Raising his head, Ye Chen calmly looked at the martial arts platform.
When you step on it with your right foot, the snowflakes gather together and form a snow lotus.
And Ye Chen's soles of his feet landed on the snow lotus. Every time he took a step, Ye Chen's figure swept dozens of meters across.
Landing lightly on the martial arts platform, Ye Chen said lightly: "Follow the wind at Luoxia Peak!"
"Tsk tsk, the battle between fake souls and martial soul realms! Now it's really interesting!"
"Tsk, tsk, Suifeng has reached the fake soul martial realm at such a young age, and his talent is extremely terrifying!"
"If Sui Feng hadn't met Senior Brother Zhang Lin, maybe he would have been able to reach the top three, but unfortunately he can only stop here today!"
"Perhaps Sui Feng will stop here in this Five Peaks Competition. Then, with his terrifying talent, the next Five Peaks Competition will definitely be his stage!"
For some reason, when Ye Chen faced Zhang Lin, everyone subconsciously thought that Ye Chen would lose.
Looking at the two figures on the fighting stage, a burst of whispers immediately erupted from the surrounding stands.
This is a collision between veteran geniuses and newcomers. In the end, who can still laugh on the martial arts stage?
Seeing Ye Chen and the other two, Yue Hen murmured softly: "Haha, it's better to fight to the death, then the champion of this Five Peaks Competition must be me!"
Indifferent to the whispers ringing around him, Ye Chen raised his palm slightly, and an air sword emerged from the palm of his hand.
A terrifying strong wind surrounded the Qi Sword, and this strong wind stirred up the remaining snow on the ground.
The snowflakes were rolled up and suspended strangely in mid-air. With just a little aura, Ye Chen created such a momentum.
The sword was slightly tilted and pointed at the ground, and the martial arts clothes on his body were floating in the wind. A rare look of solemnity appeared in Zhang Lin's eyes. This boy was not as weak as he thought.
The air sword rotated in Ye Chen's hand, making a hissing sound.
Seeing this, Ye Muwan, who was standing in the stands, was suddenly startled. This air sword was somewhat similar to the Ye family's sword skills.
"Are you ready?" Ye Chen said calmly, his eyes fixed on Zhang Lin and his breath locked.
Zhang Lin glanced at the moon slightly, no doubt waiting for him to announce the game!
Feeling the increasingly tense atmosphere at the scene, Yue Jingxian didn't waste any time and waved directly: "Start!"
As soon as the words fell, the attention of the entire audience was undoubtedly focused, fearing that they would miss this wonderful battle in the fake soul martial realm.
"Don't be nervous!" Ye Chen said gently, slowly raised his right foot, and stepped down slowly in front of countless eyes!
A crack spread along the sole of his foot, and at the same time, Ye Chen's figure shot out like a rainbow.
The figure passed through the void, and the afterimages spread out, pointing at the sword. Ye Chen casually pointed his finger forward, and the sharp sword energy shot out.
When Ye Chen settled down, Zhang Lin quickly jumped back and thrust his sword forward several times.
Bang bang! A dull sound resounded, and the air sword in Ye Chen's hand suddenly shot out onto the martial arts platform, with sword marks extending out until Zhang Lin's crotch.
On the martial arts platform, rocks shot out in all directions and turned into ashes.
Sword marks covered the entire martial arts platform. Finally, above the sword marks, a qi sword emerged and shot towards Zhang Lin's lifeblood.
The sudden attack made Zhang Lin hesitate and dodge in a hurry, but his thigh was still cut by a sword energy, and blood spattered wildly!
Looking at the splattered blood, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. This Ye Chen was too insidious. If this sword slashed through Zhang Lin's lifeline, this Zhang Lin would not be able to survive.
Is it over?
The blood spurted away, but Zhang Lin's eyes remained on Ye Chen, not daring to relax at all.
Seeing Zhang Lin's pale face, Ye Chen shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, this is just the beginning!"
The silence around the entire fighting platform was terrifying, just because of the power of one sword. Many Sword God Sect disciples looked at Ye Chen with a little more admiration in their eyes.
By taking action first to distract Zhang Lin and pave the way for his next move, Ye Chen's combat experience has always exceeded everyone's expectations.
After adjusting his mentality and ignoring the wound on his thigh, Zhang Lin said calmly: "I will return that sword to you!"
