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    However, as soon as he rushed out, he was slashed by Lin Chen's sword, and the Leiyang Jun sword in his hand flew out with a bang, and at the same time his hands were cracked, his arm was broken, and bone stubble appeared, which was so white that it was creepy.

    But Shengzi Jianwu didn't even hum, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he gritted his teeth, supported the Chunyang sword body, and staggered towards Lin Chen.

    From his eyes and expression, Lin Chen can see the will and faith of the sword, which is so tenacious and tenacious, as if mountains and rivers last forever.

    "The spirit is commendable and admirable."

    Lin Chen praised without hesitation, swiped the dragon sword again, and slashed the past, but saw the sword martial saint son resisting with his body and sword.

    With a sound of "Boom", the Sword Master retreated, and disintegrated with the technique of transforming his body into a sword. Wow, he spurted out blood and flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell to a corner of the battle platform.

    At this moment, the entire Lingwu Dojo was completely silent, and the seven visiting geniuses who had cheered for him before seemed to be pinched by the neck and lost their voice.

    Even Tianshazi and the others stared wide-eyed, looked at this scene in disbelief, and stammered: "Jianwu is defeated, but he has a pure Yang sword body."

    Tianlian Saintess's face turned pale, she called out to senior brother, and hurriedly flew to the No. 1 battle platform, with an anxious appearance, like a sincere woman who was worried about her lover.

    On the pavilion, the five elders around Lingwu Ding looked at each other, and then turned to look at the eight Vajra Immovable Buddhas sitting behind.

    what to do?  The sword martial saint son was defeated, and that kid became the first person.

    The Heavenly Killer and the others looked at each other, sighed inwardly, and said regretfully, "It's a pity."

    "Amitabha, this heavenly sword benefactor's swordsmanship is mysterious. He can use the life force of the opponent for his own use, and he can seal the life force. It is not his fault that the sword benefactor lost." Vajra immovable holy Buddha clasped his hands together, his eyes full of kindness.  .

    "What the Holy Buddha said is very true."

    The leader of Tiansha and the others nodded in agreement, and the Yuantian Sword Master who had been silent and gloomy all the time eased his expression, shook his head and sighed: "Jianwu encounters this son, it's fate."

    The disappointment in his heart is even more difficult to describe with words.

    Looking back at the beginning, in order to cultivate the holy son of sword and martial arts, he devoted himself to it. In order to help him awaken the pure yang sword body, he even exhausted his energy and delayed his own practice.

    He originally thought that the Sword Master would be able to use this battle to establish the invincible reputation of his generation and lay the foundation for the future unification of the Seven Great Sects, but he did not expect that all his efforts fell short and all efforts were in vain.

    ?Thinking of this, Yuantian Sword Saint felt bitter, looked at Lin Chen with hatred, everything was because of this son, he should be killed, he should be killed

    "This is the end of the matter, the benefactor of Yuantian does not need to be sentimental. Although the benefactor of swords and martial arts is defeated, it is an honor to lose. As long as you regain your confidence, your future is limitless." King Kong immovable Buddha comforted.

    The six Heavenly Slaughter leaders nodded in agreement. They all seemed to be optimistic about the future of Shengzi Jianwu, but in fact they had strange thoughts.

    Their holy land and chief disciples were all defeated by Lin Chen. If the sword martial saint son wins, how many times will they come to the door, and they will not be inferior to Yuantian Jianzong?

    ?The seven major families are united in the same spirit. They used to share the blessings, but now they should share the difficulties.

    It is not necessarily a bad thing for them to lose the sword martial saint son, at least they can share a common hatred against that kid.

    The only thing that needs to be vigilant next is to prevent Yuantian Sword Saint from recruiting that kid, by the way, there is also the fake compassionate old monk of the Holy Buddha, which also has to be guarded against.

    The six Heavenly Killers looked at each other, and they had the heart of "helping each other in the same boat".

    At the same time, the geniuses of Twelve Small States, including Shang Yangqing and others, all shouted and cheered for Lin Chen: "Holy God of Heavenly Sword", "Holy God of Heavenly Sword", "Holy God of Heavenly Sword.  "

    Xiao Huo jumped up happily, clapped his hands dancing and said: "Oh, Daddy wins, Daddy wins."

    On the other hand, the seven geniuses who came to the door were all silent and ugly.

    No, there was one person who was happy for Lin Chen from the bottom of her heart, and that was Titan Water. In order not to let the Son of the Five Elements see it, she had to pretend to be indignant.

    The Son of the Five Elements and others have recovered from the shock, and they all looked at Lin Chen with complicated expressions.

    They are also geniuses, so why is there such a big gap? All of them were wiped out with only a single calamity of the Holy Spirit realm.

    It can be said that Lin Chen has become their psychological shadow. Whether it is in the future or in the future, when they see Lin Chen, they will think of their defeat to Lin Chen.

    Among them, the one who was most affected by this was undoubtedly the Saint Son of Sword Martial Arts. He had been embraced by the Saintess Tianlian.

    Ke JianWu Shengzi didn't deserve it, his expression was dull, his pale face was full of bitterness, his gray eyes were full of confusion, and he said in a miserable voice: "I'm defeated, I'm defeated, hahaha"

    The desolate laughter echoed throughout the battle arena, and the Saintess Tianlian was heartbroken. She held his head in doubt, and couldn't help comforting him: "Brother, failure is not terrible, what is terrible is losing faith and fighting spirit.  You have to cheer up, Junior Sister believes that you will be able to."

    "No, no, there's no hope, there's no hope."

    Shengzi Jianwu smiled wryly, and suddenly felt a warm, wet face flowing to the edge of his chapped lips.

    The taste was both sweet and dry, and Shengzi Jianwu was stunned. He looked up with difficulty, and saw two lines of tears hanging on the pure and beautiful cheeks of his junior sister.

    "Master, junior sister, you, don't cry, don't cry."

    Shengzi Jianwu panicked, feeling an inexplicable heartache, he had never seen his junior sister cry, this was the first time, he wanted to raise his hand to stop the tears in his junior sister's eyes, but he didn't have the strength, his palm stopped on his junior sister's jade neck  In front of it, I can't get it up, but it will fall down.

    Suddenly, his falling palm was firmly grasped by a jade hand, it was so gentle and warm, it comforted his aching heart.

    His whole body also gradually calmed down, a smile appeared on his pale face, and his voice was hoarse but filled with warm love: "Junior Sister, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'll cheer up for Brother."

    "Really?" Maiden Tianlian wept with joy.

    "Really, I promise you for my brother."

    The unprecedented seriousness of the sword martial saint son is not for the sake of shame, but for the woman in front of him.

    "Yeah." The Tianlian saint smiled through her tears, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks and the corners of her eyes.

    The Sword Master Shengzi responded with a heavy nod, and said, "Junior Sister, help me up."

    The saint of Tianlian gently brushed him up, the son of Jianwu stabilized his swaying steps, looked at Lin Chen who was not far away, and said: "Holy God of Heavenly Sword, I am not reconciled to losing this battle to you, but as you said  , the fact is so, I have no power to change, but I will redouble my efforts in the future, and then I will win or lose with you."

    "You are a good opponent. If you want to fight in the future, I will accompany you at any time."

    Lin Chen smiled when he heard the words, then turned around and walked out of the battle arena, seeing his cheap daughter and others coming up to greet him, cheering and congratulating him: "First, first, first" (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com  com
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