Chapter 156: Zhan Chen Is Unsheathed!

Chapter 156: Zhan Chen is unsheathed!

The white light in the sky was completely broken by the green sword light, and the green sword light then pounced on Yun Qiyou, who was as weak as an ant on the opposite side, like an invincible green dragon.

As for Ye Xiaochuan, at this moment, he was like a young madman riding a dragon. Under the green light, he was really majestic.

Everyone's face changed, and their breathing almost stopped. Everyone's eyes were focused on the tiny woman in white under the green dragon.

The white light was dispersed by the green light, and the sky was full of dark green light. Yun Qiyou faced Ye Xiaochuan's seemingly extremely powerful move alone, and everyone was worried about her.

The strong wind swept the remaining clouds in the sky, and the earth seemed to tremble. Everyone held their breath and watched the green dragon on the ring swallow the woman in the air.

At this moment, Yun Qiyou, with a murderous face, finally made a move.

She stared coldly at Ye Xiaochuan, who was rushing towards her. She gritted her teeth and was angry. Her left hand grasped the scabbard, and her right hand grasped the hilt of Zhan Chen's sword wrapped in white silk thread.

Buzz!

The immortal swords in the hands or on the backs of countless spectators around the arena trembled at this moment, and the strange scene instantly swept across the Zhenwu Square on the top of the Samsara Peak.

When everyone was confused, a white light, brilliant and great, dazzling and cold, swept across the sky and earth like a sudden autumn wave in the corner south of the arena.

That little white light pierced the flying green dragon in an instant, and then it was like the whitest Tianshan snow lotus in the world suddenly blooming, turning into thousands and thousands of tiny streams of light.

The stream of light flowed slowly in the air, soft and beautiful, as if it was the ripples of water splashing in front of the blue waves of an ignorant young girl. It was also like the holy light emitted by the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady slowly falling from the heavenly palace to the human world.

The white streams of light filled the sky, dense and endless. One stream of light might not be bright enough, but thousands of streams of light gathered together to form a light that was more dazzling than the sun hanging above everyone's heads at the moment, and seemed to compete with the sun and the moon for brilliance.

A moment later, under the incredible gaze of everyone, the white streams filled the sky, like a giant whale sucking water, madly rushing from the sky to the direction of the woman in white above the ring.

There are rumors in the world that in the depths of the South China Sea, there is a huge whirlpool that swallows seawater day and night, named Guixu.

At this moment, everyone seemed to feel that the woman in white was like the legendary Guixu of the South China Sea, swallowing everything in the world.

In a blink of an eye, the endless white streams disappeared and all poured into the white fairy sword held by the beautiful woman.

Everyone looked in the direction where the white light disappeared, and everyone's eyes were wide open. Many people's bodies began to tremble, their blood began to boil, and even their breathing began to quicken.

"Zhan Chen! Unsheathed!"

In the crowd, someone's hoarse voice rang out, and then the entire Samsara Peak exploded, and the noise seemed to break through the sky.

After more than ten days, after six rounds of competitions, Zhan Chen, who everyone was looking forward to the most, was forced to draw out the snow-white scabbard in the battle for the crown.

The snow-white sword exuded a soft but cold white light, and the white light wrapped around the sword body, making it hazy and difficult to see what Zhan Chen's sword body looked like.

But no one can deny that it is a powerful sword, a pure sword, and a holy sword.

The moment Yun Qiyou Zhan Chen was unsheathed, Ye Xiaochuan, who was flying over, had not seen the situation clearly. He only saw a white light mixed with an unparalleled powerful and sharp momentum coming towards him, instantly breaking the sky of dark blue light and the blue dragon into pieces.

The blood in his body rolled violently instantly, and his body was also shocked by the momentum and retreated rapidly.

When he landed on the ring again and retreated more than ten steps, he saw the beautiful woman in white clothes opposite him, holding a white scabbard in her left hand and a three-foot-long sword with a faint white cold light in her right hand.

Ye Xiaochuan's face changed slightly, although he had been thinking about how to force Yun Qiyou to draw his sword, so that the money he was robbed might be returned by this female robber.

At this moment, Yun Qiyou really drew his sword, and he was not only not happy or excited, but also shocked.

The night before, at the stone pavilion on the mountainside, he had watched Yun Qiyou's sword up close, and he remembered the ancient inscriptions on the sword very well, which were similar to the patterns on his own Wufeng sword. At a glance, he knew that Zhanchen and Wufeng were most likely made by the same master of refining.

After the secret battle between the two sword spirits, he also guessed that Zhan Chen's power should not be underestimated. However, when he really faced Zhan Chen for the first time, he was still shocked by the overwhelming pressure.

The unsheathed sword not only broke his full-strength attack, but also hurt himself!

Yes, the tiny white light when Zhan Chen was unsheathed did hurt him. The wound was very small, just on his left arm, and a faint bloodstain slowly flowed out, staining his sleeve red.

He looked at the wound on his arm in horror, his heart full of disbelief.

Wufeng Zhan Chen is equally famous, and the power of the two swords should be similar. Why is it that from the power shown at the moment when Zhan Chen's sword was unsheathed just now, Zhan Chen is much more powerful than Wufeng!

Could it be that he has not yet fully mastered Wufeng?

Could it be that his current cultivation strength is not enough to exert the spiritual power of Wufeng Sword?

When Ye Xiaochuan was shocked, Yun Qiyou's expression on the opposite side became even colder, and his three-foot long black hair was swaying crazily in the strong wind.

She looked coldly at Ye Xiaochuan, who had a horrified expression, and said lightly: "I'm surprised."

Ye Xiaochuan raised his head, looked at Yun Qiyou, and said, "Did you think of me as a fool the night before yesterday?"

The corner of Yun Qiyou's mouth moved but he said nothing.

Ye Xiaochuan was furious!

At the stone pavilion on the mountainside the night before, he suggested that neither party should urge Beidou to kill the god. Now it seems that even if he urges the Beidou to kill the god, he can't stop the sword in Yun Qiyou's hand.

He said word for word: "Impossible! Zhan Chen's power can't be this great! It can't be so much more powerful than my Wu Feng!"

Yun Qi shook her head humorously, and said: "The sword in your hand was originally called Wufeng? Your sword is indeed very powerful, but it is only the sword spirit that is powerful. Your current cultivation level is not enough to control your sword. I finally understand now that your cultivation level is obviously not high, but why you can go through five levels and kill six generals all the way to the last round is because of this sword in your hand."

Ye Xiaochuan felt a little embarrassed when he heard that Yun Qiyou revealed his old background in front of so many people.

Face is the most important thing! I can't bear it! Don’t even throw it away!

At this moment, hearing the noisy discussions of countless spectators around him, he immediately argued: "That's nonsense. If I only have one sword, do you think I can activate Beidou to kill the God?"