Zhang Lin's fighting spirit was revealed in his calm words. Suddenly, two shocking momentums rose between Ye Chen and Zhang Lin at the same time. The true energy continued to surge outwards along their bodies, and the sword energy continued to flow outwards.
The two of them kept colliding with each other.
"It is indeed a battle at the level of the False Soul Martial Realm. The momentum alone is so terrifying!" Feeling the pressure of the spreading momentum, everyone secretly praised.
Zhang Lin suddenly swung his sword, and a sword energy seven or eight feet long flew away from the sword.
In this regard, Ye Chen's expression remained unchanged. With a faint wave of his left hand, the sword energy dissipated. During the whole process, Ye Chen's appearance remained calm and relaxed.
The fighting spirit continued to rise, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, and everyone was waiting for the most exciting moment.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Ye Chen glanced at the sword marks on the martial arts platform. No one noticed at this moment that among the sword marks, there was a little white air surrounding them, and a few ice crystals scattered on the ground.
Holding the bloody sword behind his back with his backhand, Ye Chen pulled out the bloody sword at will, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
There was no nonsense between the two of them. Almost at the same time, their figures shot out.
Two figures wrapped in strong sword energy met in the middle of the martial arts platform. The shadows of swords spread out, and the sound of explosions resounded non-stop.
This was an evenly matched battle, with sword energy surging around like a torrent, stirring the huge martial arts platform.
Its magnificent martial arts are endless, which is a complete visual enjoyment.
After several years of hard training, Ye Chen had already browsed thousands of martial arts, and his horizons were beyond everyone's imagination. An ordinary martial skill could have a different flavor in Ye Chen's hands.
The sword light flickered, and the two figures moved faster and faster, until finally, no one could catch the two figures.
I have to say that Zhang Lin is worthy of being nominated alongside Huang Wushuang. His understanding of kendo far exceeds that of Ye Chen.
The most troublesome thing for Ye Chen was Zhang Lin's control over the sword, which seemed to be superb, but only in this way could he stir up the fighting spirit in Ye Chen's heart.
The swords were handed over to each other, with a harsh "ding" sound, and a strong force burst out from the intersection of the hilts. Ye Chen's arms were slightly numb, and his figure paused, while Zhang Lin took two steps back.
It only took a few minutes, but the two of them used swords and sword moves countless times, and the entire martial arts arena was destroyed and the ground was in a mess.
Fortunately, due to the existence of the light screen, the sword energy did not overflow and injure others.
The figure stopped and Ye Chen looked at Zhang Lin with a dull expression. It had to be said that Zhang Lin's strength was quite good.
Zhang Lin was also looking at Ye Chen and said secretly: "Why is this boy so powerful?"
Originally, Zhang Lin wanted to rely on his cultivation, combat experience, and use of swordsmanship to suppress Ye Chen, but Ye Chen's attainments in this area were not inferior to him.
After wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhang Lin lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the sword marks on his body. This boy's attack was really fierce.
A trace of blood also appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth. With his current physical strength, he could be injured. This shows how powerful Zhang Lin's offensive was.
"I didn't expect that I still underestimated your strength!" Zhang Lin sneered, veins bulging in his right hand holding the sword.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled faintly, and his breath locked Zhang Lin tightly.
"It seems that we can only take action!" Zhang Lin murmured softly: "I used this sword to defeat the Luoxia Peak Master, but today, this sword is enough to beat this kid!"
Saying this, Zhang Lin's eyes showed a trace of reminiscence, and a wave of fluctuation spread out.
Hearing this, Huang Wushuang's expression on the sword platform rarely changed, and he murmured softly: "That sword?"
With a sudden step, Zhang Lin's figure shot out and jumped directly into the sky above Ye Chen.
The long sword in his hand turned into countless sword shadows that filled the fighting stage, and the sword shadows crossed the field with the sound of whistling wind.
A sword mark about a foot long appeared, gravel was scattered everywhere, and dust filled the entire fighting platform.
Dust was flying, and countless sword shadows seemed to appear above Ye Chen's head, pouring down like a waterfall falling more than three thousand feet. The sound was huge, and the sword shadows gradually changed.
Its terrifying coercion spread out, and when faced with this coercion, the faces of Yue Jingxian and others showed a rare look of solemnity.
"Three thousand sword shadows!" Zhang Lin's voice resounded, and countless sword shadows seemed to shrink together and turn into a giant sword...