As everyone expected, when Wang Zhong mastered the second divine sword, his aura suddenly increased and he went straight towards the bullfight.
His long purple hair was flying, and his eyes glowed with a strange cold luster. If the ancient demon god awakened from the years, his power would be immeasurable.
"The name of this sword is Ai Shuang. It is my most beloved treasure. No one has been able to force me to sacrifice this sword for a long time."
Wang Zhong sighed softly, with a hint of emotion in his voice.
Along with the emotion, the murderous intent in him became more and more boiling, like a volcano that had been dead for a long time suddenly erupting.
"Chen Xi, today you were defeated by Ai Shuang, you can be proud of yourself."
An indifferent voice was floating around, and Wang Zhong had launched another attack.
Buzz!
The bright red and translucent calamity-destroying sword in his right hand was raised, slashing out a blurry and dreamlike streak of blood, revealing endless blood, as if it was about to wash the world with blood.
Whoosh!
The crystal-clear Frost Sword in his right hand, as bright as snow, was thrust out in a simple way. In an instant, the world was filled with frost, and the edge pierced people's hearts.
Two different kendo forces of different power were superimposed at this moment, producing a grand and terrifying vision that caused the breathing of all the monks in the room to stop and their hearts to tremble.
Such a blow even made some emperor-level beings feel an inexplicable pressure!
Rumble
The attack of the sword flow is like a call from hell. It wants to completely restrain and suppress people, giving people a feeling of powerlessness that is unstoppable and inevitable.
Many people's hearts were suddenly clenched and hung in their throats, and they were extremely worried about Chen Xi.
This Wang Zhong's strength is too tyrannical, like an unfathomable abyss, it is beyond imagination, and now he is displaying the power of his two swords. At this moment, how can Chen Xi resist?
…
Chen Xi did not resist.
The moment Wang Zhong took action, he also chose to take the initiative.
Whoosh!
A touch of calm, non-pyrotechnic sword energy shot out.
Xuanxin Swordsman's Ox-Resolving Style.
There seemed to be no difference between this attack and the previous one, and there was no trace of world-shattering power, which made many cultivators in the outside world sigh inwardly.
Could it be that Chen Xi...is really at the end of his rope?
boom!
An earth-shaking collision resounded, and Chen Xi's sword energy was the first to collide with the dreamlike bloody sword energy, causing divine brilliance to burst out.
This blow was indeed blocked by Chen Xi, but before he could react, the sword energy from the Sorrow Divine Sword had already struck him.
Bang!
In this situation, Chen Xi could only resist passively, but his whole body seemed to have been hit hard by a hundred thousand mountains, and he fell back uncontrollably.
Three feet.
Five feet.
Seven feet.
…
Every time Chen Xi's figure took a step back, the hearts of many cultivators in the audience twitched, and their worries increased, and many people even couldn't bear to witness it.
Because at this moment, that crystal clear, frost-like sword energy was as heavy as a sacred mountain, and Chen Xi seemed to be overwhelmed, looking extremely strenuous, and could only keep retreating.
Buzz
Wang Zhong's attack was really terrifying. Under his control, he kept buzzing, releasing terrifying divine power, and severely oppressed Chen Xi.
It could be clearly seen that Chen Xi's clothes, long hair, and eyebrows were all faintly covered with a layer of white frost.
And his body is still retreating...
In the eyes of everyone, if this situation continues, Chen Xi will be knocked back ten feet away in less than a moment. Even if he can block the blow by then, according to the rules, he has already lost.
"How could this happen? Do even people like Chen Xi have to be defeated by Wang Zhong?"
Some people sighed and murmured to themselves.
"This blow is indeed too powerful. Who would have thought that the power of Wang Zhong's swords could be so terrifying?"
Some people lamented that they were shocked by the power displayed by Wang Zhong.
"It's over. If Chen Xi is also eliminated, then the whole Shenyan Mountain army will be wiped out this time, and they will completely miss the next round of duel."
Some people have begun to feel sorry.
…
Eight feet.
Nine feet.
As Chen Xi continued to retreat, the minds of the cultivators in the field were also shaken, becoming more and more nervous, and all of them opened their eyes wide.
"It seems that there is no suspense in this duel. It is undeniable that this Wang Zhong is indeed surprisingly powerful."
In the Guiyuan Hall, Loew lamented, "Perhaps only Leng Xinghun, the successor of my Supreme Sect, can defeat him."
"Haha, our temple, Donghuang Yinxuan, is not bad either."
Chisongzi laughed.
After hearing the conversation between the two people, Wen Ting's face looked a little ugly, but she didn't say anything in the end. At this moment, her mind was on Chen Xi, and she was extremely worried about him. She had no time to pay attention to Lu Fu and Chi Songzi.
Provocative.
"Uncle Junior, you must hold on!"
Wen Ting murmured in her heart.
…
In the Mingdao battlefield.
The battle situation has entered an unprecedentedly intense state, and it has also reached the most critical moment, because at this moment, Chen Xi has been forced to retreat nine feet away.
On the other hand, Wang Zhong's momentum was like burning, becoming more and more powerful, controlling that touch of sorrowful frost sword energy to continuously attack, with astonishing power.
