his nerves, covering his limbs and bones.

Ye Chen's expression was cold, and his pupils were filled with murderous intent. After taking a short breath, he slashed with his sword!

Clang!

Lin Wudong's pupils were red, and he desperately raised the Fire God Sword to block the sword.

Obviously he underestimated Ye Chen's power. The impact force contained in it was like a mountain collapsing, which shook him away.

"Cough cough..."

Lin Wudong coughed violently, and then spit out blood.

His sword intent was vulnerable to Ye Chen's sword intent!

"Lin... Brother Lin, this is..."

"Did you lose?"

"Impossible, I, I don't believe that Brother Lin will lose to him."

Those practitioners had a flash of fear in their eyes.

Although they saw it with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe it.

A few months ago, Ye Chen was a nameless person.

Later, he joined Qingxuan Sect by chance, and then he really started his road to fame.

But in fact, these disciples did not take Ye Chen seriously. Even if he could defeat Su Aoxue, Lin Wudong was still a mountain standing in front of him, and they could only look up and could not cross.

But the scene in front of them completely overturned their cognition.

According to legend, the invincible incarnation Lin Wudong would also have such an embarrassing moment.

"This battle is almost over."

The middle-aged man nodded, and the surprise in his eyes could not be suppressed.

Lin Wudong is indeed a genius in the land of Hundred Countries. He is only in his early twenties, but he can reach the level of half-step sainthood. He is also a Xuan-grade formation master, and he has also comprehended the sword intent. He is definitely a rare genius!

Even among the core disciples of the War God Palace, he can occupy a place.

I thought that this harvest would stop here, who would have expected that there would be an unexpected harvest!

Ye Chen!

At the age of seventeen, he has reached the level of the human mysterious realm.

He may not be as dazzling as Lin Wudong in other professions, but he is powerful!

Just this sentence can suppress everything.

In this world, combat power is still respected after all!

Most importantly, he is still a sword cultivator!

The name of a sword cultivator, even if looking at the nine heavens and ten earths, is the existence of the strongest combat power!

These two young geniuses have moved him. Instead of fighting life and death, it is better to stop the battle now.

The old man's face is a little livid, "The battle is not over yet, why stop?"

The middle-aged man looked indifferent, "Do you have to live and die, are you satisfied?"

"No."

"No."

The same words came out of Ye Chen and Lin Wudong's mouth.

Lin Wudong's face was ferocious and trembling all over.

Ye Chen's face was cold and his eyes were indifferent.

He was unwilling.

He was unwilling to give up.

One was unwilling to lose, and the other was unwilling to fail to kill the other.

"Ye Chen, do you think my fighting power is limited to this level? The battle is not over yet, and you will die in my hands!"

Lin Wudong grinned, and suddenly forced a drop of black blood from his fingertips and injected it into the Fire God Sword.

The next second, the Fire God Sword was like a gust of wind, and it burst into a roar!

The breath was raised again!

"The unity of man and sword, Lin Wudong has reached this level!"

The old man was a little surprised when he saw this, and the iron-blue color on his face quickly faded.

The unity of man and sword is a method of self-mutilation in the sword. It integrates one's own blood into the sword, and then fights. The fighting power is raised, and the strength will double and double again!

However, the loss of blood and blood must be compensated with time.

In the case of light, the cultivation will regress.

In the case of severe, the realm will fall.

It can be seen that Lin Wudong has really stepped into a desperate situation, otherwise he would not have used this move.

The Vulcan phantom, which was more than ten meters tall, also stood up again, with fierce eyes and angry and irritable emotions.

"Ye Chen, die!"

Lin Wudong shouted, thunder roared in the sky, and the sound waves gathered.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a giant flaming hand stretched out from the sky and slapped Ye Chen. Even the sky and the earth were pressed down, forming a strange vacuum.

In terms of attack and momentum, it was obviously much stronger than before.

Ye Chen raised the broken sword and stood it horizontally above his head.

This palm was slapped down hard, but it could not break through the sword intent emitted by the broken sword.

Lin Wudong clenched his fists and opened his mouth to suck, like a whale sucking water. The huge Vulcan phantom turned into a ray of red light and was sucked into his mouth. Then his muscles swelled, and he was crazy and irritable. He raised the Vulcan Sword and chopped it down at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen lifted the broken sword, and the air wave rose into the sky.

The impact hit Lin Wudong, but failed to stop him.

Crack!

The swords collided, and the surrounding ground shook.

Then, the two of them fought back and forth, and actually started a close-range fight.

Ye Chen's fighting spirit surged, and no matter his sword skills or fists, he took a bold and aggressive route. Every punch and every sword contained terrible power. This was the combat experience he had learned after fighting with the Sword Emperor for more than two months.

After the speed and strength were improved to the extreme.

Who can stop him, who can stop him?