Taking advantage of the time when Xiao Chen dodged the scarlet sword Qi, Hua Yunfei's killing move followed closely behind. Scarlet light filled the air.
There seemed to be countless scarlet figures executing Sword Techniques in the arena. Strands of scarlet sword Qi moved at a strange frequency, fluctuating like the sea.
A horrifying state of massacre spread throughout the entire arena, causing everyone's heart to tremble. "Dang! Dang!
Dang! "
Activating the Windwalk Shoes, Xiao Chen moved about in the sky filled with sword images. He brandished his saber and chopped apart the sword Qi flying at him.
Every sword shadow seemed to be a real martial artist wielding a long sword to attack, stab, chop, hack, or flick.
The angle of the attacks was random, and they came and went without a trace. It was tiring to deal with them.
"Hua Yunfei actually managed to completely learn an ancient Martial Technique. He truly lives up to his reputation as a rare genius of the Hua Clan. This time, Xiao Chen is in danger."
"Indeed. Ancient Martial Techniques and current Martial Techniques are not of the same system. Normally, even if one obtained an ancient Martial Technique, it would be very difficult to truly master it. It would be very difficult to use it in actual combat."
"Look at this arena. There are endless sword images rising and falling one after another. Even a Martial King would find it hard to block them."
When the cultivators in the spectator stands saw the scarlet sword images filling the arena, they recognized that this was an ancient Martial Technique. They could not help but worry for Xiao Chen.
Hua Yunfei's figure was hidden among these sword images. Occasionally, he would send out a sharp sword attack, catching people off guard.
In an instant, Xiao Chen's arms and legs suffered from several sword wounds, no matter how fast he was.
Even if he was fast, he would not be able to dodge these unending and unpredictable sword images. Xiao Chen could only do his best to avoid any injuries to his vital points.
Furthermore, there was a state of massacre that interfered with Xiao Chen's heart. There were killing moves hidden within the killing moves, one after another. This Martial Technique was truly unimaginable.
"Haha! Xiao Chen, this move must not be easy to take, right? Thanks to you, I awakened the Ancient Evil Soul in my body. This Martial Technique is the inheritance of the Ancient Evil Soul."
"In the Ancient Era, the Evil Soul used this move. The continuous stream of sword shadows could cover an area of a hundred meters, encompassing heaven and earth. If a god blocked it, it would kill a god, and if a demon blocked it, it would kill a demon."
Hua Yunfei looked at the tired Xiao Chen and laughed arrogantly. He wanted to strike a blow to Xiao Chen's fighting spirit and make him collapse prematurely.
His mind was clear. Xiao Chen kept his heart calm. He was not worried, not confused, and not afraid.
Xiao Chen ignored Hua Yunfei's words and wandered around the arena, exhibiting the state of thunder to its peak.
Xiao Chen blocked the red sword shadows that came from all directions. At the same time, he did his best to discern the pattern of these sword shadows.
The state of thunder infused with Holy Might could only barely knock these sword shadows back; it could not completely destroy them.
The state of massacre is indeed not easy to deal with, Xiao Chen thought to himself. However, it is fortunate that I have the state of massacre as well.
After blocking for a while, Xiao Chen finally figured out the pattern of the sword shadows. It was time to make a move.
Xiao Chen gently removed the blue strip of cloth from his forehead. A scarlet mark appeared on his forehead. Xiao Chen's angular face immediately turned strange.
The scarlet throne mark on his forehead released a strand of red light. Under the illumination of the red light, Xiao Chen's face looked even more strange.
"Wukui Transforms to Qi!"
Xiao Chen shouted and merged the state of massacre with the state of thunder. Occasionally, a red light flickered among the hundreds of purple saber Qi formed by the divine Wukui Tree. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
In the arena, the scarlet sword Qi and the purplish-red saber Qi clashed in the air. A series of explosions rang out, ringing out endlessly in the sky above Lei Tian.
Hua Yunfei's expression changed slightly. He grasped the scarlet sword tightly and said in disbelief, "How did you comprehend the state of massacre as well?"
The continuous sounds of explosions created violent air currents in the air, and the surrounding railings of the arena were immediately smashed into pieces.
Xiao Chen's hair fluttered and his white robes fluttered. He smiled gently and said, "Who made the rule that you are the only one who can comprehend the state of massacre?"
"Qi Breaks Wukui!"
The purple-and-red saber Qi contained the berserk state of thunder and the state of massacre. It pierced through the boundless shockwaves and headed for Hua Yunfei.
Hua Yunfei brandished his sword and gathered the scattered scarlet light on his sword. He thrust the tip of his sword forward and a spot of scarlet light appeared, blocking the tip of the saber Qi. "Zi!
Zi! "
The two states clashed intensely in the air, neither giving way to the other. They gave off crackling sounds and scarlet ripples appeared in the air. The states surged forward.
"Boom!"
Just as the two states clashed with each other, thunder suddenly roared in the sky. An electric light suddenly shot out from the purple-and-red saber Qi.
Hua Yunfei's state immediately broke. He quickly dodged backward. However, the saber Qi still pierced through his right shoulder, leaving behind a finger-sized bloody hole.
So, I was only clashing with the pure state of massacre earlier. I did not even use the state of thunder, Hua Yunfei thought in horror.
"You are far from being able to compare states with me. I don't care what ancient Martial Technique you have. Break!"
Xiao Chen leaped up gently and his figure flashed. He infused the state of massacre into the state of thunder and brandished his saber Qi, forcing Hua Yunfei to defend.
