There is great righteousness in your chest, your heart is as magnanimous as that of a gentleman, and you are not afraid of evil or evil!
Chu Chaoyun stopped singing, shouted softly, waved his hand, and the dazzling Heavenly Sword drew a crack in the space that was darker than the night, and disappeared in a flash.
call out!
Silently and silently, the space cracks drawn by the heavenly sword remained for a long time, and with one brush the terrifying thundercloud vortex in the sky was divided into two halves.
While playing and singing, Chu Chaoyun waved his hand to destroy the sky, instantly destroying the foundation of the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique and the power of heaven.
Under the beam of light condensed by divine power, the moment Chu Chaoyun waved his hand seemed to be frozen into an eternal action, like a god walking in the world, holy and dazzling, with eternal justice.
His words are justice. When he says to destroy the heaven, it is definitely because of the injustice of heaven, not because he is rebellious and violates the power of heaven.
Seeing this shocking scene, everyone was speechless for a long time, unable to think of any words to describe their mood at this moment.
The final battle was too surprising. The two of them fought equally with each other, and easily reduced the Fenglei Tower to ruins.
The wind and thunder barrier that even the average low-grade Martial Emperor couldn't break was casually destroyed by the two of them without any difficulty at all.
Xiao Chen had just gained the advantage and used the power of heaven to suppress Chu Chaoyun, making people think that victory was slightly tilted towards him.
Chu Chaoyun immediately took action, destroying Tianwei in a moment and reversing the decline in one fell swoop, leaving people unable to change their mood.
In mid-air, Xiao Chen's expression suddenly changed, and the momentum on the blade completely disappeared halfway through, leaving not a single trace left.
The foundation was destroyed, the breath in the body was also affected, the internal organs in the chest were tumbling, and he couldn't help but spit out a stream of blood.
retreat! retreat! retreat!
Xiao Chen paused, held his sword in front, pointed his toes, and quickly flew backwards, his body rubbing against the void and making loud sonic boom sounds.
Chu Chaoyun's somewhat pale face smiled softly and said, "Can you retreat? Here comes the sword!"
He reached out and made a slight move, and the long sword floating in the air immediately flew over. His toes were a little bit on the dragon's head, and his body leaped in the air, holding the long sword tightly with his right hand.
The mighty eternal light!
Chu Chaoyun held the sword again, his eyes fixed on the line, and half of the remaining substantial energy in his body was consumed in an instant.
Seizing the opportunity lost by the opponent, firmly holding the advantage in his hands, and expanding it bit by bit, Chu Chaoyun has always been like this.
At this moment, he had the upper hand, and as soon as he got started, he unleashed an expanded version of Eternal Light.
Boom boom boom!
Nine rays of golden light shot down from the sky one after another. With each ray of golden light falling, Chu Chaoyun's figure would shine out in the night, as if he was teleporting in the air.
One hundred meters per step, Chu Chaoyun took nine steps in a row, and with each step he cast a beam of eternal light, swung out ninety-nine thousand nine hundred swords, held it in his mouth but did not release it, and waited until the nine steps were completed.
Chu Chaoyun, who caught up with Xiao Chen, was as dazzling as the sun, and the night turned into day at this moment.
The sword comes out, the light is eternal, the void collapses, there is no escape!
The nine eternal lights, under the blessing of divine power, overlapped together almost miraculously, and everyone took a breath of air.
A ray of eternal light can seriously injure an ordinary low-grade Martial Emperor. If the nine rays overlap, they can be destroyed directly.
This is too much bullying. You really think that I, Xiao Chen, have no backhand power and want to hurt me in one fell swoop!
If you want to fight hard, just do what you want. Xiao Chen's face darkened, and the last move of the Four Seasons Sword Technique was launched quickly.
In spring, the first thunder sounds, and birds and beasts chirp; in summer, the scorching sun burns all the wasteland; in autumn, it rains continuously, making people smile; in winter, frost is like the moon, and the running water hurts!
In an instant, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the meaning of the four seasons in this world that belongs to Xiao Chen, quickly evolved.
All kinds of strange phenomena appear around it at a speed that cannot be captured by the naked eye. They are born and destroyed, reincarnated for hundreds of generations, and the endless power of reincarnation is derived.
The world is old, the seas are changing, and the time is endless. Only reincarnation remains unchanged, the way of heaven is endless, and life is endless!
