Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The strong light continued to shine, and the sharp sword energy and the fierce axe energy spread out. The destructive hurricane destroyed everything in its path. The shops near the hurricane could not withstand the brilliance of the hurricane at all. The ancient bricks and debris turned into powder and disappeared in the hurricane.    

Above the storm, the clouds in the sky also changed. The white clouds that had fallen down to the blue sky all scattered to the sides, forming a huge circle around the storm.    

Looking from the ground, clouds of different heights surrounded the sky, like a gate to the Heaven Realm.    

However, at this time, no one had the mood to pay attention to the wonders in the sky. Everyone's attention was focused on the storm.    

The wild storm affected everyone's heart. Everyone stared at it with shocked eyes, wanting to know everything in the center of the storm and what exactly happened inside.    

"You must be fine!"    

Xia Jingxue's eyes were filled with worry. Her lips were bitten until they turned pale. Her lily-green hands tightly clenched her fists. The veins under her jade-like skin contracted and trembled.    

The power of the collision was too terrifying. It gave people the feeling that it was enough to destroy everything in the surroundings. How could Xia Jingxue and the others not be worried about such a powerful collision?    

The bright light ball gradually dispersed. The overbearing hurricane also gradually weakened under everyone's gaze. Vaguely, everyone seemed to be able to see the blurry shadow of the storm.    

"Who won?"    

Everyone could vaguely see the two people standing in the storm, facing each other from afar. However, no one could see the actual situation clearly.    

The answer that was about to be revealed, but they didn't obtain it. This type of feeling made them go crazy.    

Quite a few people in the surroundings were like ants on a hot pan, their hearts anxious and uncomfortable.    

Hu!    

A gust of violent wind whistled past. The fine powder in the strong light scattered, and the center of the collision could be clearly seen.    

The once clean and solid ground had disappeared without a trace under such a terrifying collision. The potholes of different sizes entered everyone's eyes, and a few meters deep hole appeared in the middle of the two people. The entrance of the Screen Blade had collapsed, leaving only some broken walls and tiles.    

However, such a messy scene didn't attract the attention of the crowd. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the two men who were standing at the edge of the hole and confronting each other.    

They looked at the two men standing opposite of each other in silence. Their clothes were tattered, and their arms were covered in bloody wounds. Everyone was shocked. They were trying to figure out who the winner was.    

"I didn't expect that you actually grasped such a terrifying sword move!"    

Under the attention of the crowd, Murong Jin finally broke the silence. He looked at Ao Lingchen with a serious expression. Ao Lingchen's counterattack just now was beyond his imagination.    

Hearing Murong Jin's words, Ao Lingchen suddenly smiled. A confident smile appeared on his face, and a calm voice came out of his mouth, "There are still many things that you haven't thought of!"    

Staring at the confident Ao Lingchen, Murong Jin frowned slightly and said slowly, "How about we stop here today? If the battle continues, no one knows what will happen!"    

"Hahaha!"    

Ao Lingchen suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. He glanced at Murong Jin with disdain and sneered, "I wonder what will happen if the battle continues."    

"Can you still move now? Or, can you still stand stably?"    

Ao Lingchen casually inserted the Heavenly Fiend Sword into the ground and looked at Murong Jin with disdain.    

Such disdainful and mocking words caused an uproar in the surroundings. Many people felt that Ao Lingchen's words were a little too much. However, more people's attention was on Murong Jin. Everyone wanted to know if the latter really didn't even have the strength to move.    

"I don't have the ability to fight anymore. Don't tell me you still have the strength to fight?"    

Seeing Ao Lingchen's attitude, Murong Jin retorted with sarcasm.    

In his opinion, even if Ao Lingchen survived the collision just now, given his strength, even if he could still move after the intense collision, he wouldn't be any better than ___!    

As soon as Murong Jin finished speaking, the mocking smile on his face didn't disappear. A mountain-like pressure enveloped his body.    

"Bang!"    

In front of everyone, Murong Jin shot out like a cannonball, as if he had been attacked by someone. Like a sandbag, he crashed into the shop that was only left with a few walls behind him.    

"Boom!"    

With a dull explosion, the last of the walls and bricks at the entrance of the Screen Blade collapsed and rolled along with Murong Jin.    

"Cough cough, cough!"    

Murong Jin's exhausted body rolled on the ground, unable to suppress the impact from his body. He coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.    

His face was pale, and his eyes were blank and panicky. He looked like a dying man who was beyond cure.    

From the time Murong Jin mocked him until he was sent flying away too suddenly, almost no one reacted. They did not even understand what was going on.    

However, everyone knew that Murong Jin's change must have something to do with Ao Lingchen.    

"I wonder if you still think I have the strength to deal with you?" Ao Lingchen lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot in front of everyone. He jumped up and landed where Murong Jin had been standing like an elegant butterfly. With a teasing gaze, he looked down at the latter who was pressed down by the stone brick.    

Since Murong Jin thought that he had no strength to move like him, he would teach him a lesson and let him see if he really had no strength!    

Lying on the brick, Murong Jin covered his chest with his right hand. Murong Jin stared at Ao Lingchen fiercely. His eyes were fierce and filled with fear.    

Just as his pale mouth opened and wanted to say something, a large amount of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, forcing him to shut his mouth, afraid that he would die on the spot because of excessive blood loss.    

"What should we do next?"    

Ao Lingchen pushed his hair elegantly with his right hand. A thought-provoking smile appeared on his face, as if he was thinking of a good idea.    

"That's enough. You win today. Let bygones be bygones!"    

Just as everyone was preparing to watch a good show, a cold voice was heard. A woman in a black dress walked out from the crowd. Her face was as gloomy as ice.    

This person was another old acquaintance of Ao Lingchen. She was the Diao Barbarian Princess, Yan Mo, who had always been against him!    

"Why?!"    

Ao Lingchen looked at Yan Mo, who was walking towards him, and smiled disdainfully. When the Screen Blade had been against him, he didn't know what was enough. But now, why did they let him go with just one sentence?    

"Don't tell me you still want to fight me?"    

Princess Yan Mo frowned slightly. A cold light flashed across her phoenix-like eyes. This bastard always wanted to challenge her dignity.    

"I really want to give it a try!"    

Looking at that cold light, Ao Lingchen smiled coldly and the spiritual energy in his sea of consciousness rushed out. The Heavenly Fiend Sword beside him suddenly shook and flew into his hand!