Territory Troubled Times _ Chapter 1130 The heart of the strong!
"You want to challenge the purgatory mode?" The ethereal voice trembled slightly.
"Why, can't I challenge the purgatory mode?" Chen Tian was definitely not doing it on a whim, his expression was serious.
"You have passed the difficulty mode. According to the rewards from Dao Zong, you can choose to learn Dao Zong's martial arts. Once you learn one skill, you will benefit from it for life. If you continue to challenge and fail, you will not only lose your qualifications, but even lose your life."
The ethereal voice actually tried to dissuade Chen Tian.
"Maybe, if I die it proves that I am only this level of a person, but if I succeed, I can become stronger!" The determination in Chen Tian's eyes could not be refused.
Perhaps Chen Tian also knew that the coming battle would be unpredictable, but now he wanted to experience the horror of purgatory, or in other words, Chen Tian wanted to take a look at himself as a saint.
"Have you really decided? The difficulty is already that of a semi-saint-level strongman. If you choose purgatory, what you will face will be a saint-level strongman, and those who have fought against you so far will have
It's different." The voice spoke again.
"I have made up my mind." Chen Tian flatly rejected the other party's suggestion.
Nothing can change a man's determination.
Above the cloud top, when the Taoist saw Chen Tian being so determined, he couldn't help but sigh: "After all, he is just a person from the lower realm. Confidence is a good thing, but being conceited will cost you your own life. Little Fairy, just let him challenge.
He will know how to use Dao Talismans in critical moments, but his future is just..."
It is conceivable that after experiencing the level of despair in purgatory, a arrogant genius has two possibilities: he can't get back up after a setback, but he can work hard to get better.
But considering that he came from the lower realm, one can imagine how tragic the result would be.
Judging from the previous battles in hard mode, this boy should have reached his limit. Although he is a genius with three attributes of sword spirit, everything was over the moment he chose purgatory.
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The martial arts arena.
"You have made up your mind, I won't say any more. If there is any danger, crush the Taoist talisman." The ethereal voice came out again.
Chen Tian nodded: "I understand."
As the words fell, Chen Tian also felt the birth of a powerful aura. In the center of the huge martial arts arena, another self was born again.
With his appearance, Chen Tian's entire hair stood up.
The cold face, the ruthless aura, and the holy power that is above the rank of the emperor are even more violent covering the world.
This is the realm of the Holy Spirit.
Perfect!
With a perfect aura and a perfect body, Chen Tian saw his future self becoming a saint. At that moment, there was a bit of fanaticism in his eyes.
But he also understood that this was not him after all, it was just a monster with an empty body and no soul.
Before the start of the territorial competition, Chen Tian wanted to break through his limits again. Now that he has become a saint, he couldn't be more suitable.
"Then what's next, is it life or death?" The ink sword appeared in Chen Tian's hand, rendered in black color, like a dragon wandering around, and the sword's intention reached the ninth level of peak will in an instant.
"war!"
Chen Tian shouted and released his sword intention, but as soon as the sword was raised in the air, a terrifying body descended in front of him. The opponent suddenly suppressed his sword hand, and his black sword came towards him.
Chen Tian was startled by the power that burst out in an instant. He bent down to avoid it, and a few wisps flew into the air.
The opponent's unicorn arm reappeared and he punched out. Chen Tian was horrified. The dragon's steps flashed across the sky, but when he looked down, the figure of Saint Wuchen was not diminished.
At this time, a terrifying aura came from behind the sky.
The body is like a swimming dragon!
Chen Tian disappeared in an instant, but just as his footsteps returned to the ground, he again sensed the killing intent coming from behind.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the sword light reappeared. Chen Tian had no choice but to hold up his sword to resist, but the terrifying dark sword light knocked him away.
Chentian looked stern: "You can't be wrong, Tianlongyou!"
Saint Wuchen uses the same pace as Chentian, which is Tianlongyou.
Chen Tian's hand holding the sword trembled a little, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding. He was injured just by blocking the opponent's sword energy.
He is worthy of being a saint himself.
The fighting spirit in Chen Tian's eyes became fervent again, and his sword intent burst out in an instant. If Tianlongyou wasn't enough, then add the blast.
As soon as the wind attribute spiritual power came out, the God of War of Wind appeared behind Chen Tian.
But what Chen Tian didn't expect was that the God of Wind also appeared behind Saint Wuchen, and it was bigger than him and more terrifying than his wind attribute.
The moment the two wind gods' wrath clashed, Chen Tian was knocked away by the opponent's powerful force.
"The Wrath of the Thunder God, the Wrath of the Fire God!" After the three gods' wrath appeared together, Chen Tian gave it a try and fought to the death, but his opponent also had the wrath of the three gods behind him. At the moment of the fight, in the intertwining of wind, thunder, industry and fire
, compose a hymn and war song.
The two sides are going back and forth, and it is no longer clear who is true, only who is strong and who is weak.
