"Boom!" At this moment, a huge roar spread from the arena, and the energy shield around Wen Cheng's body finally withstood the attack of the Rain of Holy Light controlled by Jian Chen.
It shattered, and the powerful energy fluctuations turned into an invisible shock wave, pushing Wen Cheng's body backwards.
"You actually...you actually..." Wen Cheng's expression was full of disbelief. He pointed at Jian Chen, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
The Rain of Holy Light that he cast was unexpectedly taken away from him by Chang Yang, who was not as good at Yishi Yuan Dan, and was controlled by Chang Yang to attack him. Is this justified?
But after Jian Chen broke through Wen Cheng's shield, he moved without hesitation. He ducked and approached Wen Cheng, and the Sword of Holy Light in his hand slashed straight at Wen Cheng.
Wen Cheng's face changed slightly. In his opinion, Jian Chen's reaction was too quick and his attack was too fierce. Facing the sword of holy light that was coming towards him, he had no time to use the light magic to block it, and immediately condensed a ray of light.
The wings of holy light flew back.
His combat experience was obviously far inferior to that of Jian Chen. Just such a small error allowed him to have the upper hand from the beginning and end up being extremely passive.
Jian Chen, on the other hand, took advantage of the victory and pursued She Wencheng. The sword of holy light in his hand stabbed out mercilessly and reached Wencheng's chest in the blink of an eye.
Wen Cheng's complexion changed drastically. Although he had some combat experience, he had never experienced such a tense battle. After Jian Chen seized the opportunity and launched a violent offensive, he immediately became confused.
In desperation, he just rolled around like a lazy donkey, narrowly avoiding the Sword of Holy Light.
But even so, the white robe on his body was cut with a long crack by the sword of holy light. The originally spotless white robe was now covered with dust.
After getting up from the ring, Wen Cheng's face had turned livid, and his lungs were about to explode. For him, the roll he just made was a loss of his own dignity, and he would be in the Temple of Light in the future.
It's hard to hold your head up.
"Changyang, I swear, I will definitely make you regret it." Wen Cheng let out a low roar, also condensed a sword of holy light, and slashed towards Jian Chen at the fastest speed he could achieve.
In Wen Cheng's eyes, the speed of this sword of holy light had indeed reached the limit of what he could exert. He was confident that even some ordinary three-color Yuan Dan light saint masters would not be able to evade his attack.
However, in Jian Chen's eyes, it was still as slow as a snail, but this time, Jian Chen did not choose to dodge, but deliberately made a gesture of being caught off guard and withstood the blow with his own body.
Moreover, when the Sword of Holy Light was about to hit him, he had secretly mobilized the power of chaos within his body, turned the power of chaos into a sharp blade, and actively pierced his body of chaos.
This caused the sword of holy light struck by Wen Cheng to hit the wound on Jian Chen's body caused by the power of chaos without any deviation, piercing through Jian Chen's body.
Jian Chen, on the other hand, did not care about his injuries at all. He enveloped himself with a layer of light holy power, and the sword of holy light in his hand also penetrated into Wen Cheng's body.
"Ah!" Wen Cheng had never experienced such severe pain. He immediately let out a painful scream and quickly retreated, keeping distance from Jian Chen.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Jian Chen's mouth, and with a thought, a Sword of Holy Light appeared out of thin air behind Wen Cheng. When Wen Cheng retreated, he directly and actively hit the tip of the Sword of Holy Light.
Immediately there was another painful muffled sound.
Jian Chen's eyes were cold. He took a step forward. The Sword of Holy Light in his hand was raised high above his head. It burst out with dazzling light. Just when he was about to slash it towards Wen Cheng, a voice suddenly came into his ears.
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"Changyang, I am Zheng Xin. In this battle, you can only lose, not win!"
Zheng Zhengxin gave orders to Jian Chen with a condescending attitude, and his tone left no room for doubt.
Of course, he was communicating with Jian Chen through sound transmission, so he was not afraid of being heard by some unimportant people.
After the message was transmitted, Zheng Zhengxin stood there with his arms crossed and a face full of confidence, as if he already knew that Changyang would not dare to disobey his order.
After all, he is a nine-star genius in the Temple of Light. This status does have a strong intimidating effect on many ordinary disciples.
"Changyang, I am Xin Bing. It is already an extremely remarkable achievement that you can force a Saint Master of Light with three-color Yuan Dan into such a panic. Let this battle end with a draw." Another nine-star genius.
Xin Bing also sent a message to Jian Chen, but his tone was not as tough as Zheng Zhengxin's.
Listening to the voice transmission between Zheng Zhengxin and Xin Bing, Jian Chen sneered in his heart. His current perception was beyond imagination. The bet between these two nine-star geniuses and the leader of Wangtian Peak, he had another
How can I not know.
If it were anyone else, they would naturally not dare to offend the nine-star genius who was about to become the new Holy Son. However, they met Jian Chen.
"Whoa!" Jian Chen ignored Zheng Zhengxin and Xin Bing. In a flash of white light, the sword of holy light in his hand brought out a bright light and chopped off one of Wen Cheng's arms without hesitation.
Come down.
Wen Cheng suddenly let out a shrill scream like a slaughtered pig. The heartbreaking pain made his whole body convulse uncontrollably, and he almost fainted.
This scene made the Holy Masters of Light who were watching the battle around the arena burst into an uproar, and many of them were silenced by Jian Chen's bloody methods.
After all, these Light Saint Masters are not like those warriors. Each of them has experienced hundreds of battles. Some of them have come out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and have long been accustomed to bloody scenes.
On the other side, Zheng Zhengxin, who was standing with the leader of Wangtian Peak, also became a little ugly. He had a gloomy face and stared at Jian Chen with a cold light in his eyes. He was secretly angry in his heart: "This
Changyang really doesn’t know what’s good or bad, how dare you disobey my orders just by being a Yuan Dan disciple, huh.”
Xin Bing also frowned slightly, looking at Jian Chen with displeasure in his eyes.
"This Changyang is really becoming more and more appealing to me." The white-haired Peak Master of Wangtian Peak said with a smile, looking at Jian Chen with undisguised admiration.
"Changyang, please stop quickly, you must lose this battle." Zheng Zhengxin once again sent a message to Jian Chen, this time, his tone became sharp.
However, Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to his voice transmission. He stepped in front of Wen Cheng, grabbed the collar on Wen Cheng's chest with one hand, and stared coldly at Wen Cheng, whose face turned pale as paper due to the severe pain, and spoke in a tone of voice
He said coldly: "Wencheng, I don't have much grudge against you, but you should never, absolutely should not have any inappropriate thoughts about my little junior sister. This is what you ended up with because of your blasphemous thoughts towards my little junior sister.
End." As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Chen raised his hand and slapped Wen Cheng on the face.