Wan Wuchen smiled slightly and immediately jumped onto the ring, his expression full of confidence.
"Wan Wuchen, I didn't expect to meet you in the first battle!" At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed and then appeared on the ring.
He was a young man with a very tall build, a dark complexion, and a fierce aura all over his body. He was carrying a big knife, and his expression showed a arrogant look.
"I didn't expect that my defeated general would dare to stand on the ring!" Mo Long carried the ghost-headed sword, which was about one foot long, with a cold brilliance on it. Mo Long made an extremely cool pose.
posture.
He looked at Wan Wuchen proudly, his expression full of mockery.
"Three days later, I should look at you with admiration!" Wan Wuchen smiled faintly, and his originally gloomy face now showed a bit of coldness: "Isn't today the best moment for me to wash away the humiliation of the past?"
"It's up to you!" Mo Long stared at Wan Wuchen mockingly. At this moment, Wan Wuchen's combat power was completely suppressed, and he couldn't tell the difference at all. In Mo Long's eyes, Wan Wuchen was just his.
His defeated generals were completely out of his sight.
"Hmph, since you are looking for death, don't blame me!" The Molong Ghost-headed sword suddenly slipped down, and the sharp blade hit the ring, causing the hard wood to break into pieces.
With his fighting power rising, Molong's fighting power suddenly reached the ultimate level of the War King!
"I, Mo Long, was able to defeat you six years ago, and I can certainly do so now!"
"kill!"
Mo Long's expression gradually became cold and stern, and then his combat power exploded, and then the ghost-headed sword suddenly fell down, and the powerful combat power instantly cracked the rigid wood ring.
"I said that after three days, we should look at each other with admiration!" Wan Wuchen smiled coldly, and his fighting power slowly rose. In an instant, he broke through the barrier of the War Emperor Peak and reached the level of the War Emperor Peak. At the same time,
The bloody sword flashed out, and a chilling aura suddenly came out.
This blood sword was given to him by Chu Tianyi, named Blood Dragon, a primary magic weapon of Xuan level. This is also Wan Wuchen's biggest support!
"War King's Limit!" Mo Long's eyes shrank coldly, staring at Wan Wuchen in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Are you surprised?" Wan Wuchen sneered in his heart, with a hint of teasing gleaming in his eyes: "This seems to have just begun!"
Boom~~
Wan Wuchen's combat power exploded, and the Nine Overlord Sword Techniques suddenly unfolded. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged, condensed into a storm, and suddenly rolled towards the Molong.
"Hmph, so what if your cultivation has reached the limit of the War Emperor, I can still defeat you!" Mo Long looked slightly ferocious, and all the War Emperor's maximum combat power exploded, killing Wan Wuchen.
"Eleven forms of Ghost Sword!"
Boom~~
The ghost-headed broadsword rolled up an endless storm, and instantly collided with Wan Wuchen's blade storm. In an instant, the time was in chaos, and the endless storm was turbulent.
The sword blade storm is endlessly sharp, and the eleventh style of the ghost sword is also extremely sharp. Moreover, the strength of the two is almost the same. In just a moment of collision, the ghost sword brilliance and the sword blade storm were quickly annihilated.
"Sure enough, there is some capital!" Mo Long said with a proud smile: "But this is just the beginning. The Nine Overlord Sword Techniques cannot stop the eleven Ghost Sword Techniques at all!"
"Admit defeat!" Mo Long smiled coldly, and his combat power exploded again. The ghost sword shot towards the sky, and then fell down quickly. In an instant, an illusory sword shadow rushed out like lightning, and just as the sword shadow rushed out
The moment it came out, an extremely sharp force made Wan Wuchen's eyes shrink coldly.
"The Eighth Technique of Overlord Sword!" Wan Wuchen shouted coldly, and his combat power instantly turned into endless blood mist, and then quickly merged into the blade storm, making the blade storm even more terrifying.
Rumble~~~
The ghost sword illusory crashed into the sword blade storm, instantly crushing the sword blade storm. However, the endless sword blade storm, under its constant crushing, finally collapsed the ghost sword phantom.
Break into pieces.
"The Tenth Style of the Ghost Sword!"
Mo Long's expression also gradually became cold and stern. It was obvious that Wan Wuchen's cultivation was not inferior to him at all, and the only one who could defeat him was probably the eleventh style of the Ghost Sword.
Back then, Mo Long's cultivation was much more tyrannical than Wan Wuchen's, and he was able to suppress Wan Wuchen's temper just by relying on his combat power, but now it is simply impossible to do so.
The ghost sword rolled around and turned into countless phantoms. The shadows seemed to really exist before they reached the phantom. And among the endless shadows, Mo Long stood proudly, with the ghost sword pointing towards the sky, and then slashed down with a sudden blow.
The nearly solid sword light struck Wan Wuchen like lightning.
Countless phantoms were surrounding the nearly solid sword light, pressing in all directions, coming in force, and the power of a single blow was barely comparable to that of a junior war saint.
"Nine Techniques of Overlord Sword!"
Wan Wuchen's expression also completely turned cold. Obviously, in terms of combat skills, the Nine Overlord Sword Techniques are lower than the Eleven Ghost Sword Styles, but this does not mean that Wan Wuchen's combat power is lower than that of Mo Sword.
