The chatter of the crowd in the distance suddenly disappeared.

Falling into an eerie silence.

One after another, their eyes were fixed on the two people in the field.

Can Xu Chen take the second sword from the Blood-Weeping Sword Saint?

"I will use 60% of my strength for this sword."

A reminder from the Bloody Sword Saint.

Xu Chen's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Don't say 60%, even if it's 100%, I'll stick to it, don't talk nonsense, just use whatever means you have!"

Having said that, Xu Chen's expression became serious and solemn little by little. He took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in his body was operating to the extreme at this moment, and his breath soared.

The Weeping Blood Saint is worthy of being a saint. A sword with 30% strength can already kill any quasi-sage in an instant. Xu Chen also used the Killing Technique, Battle Heaven Art and the Taichu Sword Technique's fourth form to overturn the sea at the same time, and then barely managed to take the Weeping Blood Saint's blow.

A sword with 30% strength.

The blood-weeping saint's second sword is bound to be even more destructive.

Although the reputation of this Blood-weeping Sword Saint is not very good, his strength is unquestionable.

"Arrogant!"

The Weeping Blood Sword Saint gave a cold shout, and slowly closed his eyes at this moment, and then waves of blood-colored spiritual power surged out of his body like a tide.

The aura of terror suddenly filled the air.

The situation changes suddenly.

Thunder rolls.

The people watching the battle from a distance felt a terrifying aura sweep over them at this moment. Their expressions changed dramatically, and they quickly retreated. Those who moved slowly turned pale and vomited blood.

The two quasi-sages, the old man in gray and the middle-aged in green, also slowly retreated at this moment.

There was a look of yearning on their faces.

Saint, so powerful.

The saints are like ants.

These words are indeed not false.

No matter how powerful the quasi-sage is, in front of the saint, he is still like a baby and an adult, with an insurmountable gap.

The weeping saint slowly opened his eyes, his eyes as cold as knives, and an extremely dangerous aura spread out from him.

Xu Chen looked at the weeping Blood Sword Saint across from him with his eyes slightly closed. He felt a strong sense of danger from the astonishing aura emanating from his body.

Xu Chen took a deep breath and couldn't help but increase his strength in his right hand holding the sword.

The sea of ​​​​qi also surged with turbulent waves at this moment.

The golden light flourishes.

The roar of the dragon resounded.

His breath surged again.

And the aura emanating from his body at this moment carried the majesty of a king amid danger.

This moment.

Xu Chen gives people the impression that he is a king who controls the destiny of his family.

"What's going on?"

A look of surprise and suspicion flashed across the eyes of the Weeping Blood Sword Saint.

He frowned and looked at Xu Chen in confusion.

His breath was actually suppressed.

Why is this happening?

Although Xu Chen's aura was strong, there was still a huge gap between him and him.

Logically speaking, it is right for him to suppress Xu Chen, not for Xu Chen to suppress him.

But now the result is that he is suppressed.

This was the first time he encountered this feeling.

At the same time, there was an impulse in my heart to kneel down and worship.

Yes.

bow down!

It was as if the person standing opposite was not Xu Chen, but the king of the human race. He couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship.

However, this impulse to kneel down was very weak, and he suppressed this impulse with a thought.

"What, what's going on?"

"I, I, my body suddenly lost control and I wanted to kneel down."

"Me too."

"What happened?"

"have no idea."

"It was the young man who fought against the Blood-Weeping Sword Saint. It was him. He must have used some method to make me want to kneel down to him..."

"Yes, it's him."

"..."

The crowd fell into panic and started talking.

"Boy, no matter what methods you use, you will inevitably die today!"

The cold voice of the Weeping Blood Sword Saint resounded at this moment.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the Weeping Blood Saint flew up and struck out with a sword in the air. The blood-colored sword energy connected with the sky and the ground, sharp and domineering.

Before the bloody sword energy fell down, a huge crack had already opened in the ground below, and the cracks were like spider webs, rapidly spreading outward.

When everyone saw this, they gasped. The power of this knife was so terrifying.

The earth trembled violently and the void shook wildly, but Xu Chen's figure remained motionless.

He looked calmly at the bloody sword energy that was coming, and with a thought in his mind, there was a roar, and the energy increased sharply again.

The fourth level of Zhan Tian Jue!

Eight times the combat power!

This change immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked surprised.

This kid's aura actually increased sharply again.

"Who is this young man?"

"His aura has already caught up with the Weeping Blood Sword Saint."

"Isn't this man also a saint?"

"Even if he is not a saint, he is still a quasi-saint!"

"..."

"..."

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Xu Chen took action, and the sword in his hand burst out with dazzling sword energy.

The sword energy soared into the sky.

The sword is as strong as a dragon.

The fifth form of the Taichu Sword Technique: Split the Earth!

As Xu Chen swung his sword, the void in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror, and a sword energy as thick as a mountain shot out, fiercely colliding with the bloody sword energy that came from the violent slash.

"boom!"

At the moment of the explosion, the world seemed to become quiet, all the sounds disappeared, and everyone looked at this scene with horrified expressions.

Before they could come to their senses, a series of almost substantial sound waves formed by the terrifying collision sound had already swept over them.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Countless people spurted blood.

More often than not, the ears bleed, the eardrums are impacted, and there are varying degrees of damage.

After the sound wave, there was the terrifying aftermath.

The aftermath superimposed and formed a hurricane, raging crazily in all directions.

This moment.
To be continued...