The situation immediately reversed. Xiao Chen's figure danced around. Strands of purple-and-red saber Qi easily destroyed all of Hua Yunfei's killing moves.
"Blood Shadow Chop!"
"Break!"
"Sea of Blood and Mountain of Corpses!"
"Break!"
"Blood Illuminating the Mountains and Rivers!"
"Break!"
"No matter how many powerful moves you have, my two states, the state of thunder and the state of massacre, will break them with one saber strike!" "Break! Break! Break! "
Hua Yunfei vomited three mouthfuls of blood. Xiao Chen broke all three of his killing moves with one saber strike. The surging energy was like a tsunami, forcing Hua Yunfei to retreat.
"Ding!"
The ferocious energy surged over again. The sword in Hua Yunfei's hand was immediately knocked away. Xiao Chen stepped forward and sent a palm strike at Hua Yunfei's chest, sending him flying.
Hua Yunfei's body slid quickly across the arena. Soon, he reached the edge of the arena. His complexion was pale as he struggled to stand up.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck. It was Xiao Chen moving over and pressing his saber against his neck. Xiao Chen said expressionlessly, "Hua Yunfei, you have lost!"
"I did not lose. How could I lose to trash like you? Back then, I could easily kill you with one finger. This is impossible."
Hua Yunfei pulled the saber away from his neck and leaped up. Then, he launched himself at Xiao Chen.
"Reckless fool!"
Xiao Chen kicked Hua Yunfei's face. The huge force caused Hua Yunfei to flip several times in the air. He landed head first outside the arena.
"He won again! Xiao Chen won again. Who can end him?!"
"Hua Yunfei's strength is at the peak of Martial Saints. He has grasped an ancient Martial Technique. Even a regular Martial King would be able to kill him easily. However, he still lost to Xiao Chen. How many trump cards does Xiao Chen have?"
"I think the state of massacre is his final trump card. However, even if he knows it, it will still be difficult to deal with!"
Another overwhelming victory caused the crowd to erupt into an uproar. Some people even firmly believed that Xiao Chen would be able to defeat all his opponents.
Today, on the Heaven Viewing Platform, Xiao Chen had fought many battles. Regardless of whether his opponents were from the Holy Lands or the geniuses of the noble clans, none of them were mediocre.
However, without exception, Xiao Chen defeated his opponents in an overwhelming manner. With such strength, even if he lost the next few matches, there was no need to doubt his talent and strength.
As long as Xiao Chen could escape this calamity, he would definitely rise up in the future. At that time, the noble clans would be like floating clouds in his eyes.
High up in the clouds, Nangong Lie watched the scene on the Heaven Viewing Platform. He smiled faintly and said, "It looks like there is no need for us to make a move. This brat might be able to escape this calamity."
Ying Yue looked around and said softly, "Now, it all depends on the people from the Holy Lands. These noble clans might not be able to stop him."
On the platform, the elders of the noble clans had unsightly expressions. They wanted to move but did not dare to. They felt very sullen.
The Misty Sword Sect's First Elder said softly, "Chaoyun, how confident are you of dealing with this brat?"
Chu Chaoyun carried his sword on his back and smiled gently, "Victory will be decided in one move. What do you think, First Elder?"
"Ha ha! In that case, I can rest assured," the Misty Sword Sect's First Elder laughed happily.
Up in the arena, Xiao Chen looked at Duanmuqing, Ji Changkong, and Mu Chengxue. He said softly, "The three of you, come at me together. Otherwise, you will not stand a chance against me."
The moment Xiao Chen said that, everyone's heart skipped a beat. Is this Xiao Chen crazy? He actually took the initiative to ask them to attack together.
Ji Changkong smiled coldly and said, "Xiao Chen, if you are really seeking death, I am not afraid to grant your wish."
No expression could be seen on Duanmuqing's cold face. He said coldly, "Do you really think that you are qualified?"
Mu Chengxue held the Holy Weapon, Beauty under the Moon. He revealed a playful smile on his handsome face. He said softly, "If you only have this much strength, you are not even qualified to force me to draw my sword."
The three of them were proud and arrogant people, dragons and phoenixes among men. Since they were young, they had enjoyed the limelight of everyone. They had all sorts of halos above their heads. When had they ever been looked down on like this?
"Boom!
Boom! Boom! "Three strong auras soared into the sky. A resplendent starlight and countless stars flickered. That was Ji Changkong's state of stars.
A bone-chilling coldness spread in the sky. A cold light shone brightly, and a boundless cold Qi spread in the air. It was Duanmu Qing's peak Great Perfection state of ice.
A gentle and warm moonlight scattered down, moving one's heart like a cool breeze. This was Mu Chengxue's strange state of bright moon. Under the calm surface, there was an overwhelming aura.
When the three auras merged, they shattered the clouds in the sky. Winds blew, clouds churned, and the sky changed color.
All the cultivators in the drill grounds felt a strong pressure on their shoulders. It was like a mountain pressing down on them.
Dressed in white robes, Xiao Chen held a saber with a sharp saber light. He smiled faintly at the strong aura. He gently raised his right leg and stomped it down.
With the Dragon and Tiger Body Sculpting Art at peak Great Perfection, Xiao Chen's pure strength could reach fifty thousand kilograms of force. With his full power, he could reach fifty thousand kilograms of force. When infused with Essence, he could reach one hundred thousand kilograms of force.
More importantly, this force could be freely controlled and perfectly manipulated.
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