Dragon is weak.
The battle emperor's ultimate fighting power exploded completely, and an inverted storm rolled out, causing the steel ring to be crushed in an instant.
The endless blood solidified in the blade storm, and its momentum was not weaker than the tenth form of the Ghost Sword!
Bang bang~~
The ghost knife slashed down, and the sword blade storm came up to meet it. Suddenly, there were extremely harsh sounds, like a knife chopping fresh bamboo, the ghost sword slash fell on the sword blade storm.
Immediately, the blood color collapsed, and the illusion wrapped around the ghost sword also shattered in an instant, while the almost solid light sword shredded countless blood colors, and without stopping, it slashed towards Wan Wuchen in a straight line.
"Crush it!" Wan Wuchen's eyes tightened, and then the blood sword suddenly rolled, and the crushed blood mist suddenly became more solidified, and directly turned into a bloody sword, with a loud bang, fierce
Stab the light knife hard, causing the light knife to instantly shatter.
"Die!" A sneer flashed across the corner of Wan Wuchen's eyes, and then the bloody sword drew a gorgeous arc in mid-air, killing Molong.
"You actually blocked the Tenth Style of the Ghost Sword!" Mo Long's eyes couldn't help but shrink coldly. Wan Wuchen was so powerful that he had to face it.
"So what if you block the tenth form of the Ghost Sword? I want to see how you block the eleventh form of the Ghost Sword!"
After the bloody sword shattered the light sword, its combat power had been weakened too much. A slight sweep of the Molong Ghost Saber immediately caused the bloody sword to shatter.
"Eleven styles of the Ghost Sword!" Mo Long shouted coldly, his combat power instantly soared to the limit, and his expression looked a bit crazy.
The shadow of the ghost sword rushed out, and in the shadow, Mo Long still stood proudly. He slowly raised the ghost sword. In an instant, endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered together, and all of them converged on the ghost sword.
"Gather!" Mo Long roared loudly, and the countless shadows slowly gathered towards the ghost sword.
Buzzing~~
The ghost sword vibrated, and powerful pressure began. With countless coercion, the two rigid trees directly shattered, cracking like rocks.
"Die!"
When countless phantoms gathered on the ghost sword, Mo Long shouted proudly, and then the ghost sword fell down in the wind. In an instant, the spiritual energy of the world was torn apart, and a light sword rushed up from the ghost sword and cut the heaven and earth.
The spiritual energy was chopped into pieces.
Looking at Mo Long, Wan Wuchen suddenly smiled strangely and said loudly: "Very powerful power."
"If back then, your cultivation alone would have suppressed me to death, but the person I am now is no longer the person I was back then!"
The next moment, the blood sword hung low, and endless combat power rolled up on Wan Wuchen's body. However, that combat power did not stop when it reached the limit of the War Emperor, but was still rising.
"Breakthrough!" Wan Wuchen smiled proudly, and just as he finished speaking, his combat power suddenly broke through the limit of the War Emperor, and an astonishing combat power suddenly rose up and spread out unscrupulously.
That is a fighting power that transcends the realm of a war emperor!
"War Saint Realm!" Mo Long was suddenly startled, his eyes stared at Wan Wuchen in disbelief, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"How is this possible at the primary level of war saint?" There was a bit of trembling and disbelief in Mo Long's voice, but what he saw in front of him could not tolerate his disbelief.
"I said you should treat each other with admiration after three days of separation!" Wan Wuchen smiled proudly, and his slender fingers suddenly clenched, and then the endless fighting power rolled up. It was still the Nine Swordsmanship, but the ultimate realm of the War Emperor and
The power of the primary war saint is completely different when used.
Rumble~~
The world shook slightly, and then an endless storm of swords rolled out, directly crushing the ghost sword.
And when Wan Wuchen's combat power broke through the barrier of the War King, his combat power also increased exponentially. It was not the same concept as the War King's realm. It was also the eighth style of the Overlord Sword, but in just a moment, the Ghost Sword was defeated.
All eleven movements were crushed into pieces.
"No!" That Mo Long was a little hard to accept. The originally strongest killing move was easily shattered by Wan Wuchen, and Wan Wuchen's power actually made him feel like he was beyond his reach.
"How is this possible?!" Mo Long stared at Chu Tianyi and yelled hoarsely: "How could you break through to the realm of war saint in just six years!"
"This is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible!" Wan Wuchen smiled slightly, and then the blade storm suddenly swept out, directly covering the Molong and crushing the Molong's combat power.
"Go away!" Wan Wuchen waved his hand, and the blade storm fell instantly, and when the blade storm fell, the figure of Mo Long slowly appeared.
"you···"
At this moment, Mo Long looked miserable, his fighting strength was crushed, causing him to be seriously injured in an instant. He opened his mouth slightly, and a stream of blood suddenly gushed out, and then he passed out directly.
"Wu Chen wins this battle in the Tianxuan Domain!" The old man's voice was still indifferent and he said like a machine.
"In the next game, Tianxing Secret Land will fight against Xiao Ran at the top of Qiankun!"
Whoosh~~
Immediately, two figures rushed onto the ring, and the battle was about to begin, with fighting power constantly being swept out...