Alchemist Sword Sect

"Eastern Palace disciple Hongtian won this battle!" Du Xuan announced.

On the battle platform, Hong Tian stood, his face was a little pale, but the expression on his face was extremely proud, with a kind of self-confidence that looked down on the world.

In front of his eyes, Zhao Chuan was lying on the ground, his chest was stained with blood, there were dense palm prints, deep into the bone marrow, the flesh and blood were blurred, and blood continued to overflow.

"Zhao Chuan?"

Seeing this, the elders of the Wumeng, headed by Wang Zhou, all looked gloomy. They never expected that Hongtian's attack would be so ruthless that Zhao Chuan was seriously injured.

The veins on Zhou Luxiong's forehead throbbed, his eyes showed anger, he wished he could go on stage immediately and kill Hongtian directly.

The elders of other forces were also secretly shocked. This Hongtian was not only extremely talented, but also ruthless. Such a person would become a hero in the future.

Disciples of various sects also feel terrified of Hongtian.

Hongtian was even more proud.

"This Hongtian is really arrogant." Zhang Lie said angrily.

"He does have the strength of self-confidence." Wang Chun said.

"It's easy to break just after." Lu Chen smiled.

Wang Chun and Wang Chun nodded thoughtfully.

Lu Chen didn't say any more, and turned to look at the battle platform.

Because Feng Buhua and Nie Changkong were on stage at this time.

They are the last two!

Among the two, Feng Buhua has the greatest reputation, and there are countless people who have lost to him among practitioners of the same realm, and it is difficult to count.

Of course, Nie Changkong also has a good reputation. After all, he is the number one member of the outer sect of the Divine Sword Sect.

Therefore, this is a peak duel that has attracted much attention.

"I think the chances of winning if the wind does not change are better."

"I think Feng Buhua is the uncrowned king."

"Nie Changkong once lost to Feng Buhua once, and now he fights again, the outcome is already doomed."

The outer sect disciples of the top ten forces are no strangers to Feng Buhua, and it can even be said that what is familiar cannot be more familiar.

They are even more clear about his strength, so they are almost unanimously affirmed that if the wind does not change, he will win.

Seeing this, Lu Chen also turned his back on Feng Buhua, he didn't expect his prestige to be so high.

"Feng Buhua is indeed very strong. Even if I cast the Indestructible Thunder Edict with all my strength, I still have no certainty of victory." Wang Chun said.

"Brother Wang ever fought against him?" Lu Chen asked.

"That was before I practiced Immortal Thunder Edict. I went to challenge him. I tried my best, but it was difficult to defeat him. Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to fight him again, but it's a pity." Wang Chun shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"There will be opportunities in the future, brother Wang, don't be discouraged." Lu Chen comforted.

He knew that Wang Chun had a chance to defeat Zhenye, but unfortunately he miscalculated.

"Brother Lu, if you don't mind the upper hand, you must be careful." Wang Chun said seriously.

"So, you also think Nie Changtian will not be his opponent?" Lu Chen asked.

"Of course." Wang Chun nodded.

"I don't know what's going on, but I always feel that Nie Changtian is a bit weird, maybe I feel wrong." Lu Chen stared at Nie Changtian, frowned slightly, and said immediately.

"Feng Buhua has practiced many kinds of ancient methods. Even if Nie Changtian has the trump card, it will be difficult to defeat him." Wang Chun said.

"Ancient method?" Lu Chen nodded slightly, and turned to look at the battle platform.

Feng Buhuachuan painted a silver light-patterned robe, coupled with his majestic appearance and bluish-glowing hair, it gave people a very strange feeling.

It is no exaggeration to say that if a person like Yang Huazhen is a genius, then Feng Buhua is the pride of heaven, a rare existence.

