call out!
Sima Hong only retreated a hundred meters in the air before he stood up again. The wounds on his body healed bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There was an extremely vicious look in his eyes. Xiao Chen was able to block his sword before, which was enough to embarrass him, but now he actually hurt him in front of everyone.
Originally, with his strength, even if Xiao Chen used the Li Zi Jue, Qinglong Chuhai would not be able to really hurt Sima Hong.
It's just that Sima Hong made a mistake in judgment and only used half of his strength to defend against the Qinglong Chuhai move. He didn't expect Xiao Chen to be able to increase the power of Qinglong Chuhai thirty-three times between Sumeru.
He was caught off guard and was beaten so embarrassingly, and once again lost in Xiao Chen's hands.
"There is such a secret technique that can increase the power of one's martial arts thirty-three times in an instant. If he were an ordinary peak martial emperor, he would probably be killed by this sword."
After calming down, Sima Hong thought with some palpitations in his heart that this son must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles. If he grows up in the future, the Sima family will surely perish.
Looking at Sima Hong standing up again and Xiao Chen lying weak on the ground, he couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. Using the Li Zi Jue to urge Qinglong to go out to sea is already the strongest killing move he can perform.
Once the Li Zi Jue is activated, any fist or kick martial arts will be instantly amplified thirty-three times in power.
The first time Xiao Chen used the Li Zi Jue, it was opened by Liu Ruyue's father. At that time, he used it passively and could only use it without knowing the principle.
After being promoted to Martial Emperor, he reluctantly learned this secret skill with the help of Ao Jiao. What he is currently mastering is not proficient, and his true energy is not surging enough to use it like this.
Not only was his true energy exhausted, but his physical strength was also completely exhausted. Without three to five days of rest, he might not be able to recover.
Looking at Sima Hong, who was walking slowly and looking like a god of death, Xiao Chen calmed down. Even if he were asked to choose again, he would not choose to lose without fighting. He would rather die in battle than bow his head.
People have only one breath to live, so why should they let themselves live such a miserable life? That kind of life is not what Xiao Chen wants, and it is meaningless to live.
Inserting the Moon Shadow Knife into its sheath, Xiao Chen stopped Ao Jiao from appearing and was not prepared to let the other party fight. He promised the Thunder Emperor that he would never let the Moon Shadow Sword break again, even if he died!
"A warrior is promoted to a Martial Saint. When his body is infused with spiritual energy for a long time, the physical body will also become a holy body at the moment of comprehending the world. You cannot look at it with the eyes of an ordinary warrior."
"General minor injuries can be recovered in a short period of time, and the physical defense is several levels higher than that of the peak Martial Emperor."
"Although Xiao Chen hurt the other party, without the root cause of the injury, it was in vain."
"Even so, he can still be proud of himself. With the cultivation of the Martial Emperor, he may be the only one to hurt the Martial Saint for thousands of years. It's a pity..."
Outside the Feitian Platform, some warriors who came to watch the excitement showed deep regret in their eyes and sighed. Now in the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, since no one can stop Sima Hong, Xiao Chen's ending can be imagined.
At a distance of a thousand meters, Sima Hong arrived in front of Xiao Chen in less than a hundred steps. He looked at the weak Xiao Chen on the ground without any emotion.
"You should be proud to die in the hands of a martial saint."
Sima Hong flipped his hand and stabbed Xiao Chen's heart with the long sword like lightning.
boom!
Just when the sword edge was about to touch Xiao Chen's chest, a ray of blood-colored sword energy fell from the sky and stabbed Sima Hong between the eyebrows with endless killing intent.
The sword energy contained surging power, as if it was the combined strength of thousands of people, and there was even a hint of the power of heaven and earth in it.
Sensing a hint of threat, Sima Hong put his sword in his hand, laid out a sword light and faced it.
clang!
The edge of the sword and the light of the sword touched, and Sima Hong took three steps back. Looking up, it was Jiang Chi who finally arrived with two thousand elites from the Shen Sword Camp.
Wearing powerful robes, holding bloody blades, and with ice-cold eyes, these two thousand swordsmen looked at Sima Hong without any fear, only surrounded by endless killing.
Under the leadership of Jiang Chi, two thousand people formed a bloody formation in mid-air, and everyone's auras connected together to form a majestic trend.
The wisp of sword energy just now was produced by the combined efforts of these two thousand people, and for the first time, it truly repelled Sima Hong by three steps.
Jiang Chi said in a deep voice: "Sima Hong, leave here and pretend that nothing happened in Tiandao Pavilion. Otherwise, if Tiandao Pavilion is destroyed, you will definitely have to pay a price."
Sima Hong sneered and said: "Ignorance, what price can a small Tiandao Pavilion cost me? Today I will let you see what the true strength of the Martial Saint is!"
jump!
With a flick of his foot on the ground, Sima Hong came to Jiang Chi. As he swung his long sword, the sky was filled with sword light. Each sword incorporated the power of heaven and earth into the sword force.
