Sect Sect - Chapter 108 The Youngest Martial Artist of the Empire
"Death." That terrifying momentum came in anger, causing the arena to shake.
At this time, Chen Tian suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying sword force vibrated, and the two aura fluctuations actually formed a sharp contrast in the ring.
"windward"
"Draw your sword and kill!"
"boom!"
"What a fast sword, what a ruthless sword."
Under everyone's gaze, Chen Tian's figure flickered, and he drew his sword in an instant, chasing the soul and killing him. However, when the two figures intertwined, Ye Mulin's body made a sound like the collision of iron and metal.
"Qiang!" The sword in Chen Tian's hand actually broke. The astonishing blow he drew the sword to strike was a failure. People sighed without hesitation. The sword was not delayed at all, it was completely fatal. Anyone could have died from the sword.
Down.
But only Ye Mulin wouldn't.
"It's useless?" Chen Tian thought he would hit it with a sure blow, but the sword broke.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Looking at your expression, it seems that you are surprised. Are all of your Tianzong sect such short-sighted people?"
"I have a mutated martial spirit and a body of fine iron. My physical body is strong enough to withstand even heaven-level martial arts. With a little ant like you, you are no match for me." He laughed arrogantly.
The sound echoed throughout the entire arena, and the entire Tianzong looked indifferent.
Lost.
With a body of fine iron, a mutated martial spirit, a core disciple, and a martial arts master level, these talents combined together, although Chen Tian understood the power of the sword, Chen Tian seemed pale and weak.
"Chen Tian, admit defeat!"
"Your talent, you are still young, as long as you have enough time, you are better than anyone else." Mo Wentian transmitted the message to Chen Tian's consciousness. As long as Chen Tian takes the initiative to admit defeat, then he can go on openly.
Prevent.
Chen Tian looked at Mo Wentian. He could feel the sect leader's concern at this moment. At that moment, Chen Tian smiled slightly, making Mo Wentian tremble inexplicably.
Chen Tian turned around and said to the disciples of the sect: "Who can lend me a sword?"
The sword cultivator disciples handed out their swords one after another. At this time, they had no reason to reject Chen Tian, let alone stop a man who was fighting with all his strength.
"Chen Tian, this sword is called Ling Xiao, and it is my sword." At this moment, a clear and sweet voice echoed throughout the audience, and Liu Yan saw a three-foot long sword appearing out of thin air in his hand and threw it to him.
Chentian.
He took Ling Xiao and took the sword out of its sheath. The green sword was so beautiful, but it still had the sharp sword spirit. It was neither light nor heavy. It fit just right in the hand: "What a sword!"
Everyone was shaken in their hearts. Liu Yan actually gave his sword to Chen Tian. As expected, the two people were already together as rumored.
Ling Xiao took out the sheath, and Chen Tian held up the sword flower, leaving a green sword light in the air, so cool.
"So what if you get the sword, there's no way you can break through my fine iron spirit body." Ye Mulin couldn't help but sneered.
Chen Tian turned around and grinned. Everyone could clearly see the smile on his lips. Under such circumstances, he could still laugh.
"But in other words, when I split your body, I can become stronger, can't I?" The Lingxiao sword scabbard was placed on the waist, the sword exuded an awe-inspiring green light, and a surging sword energy seemed to be burning.
Flames soar into the sky.
"Split my body? You can't do it even if I give you a hundred years!"
"A hundred years is too long, seize the day."
The invisible sword energy was released, and the monstrous sword power suddenly shook out. However, this was different from before. When Chen Tian closed his eyes and released his spiritual thoughts to the world, the entire arena seemed to be under control.
That strong sense of oppression was actually heading towards Ye Mulin, and the sword's power was getting stronger and stronger.
He couldn't wait any longer, this was his only thought.
The martial soul flashed, and Ye Mulin, who couldn't hold back, rushed out like a gale. The refined iron martial soul turned his arm into steel, possessing terrifying impact and solidity. With the power of a heaven-level fist and palm,
Powerful, even a third-level martial artist can resist!
"You ants, suffer death!"
Chen Tian suddenly opened his eyes, a brilliant light flashed, and a powerful momentum burst out in an instant.
"That's right!"
"Chentian's aura is that of a martial artist!"
The power that burst out in just a moment made everyone in the audience feel a power different from the past. It was not something that those in the martial arts realm could possess. In other words, Chentian was in the martial arts realm.
Moreover, the momentum is still rising!
He reached the peak of the first level of the martial arts realm before he stopped. At this time, Chen Tian murmured: "Now, you should be the one who dies!"
Chen Tian opened his mouth, but it left everyone present speechless. Ye Mulin, who was complacent a second ago, was simply ashamed at this moment: "How is it possible? How can you be a martial artist? Aren't you only sixteen years old? You are not from the Tian Sect."
A disciple who just entered the inner sect? How is it possible, how can it be so strong!"
Countless impossibilities could not conceal Ye Mulin's shock. Chen Tian took a step forward, and Ling Xiao let out an astonishing sword cry.
"Thirteen styles of swords!"
"Fifth form."
The trembling sound echoed throughout his body. Under the suppression of Shen Nian Tianxia and Chen Tian's burst of martial arts realm, Ye Mulin's body actually trembled a little, and his soul was actually afraid.
"One sword moves the sky."
Even though it was only the newly formed fifth sword, it still swept across the earth like wind and clouds. The terrifying green light rushed into the sky, pierced the sky, and finally fell on Ye Mulin. The shining iron martial soul
, it was almost torn apart the moment it was touched by the sword energy.
In just an instant, Ye Mulin, a core disciple of the Purgatory Sect, a second-level martial artist, and a warrior with a fine iron body, died!
The originally silent Tiandian Peak became silent at this moment. Time and space seemed to be condensed at this moment, and everything became still!
Only the corner of the young man's mouth moved: "No matter you are the tenth or first in the inner sect of Purgatory Sect, no matter you have a refined iron spirit or a body of steel, no matter you are an important person in Purgatory Sect."
, these are not reasons that can defeat me.
"Is a twenty-year-old martial artist very powerful?" Chen Tian's words echoed throughout the Tianzong, and everyone heard them clearly. If it had been before, they would have regarded Chen Tian as a madman or even an idiot.
However, the words coming out of his mouth at this moment were different, that boy!
I have never met a genius in ten thousand years, a sixteen-year-old martial artist!
In the entire Tianfu Empire, he can be called the youngest martial artist.