The fighting intent and sword intent increased, and the surroundings were filled with smoke and ruins. However, in the battle between wind, thunder and fire, the sword light shook, the wind suddenly rose, and the wild sounds also rose. The proud holy power burst out, followed by a thunderous roar.
Drinking it, the clouds suddenly split and the mountains opened up, and the land became flat as far as the eye could see.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Tian flew in from the void, his body covered in blood.
The Mo sword fell from his hand and pierced into the ground.
At another place, the cold-faced Saint Wuchen was seen walking in the void, his breath trembling with every step he took. When that arrogant and proud face looked at Chen Tian, it was full of cynicism and ridicule.
"This is the result of you challenging the purgatory mode. You overestimate your own capabilities." The cold face spat out cold words.
Chen Tian didn't expect that the person in front of him could actually speak. Could it be that he was already conscious?
"It seems that I still underestimated my own power. The saint himself is indeed so powerful that he can't be matched." Chen Tian's heart was shaken. During the confrontation, he could clearly feel the terror and fear of the saint Wuchen.
He was so powerful that he tried his best but could not do anything to the other party.
On the contrary, he was seriously injured.
"No, you are wrong. You are you and I am me. You are like an ant, but you try to change, but the result is as you can see. An ant is an ant after all. Crush your Taoist talisman and get out." The proud saint
Zhe Wuchen regards the real Chentian as an ant.
Chen Tian's eyes became darker and darker.
The moment he heard this, he was almost certain that the man in front of him was completely different from himself.
After taking the Miracle Pill, Chentian stood up again.
The coldness in his eyes, without any emotion at all.
"What, you still haven't given up? Do you want me to kill you?"
"You can't kill me, and you are no match for me." Chen Tian said moranly.
"Haha, what a joke, you said I'm no match for you!" Sheng Wuchen laughed loudly, but his face suddenly turned ferocious: "I only need one sword to kill you, and I will let you see what the real thought of life and death is!"
The shuttle between life and death, the interlacing of light and shadow, the void was torn and twisted, and there was only a shock between heaven and earth. The thought of life and death burst out in front of Chen Tian's eyes.
This is a blow from the saint, and it is also a blow from the saint Wuchen with all his strength!
The fatal sword technique that cannot be evaded appears in the sword sound, and the black light blooms in front of the eyes.
But there was no contact between life and death, only a clash of weapons.
That thought of life and death was actually blocked by the sharp sword in Chen Tian's hand.
Saint Wuchen showed a look of horror on his face: "How is it possible, how can you block my sword."
"Is it difficult to block your sword?" Chen Tian's eyes were cold, and the two ink swords fighting against each other exuded an awe-inspiring chill.
"It must be a coincidence!" Huilai's sword struck again, as fast as thunder.
But there was another touch of sword sound, and Chen Tian calmly blocked the opponent's sword light.
"All your power is just evolved from me, but you are not worthy of having my power." Chen Tian said coldly.
"Haha, it's a joke. You said I don't deserve your power. If I kill you, you will be gone in this world. How can you still be so arrogant?"
"I said you can't kill me, and now I'm going to take away your power."
"It's up to you, I want you to see what real despair is, the human spirit transformation!" The power of the saint, coupled with the power of the human spirit transformation, the saint's Wuchen aura climbed crazily again.
"Have you seen that I have a more powerful body than you, and I have more terrifying power on you. Whether it is sword power or spiritual power, I am above you. You want to defeat me? It's just a fantasy. Now
, die to me!"
Saint Wuchen disappeared in front of Chen Tian, and an astonishing sword light bloomed in the void. The terrifying thoughts of life and death were still storing up the sword intent, and he unleashed the most terrifying sword at the best time.
"Now, let me see how you can withstand this most powerful blow!"
"This is indeed your strongest blow, but it is not my strongest power. Do you know what a real thought of life and death is!"
The Izumo Sword appeared in Chen Tian's hand. The moment the two swords appeared, an invisible wave of energy bloomed around Chen Tian. One thought was life, the other thought was death. The two poles of yin and yang divided life and death.
"Even if you use two swords, you are still no match for me, die!" The strongest sword in the void came to kill Chen Tian.
"One thought of life and death!" Almost at the same time, light burst out in front of Chen Tian's eyes, and with an angry roar, the two swords merged, revealing the true power of the sword with one thought of life and death.
Keng.
The clash of swords, the interlacing of figures, and the surrounding time seemed to have stopped.
A long time passed, and when an ink sword broke, the scar on the chest scattered scarlet blood.
"Why." Saint Wuchen turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief. He didn't understand why he, who was clearly several times stronger than Chen Tian, was defeated.
"The true power is not experienced in martial arts, talent, or ability, but in the heart!"
Above the Yunding Heavenly Palace.
The powerful Taoist man who controlled Chen Tian's incarnation trembled. At this moment, he actually looked ashamed because of his previous disdain for Chen Tian. His state of mind was actually worse than that of a junior.