The two thousand disciples of the Divine Sword Camp around him drew their swords at the same time, relying on the power of the formation to gather all their strength on Jiang Chi.
Jiang Chi tried his best to resist with his sword, but facing Sima Hong who used all his strength, he was dwarfed by the huge power of heaven and earth.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
Sima Hong's eyes were calm, and he used various sword moves one by one. The speed became faster and faster, and the power became stronger and stronger, beating Jiang Chi back in the void.
The blood evil formation formed by two thousand elites could not really resist the Martial Saint Sima Hong.
"You dare to be so bold with this bullshit formation, break it!"
Sima Hong lost his patience, all the sword lights merged together, and with a straight thrust, Jiang Chi's sword shattered, and the long sword in his hand was directly thrown away.
The sword light entered the body, and all the accumulated injuries burst out in one breath. He spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his body fell weakly from a high altitude.
The two thousand swordsmen from the Divine Sword Camp who had been sending strength to Jiang Chi could not hold on any longer. They spat out a mouthful of blood arrows, and people fell from the sky like raindrops.
After breaking the blood evil formation, Sima Hong fell down again and walked towards Xiao Chen with endless killing intent.
"Fight him!"
The Supreme Elders, who were originally afraid of Sima Hong's strength, now saw Jiang Chi and two thousand others falling from the sky miserably.
Their eyes were full of hatred, and each of them used their strongest skills. Colorful swords bloomed in the air, and they slashed towards Sima Hong in the air.
Sima Hong showed a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth and said: "No matter how many ants there are, what's the use!"
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The sword light flickered, and Sima Hong didn't even stop his steps. Faced with the attacks of these people, he didn't even stop his steps, taking each step with his sword.
With one sword, he destroyed those supreme elders. The unique martial arts he had studied all his life hit the supreme elders of Tiandao Pavilion back like sandbags, without any backhand strength.
"Is this the strength of the Martial Saint? It's too terrifying. He is worthy of being the top figure in the pyramid of Tianwu Continent. Even the power of a sect can't stop him."
"Tiandao Pavilion is probably going to suffer a disaster."
The warriors who came to see the excitement showed a little gloating. The rise of Tiandao Pavilion was not a good thing for them.
"Stop him, don't let him kill senior brother Xiao Chen!"
The Tiandao Pavilion disciples gathered around Feitian Terrace saw Sima Hong getting closer and closer to Xiao Chen, and their blood surged up.
Unable to bear it anymore, they rushed towards Sima Hong one after another, just to stop Sima Hong and give Xiao Chen a chance to win.
"Things worse than ants dare to block my way!"
Sima Hong's face showed an impatient look, he didn't even bother to swing the long sword, and slapped his left hand lightly.
The wind blew from all directions, forming strong air currents. The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion who flew towards them were directly blown back a thousand meters by the strong wind.
The sound of footsteps came from far away, and Sima Hong came to Xiao Chen again. He looked at Xiao Chen and said coldly: "I never speak big words. Now I know the consequences of your one thought."
Xiao Chen's pale face was expressionless, and he just said coldly: "If I don't die, I will definitely bloodbath the Sima family one day!"
"Hahaha, who can save you." Hearing this, Sima Hong seemed to have heard the ridiculous words and laughed arrogantly, "Who dares to offend a martial saint to save you, and still has delusional thoughts when he is about to die? Go to hell and destroy my Sima family!"
"Arrogant!"
At this moment, a cold snort came from the horizon. The person who spoke seemed to be far away, but the voice seemed to be whispering in someone's ear.
Two extremely contradictory feelings merged together. Sima Hong's face suddenly changed. He felt an extremely dangerous aura and quickly looked back.
But before anyone could react, a wooden box, as if traveling across the distance of time and space, suddenly flew over and bumped into Sima Hong's body.
Phew!
The small wooden box seemed to contain unrivaled power. Sima Hong spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
With a hissing sound, the wooden box stood in front of Xiao Chen. On the front were written the words "The Emperor's Personal Visit", which made people dare not look directly at it.
Sima Hong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and roared: "Pretending to be a ghost, Tianwu Continent has no Martial Emperor for a long time, die!"
After he finished speaking, he pounced towards Xiao Chen with an even more ferocious attitude.
Click, click, click!
The four wooden boards of the wooden box fell down one by one, and an ancient long knife floated quietly in the air.
The terrifying momentum spread out from the blade like a mountain. In front of this momentum, Sima Hong was as inconspicuous as a drop of water in the ocean.
It was as powerful as a vast ocean and as heavy as a mountain. When Sima Hong hit this momentum, he bounced back in embarrassment and rolled several times on the ground before he stopped.
"Magic weapon!"
With a look of horror in his eyes, Sima Hong remembered something and without saying a word, he lifted up Sima Lingxuan's unconscious body and flew out without looking back.
"Here comes the knife."
A slightly older voice sounded. Everyone looked up and saw an old man in gray robes flying over. With a casual move, the magic weapon was unsheathed.
The magic weapon of Tiandao Pavilion, which has not been officially unsheathed for many years, is finally revealed again!