From this comparison, anyone who is not blind can clearly see that Chen Xi is at a disadvantage.
Under such a situation, maybe the winner of this duel will be decided in the next moment!
"Chen Xi, your fighting power is indeed beyond my expectation, but it is far from the level that makes me afraid. People like you are destined to be impossible to be my opponent."
At this critical moment, Wang Zhong suddenly smiled and spoke leisurely, looking like he was sure of victory, as if he thought that Chen Xi had no way to save himself and would be defeated.
Chen Xi pursed his lips and said nothing, his expression as indifferent as usual, without any emotion.
While talking, his body was knocked back two steps again, leaving him less than one step away from the ten feet away!
"You still want to resist? Sure enough, in an era like yours..."
Wang Zhong spoke again. Halfway through his words, he seemed to realize something and immediately shut up, just letting out a sneer.
At this time, Chen Xi suddenly raised his head, looked at Wang Zhong in the distance, and said: "It seems that you do know a lot, but you made a mistake."
"oh?"
Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes, but thought that Chen Xi was delaying on purpose, and he was not going to give Chen Xi any chance!
boom!
He controlled the mourning frost sword energy, and its power became more and more powerful, as if he wanted to completely defeat Chen Xi.
One step away is ten feet away.
This distance also means the dividing line between victory and defeat!
When they saw this scene, the hearts of all the cultivators outside could not help but feel anxious, and they were extremely nervous.
Time seems to stand still.
Shentu Yanran, Le Wuhen, Yu Qiujing, Zhuan Yushui and others couldn't help showing expressions that they couldn't bear to witness.
Tu Meng and Gu Yan opened their eyes wide.
Wen Ting couldn't help clenching her hands.
…
Buzz!
At this moment of great urgency, a clear chime of sword sounds suddenly sounded out.
Then, under the horrified gazes of everyone, a divine sword suddenly appeared in Chen Xi's left hand!
This sword has a simple shape, and its entire body is filled with wisps of innate clear color, evolving into dense and obscure divine patterns that wrap around the sword's body.
From a distance, this sword seems to be derived from the Tao of Talisman, with a kind of ingenious workmanship that interprets the mysterious atmosphere of creation.
As soon as it appeared, the sword roared immeasurably, stirring up the nine heavens and ten earths!
This is?
The whole audience was shocked!
Whoosh!
Before they could react, Chen Xi had already slashed out with his sword!
In an instant, the sky was filled with mysterious runes, covering the sky and the earth, and the sword energy was like a flowing rainbow, rushing in all directions. The power was simply terrifying to the extreme.
Boom!
In an instant, the wisp of mourning frost sword energy pressed by a sacred mountain exploded into pieces, and the fragile glass was completely destroyed.
Boom!
There was another thrilling sword roar, and the sword energy had crushed time and space, cut through the longitude and latitude, and suddenly arrived in front of Wang Zhong.
"you!"
Wang Zhong's eyes suddenly shrank, as if in disbelief.
He waved his swords to resist, but in just a moment, Chen Xi's sword hit him hard, and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably.
Once you retreat, you will go up to a hundred feet!
With a pop, when Wang Zhong fell to the ground, his face was red from holding back, his veins were dense, and his clothes were torn. He took a quick breath, but couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
In an instant, his flushed face turned pale and transparent, and his whole body was completely frozen.
The whole place was silent!
The atmosphere was extremely silent.
Everyone looked dumbfounded, as if they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
Indeed, all of this happened too fast, unbelievably fast. From when Chen Xi was about to be defeated in one fell swoop, to when he suddenly used his left-handed sword and came back out of the encirclement like a counterattack, and knocked away the Wang Zhong in one fell swoop, a series of movements almost happened.
suddenly.
So fast that most cultivators didn't have time to see clearly what kind of sword moves Chen Xi had performed, and the duel had already ended.
As a result, all this seemed particularly shocking, as if an incredible miracle was being performed in front of our eyes, leaving people with no time to accept and digest it.
As a result, everyone stood there stunned, shocked and speechless.
"The thing you made wrong is that I can also wield two swords, and this is my trump card."
In this silence, Chen Xi looked at Wang Zhong in the distance and spoke calmly, breaking the silence.
Wang Zhong stood there in shock, with a trace of dark red blood hanging on the corner of his pale and bloodless lips, as if he couldn't accept it.
"Impossible, impossible... How can someone like you be my opponent? This is not true, not true!"
As he muttered to himself, Wang Zhong's expression suddenly turned gloomy and ferocious, and finally he yelled hysterically, revealing a deep sense of unwillingness.
"But, you have already lost."
When Chen Xi saw this, he couldn't help but shook his head, put away his swords, and turned around to leave the Mingdao battlefield.
"Chen Xi! This is not my trump card. I still have many methods that I have not yet used. If we continue to fight, I will definitely be able to defeat you!"
Wang Zhongzhuangruo went crazy and shouted, "Come on, even if you lose, this promotion spot is still yours, how about it?"
"I said, you have already lost, and I have already obtained the promotion spot, why should I fight with you again?"
Chen Xi didn't look back, and said as he walked, "Don't forget, you set the rules for this duel, and I already let you do it once!" i1292