The power attached to the blade compressed the space and directly distorted it. The sword of Chu Chaoyun turned into fragments of void and retreated strangely.
When the elders of the Bai family saw this scene, they all couldn't help but stood up and murmured: "How is it possible? How can the power of the cycle of seasons be so powerful!"
Within the Bai family, only the core disciples and inner sect elders can practice the Four Seasons Sword Technique. Although they cannot master it all like Bai Qi at the age of twenty-three.
However, after decades of dedicated study, there are quite a few people who have mastered the five-stroke Four Seasons Sword Technique, and they can still use it throughout their lives.
But their power is completely different from Xiao Chen. They are several realms higher than Xiao Chen, but if they are really better than this recruit, they will definitely lose without any accident.
Because that kind of artistic conception fit so well with Xiao Chen, they even had the illusion that the Four Seasons Sword Technique was a martial art created solely by Xiao Chen.
Bai Qi's face looked ugly, and he had never felt so much frustration as at this moment, not even when he lost to Sima Lingxuan.
The Bai family's inherited swordsmanship, in the hands of an outsider, was ten times more powerful than that of his own family.
boom!
The eternal light of divine power faced Xiao Chen's endless life, making a loud noise, and rising up a thousand-foot high air wave, straight into the sky.
In the air waves, thousands of rays of light exploded, water fell and flowers fell, thunder roared, the sun scorched, and all kinds of strange phenomena appeared one after another.
The entire wind and thunder platform collapsed under the fight between the two, and the pieces were fragmented with huge power. It tore cracks in the void and spread out like a storm toward the audience, madly.
The aftermath of such a large-scale attack cannot be blocked by just four referees.
Zong Liang's expression changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice: "Elder Wind, Cloud, Thunder, Lightning, Autumn, Wind, Frost, and Moon Eight will listen to the order and take action quickly to ensure that not a single fragment is splashed onto the audience seats!"
"Got the order!"
The eight old men on the rostrum, with the powerful aura of the peak martial emperors, suddenly spread, their terrifying strength was not retained at all, and their bodies disappeared in a flash.
Bang bang bang bang!
The appearance of the eight elders immediately made the four referees breathe a sigh of relief, and they quickly increased their strength to smash the scattered gravel with one punch.
"All the eight elders under the Lord of Fenglong City were dispatched. What kind of freaks are those two people?"
"It's too scary. The quality of the final battle of this Five Nations Tournament is probably the most powerful in three thousand years. No one will surpass it in the next thousand years."
"Sima Lingxuan and Bai Qi were not unjustly defeated by these two people. They have gone too far."
Seeing the eight people taking action in unison above the competition ground, the hearts of everyone in the audience were all confused at this moment, and they couldn't help but let out various sighs.
How strong must it be to have the eight peak martial emperors take action together to ensure that the aftermath will not completely spread to the past.
After a long time, the chaotic air waves completely dissipated, and the light on Chu Chaoyun and Xiao Chen disappeared.
The clothes on his body were all in tatters, blood was pouring out of the corners of his mouth, and his face was extremely pale.
The wind and thunder platform under my feet had long since disappeared, leaving only a bottomless black hole with no idea what was hidden.
The two of them were trapped in the void, although they were in a state of embarrassment and covered with bruises. But his eyes were full of light, his fighting spirit was burning like a fire, and his desire for victory never stopped.
Suddenly, Xiao Chen suddenly burst out laughing, laughing heartily and heartily.
Chu Chaoyun shot out a sword flower from his wrist and said with doubtful eyes: "Why are you laughing?"
Xiao Chen said with a smile: "I laugh at how good God is to me. I have experienced all kinds of loneliness and sorrow in this world. What I want is not to be invincible in the world, but to be at the peak of martial arts and become a hero like the Thunder Emperor!"
"No one among my peers is my opponent. Anyone who defeats me is defeated by me. Only you, Chu Chaoyun, have not been defeated by me. Without you, how lonely would I be in this huge world of heaven?"
"Two years ago, at the foot of the deserted city, you invited me to decide the outcome with one move. Two years later, I will return this sentence to you, and only ask if you dare to use another move to determine the outcome!"
Chu Chaoyun laughed loudly, and the long sword spit out a hunting edge, saying: "Why don't you dare!"