Nie Changtian, with black hair and bright eyes, looked at Feng Buhua and smiled and said, "Feng Buhua, I wanted to challenge you a long time ago, but I didn't expect that it would be with you on Tianzun Mountain." fight, and in front of so many elders." He seemed to be doing homework without changing the wind, giving people a chic posture,

"Nie Changkong, it seems that you really want to defeat me." Feng Buhua smiled.

"Of course, I dreamed of defeating you, and God finally gave me this chance today." Nie Changkong stared at Feng Buhua with burning eyes, and said seriously.

"Nie Changkong, I can beat you once, or twice." Feng Buhua said calmly.

Hearing this, Nie Changkong sneered, cupped his hands and said to Du Xuan: "Master Du Xuan, we are ready, please let us start the competition."

Feng Buhua also bowed to Duxuan, expressing that he had no objection.

"Okay, let's start the competition." Du Xuan nodded.

"Nie Changkong, since you are so impatient, I'll let you make the first move." Feng Buhua said immediately.

"Okay." Nie Changkong nodded, staring at Feng Buhua, and suddenly took a step, a dark and icy breath suddenly radiated, and the air in all directions immediately became icy cold.

Then, strips of black lines, light lines, and light symbols emerged from his body, gathered around him, setting him off like a dark god.

"The dark power he cultivated?" Lu Chen asked in surprise.

"No, it's the way of ghosts." Wang Chun shook his head and said.

"Ghost way? Is he a ghost cultivator?" Lu Chen lost his voice.

"Yes, Nie Changkong was born with a ghost body." Wang Chun nodded and said.

"Ghost spirit body?" Lu Chen was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly realized that the ghost spirit body is a natural ghost cultivator. If you don't follow the way of ghosts, it will be a waste.

However, the fact that Nie Changkong was a ghost cultivator still surprised Lu Chen.

This made him a little more interested in Nie Changkong.

And this Nie Changkong's body has already heard the sound of whimpering, as if a ghost is crying, and a series of human-shaped ghost energy condensed and appeared, attacking the wind like a ghost soldier.

"Small tricks!"

Feng Buhua sneered coldly, and struck out suddenly, with a powerful palm that covered one space, shrouded in silver light, and the space showed signs of stagnation.

Moreover, Feng Buhua's palm didn't stop at all, like a silver lightning, it slashed towards Nie Changkong's face.

While attacking, he said, "Nie Changkong, you and I are very familiar with the exercises of both sides, so, you and I will each use the real moves in our hands."

"good!"

Nie Changkong's face was like still water, his eyes were like an ancient well without waves, his loose hair was flying, and endless ghost energy swept out from his palm, condensing into a black long knife.

The whole body of this knife is pitch black, and there are many ghost patterns on the blade, which look like ghost faces. When you look closely, it makes your scalp tingle, and the handle is a piece of black bone, with a fist-sized skull on the top, which looks very horrible.

"Is this a high-grade artifact?" Lu Chen asked in surprise.

"This sword is called the Ghost King Sword. It was obtained by Nie Changkong from an ancient ghost cultivator's tomb. It is extremely powerful. There are not many ghosts in the heavenly realm who died under his sword." Wang Chun said.

"With such a sharp weapon, ordinary cultivators in the god realm will be directly at a disadvantage in terms of weapons." Lu Chen sighed softly, thinking that his weapons were only middle-grade artifacts, he was a little depressed.

"This is indeed the truth." Wang Chun nodded, but changed his voice, "However, using a high-grade artifact requires a lot of divine power, at least twice that of a middle-grade artifact. Therefore, even Nie Changkong is extremely powerful." Use this knife sparingly. '

"If he hadn't been fighting against Feng Buhua, he probably wouldn't have taken out this knife so soon." Zhang Lie echoed.

"Yeah." Lu Chen nodded, the wind is too strong, if it is him, he must go all out.

Looking on the battle stage, I saw Nie Changkong charged towards Feng Buhua with the ghost king saber, followed by endless ghost aura, which evolved into a black saber aura, and slashed at him head-on and face-to-face.

But Feng Buhua was very calm. He clapped his hands on his body, and the crackling sound came out of his body immediately, and then he saw his body blooming with divine light, growing infinitely, and the whole body bloomed with light, like a child of God, exuding strong power .

"It's the Undefeated Emperor's Physique, a mid-level magical skill, and Feng Buhua has already cultivated it to the state of great accomplishment." Wang Chun said.

"Very strong." Lu Chen nodded.

Feng Buhua, who displayed the Undefeated Emperor Body, looked tall and majestic, possessing an ancient atmosphere, as if an ancient emperor had descended and ruled the mountains and rivers. With a sudden grab with both hands, the saber energy condensed by ghost energy immediately shattered.

Then, he rushed towards Nie Changkong like a broken bamboo, and swung his fists like mountains with great strength, resisting the Ghost King Saber in Nie Changkong's hand.

It can be said that Feng Buhua's fist is his best weapon, even if it cannot be compared with the high-grade artifact Ghost King Sword, it can still be compared with the middle-grade artifact.

What's more, Nie Changkong couldn't fully arouse the power of the Ghost King Saber.

But at this time, Nie Changkong's body also changed, growing in size, comparable to Feng Buhua, with a ghostly aura all over his body, as if a ghost king was born.

The ghost energy collided with the divine light, and there was a chirping sound, and the ghost patterns and silver patterns all over the sky were mercilessly torn apart, hitting Nie Changkong and Feng Buhua, and there were loud noises.

Nie Changkong's face was cold, his eyes were dark, and there was a ghostly aura, like a cold abyss. He shot a ghostly pupil light, and then moved his hands, hit the sky, and then fell down.

The monstrous ghostly aura swept across the sky, and countless whimpers came out, as if all ghosts came out of the abyss, and a group of demons danced wildly. Nie Changkong took advantage of it and swung the Ghost King Saber like the king of all ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his right hand high, grabbed Feng Buhua, and shouted sharply: "The ghost hand that covers the sky!"

"Have you finally started to use your hole cards? True Void Gold Yuan Slash, kill!"

Feng Buhua was not flustered, the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of coldness, and with a movement of his hands, between opening and closing, golden light rolled in disorder, turning into a blade, tearing out, piercing the vacuum.

In an instant, the ghostly hand that covered the sky collided with the golden light blade, and there was a loud bang, and countless ghost auras and golden lights rushed out.

There was a loud noise, and the two fought against each other, exuding a terrifying aura, which was chilling. Most of the outer sect disciples from the top ten powers changed their faces when they saw it.

Is this the strength of the top Tianjiao?

Lu Chen was also amazed when he saw it.

The wind is not strong, and Nie Changkong is also strong. The two of them each cast powerful magical skills, and they are evenly matched. From a short-term perspective, it is really difficult to tell who wins and who loses?

After a while, Feng Buhua and Feng Buhua performed their powerful magical skills again. Obviously, they would not let the battle situation fall into a stalemate, which would be of no benefit to each other.

"Emperor Dao True Essence Kung Fu!"

Feng Buhua's eyes burst into yellow light, as bright as jewels, captivating and frightening, as soon as countless runes flew out, they gathered in his palm.

Powerful breaths emanated from his body, and golden light talismans condensed together to form a huge golden ball of light.

Among them, there is also a phantom of the emperor, which looks high and high, making people feel worshipful.

"go!"

Feng Buhua stared at Nie Changkong, who was surrounded by ghost energy, uttered a word coldly, and then shot out the huge golden ball of light, and there was a whistling sound in the void, like the sun and the moon falling to the ground, it was extremely terrifying.

"Heavenly ghost concentric technique, kill!"

But Nie Changkong didn't change his face, his eyes were still cold, black shadows flickered from his eyes, and as soon as his hands were sealed, there were bursts of shrill roars, and the timid would be scared to cry.