Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

"Using a sword to show off, wanting to offend the prestige of the king, overestimating yourself!" Zhou Yong's figure retreated in an instant, pulling away the distance between him and Qing Chen. A cold look flashed across his eyes as he berated, "Today, I will cut off your head to look at the prestige of the king."    

"Hehe, I have already taken half a step forward to show Wang Wei's dominance." Qing Chen sneered and said, "You are really capable. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"    

To his surprise, Zhou Yong's furious heart strangely calmed down when he heard Qing Chen's mocking words.    

"You are provoking me. You want to infuriate me, then find my mistake and find a chance to fight me." Zhou Yong looked at Qing Chen with a calm expression. He spoke calmly and shook his head disdainfully.    

Then he looked down at ___ and snorted coldly. He said indifferently, "But you seem to have underestimated me. How can your plan succeed? There is only one outcome for today, and that is, you will be beheaded."    

" What a joke! Aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue!? Do you think that I am already a fish on a chopping board, and that you can slaughter me as you wish? " Qing Chen suddenly gripped his sword tightly, and a sharp glint flashed across his eyes.    

In that instant, he did have the idea of angering Zhou Yong, because it was easier for him to make mistakes when he was angry, and he could also find more opportunities. However, even if the other party wasn't provoked by him, it wouldn't be a big deal.    

"Hehe, there has never been a Martial Sect Stage who went against the Half Step Martial King in history, because the difference between the two is like heaven and earth. I am now the chopping board, and you are the meat on the chopping board. I will kill you. You can only wait for death. " Zhou Yong stared coldly at Qing Chen and said disdainfully, "Let me send you on your way now."    

After saying that, a black light appeared in Zhou Yong's eyes. The black light that was surrounded by death Qi was extremely terrifying. It seemed to be able to devour one's soul and give off an oppressive aura.    

A ray of light flickered, and an ink-black lightning flashed across the sky. It then shot towards Qing Chen, who was emitting a green sword light.    

The space trembled slightly. Zhou Yong's figure appeared in front of Qing Chen in an instant, and he stared at Qing Chen with a cold gaze that was filled with an oppressive aura.    

"Death is like the wind, always by my side. Falling Star Twilight!"    

A cold and fierce shout came out of Zhou Yong's mouth. A black lightning sword slashed out in a domineering manner.    

The instant the sword that was surrounded by death Qi slashed out, the surrounding space trembled violently. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Its Qi was extremely terrifying.    

When it attacked, it shouted out the name of its technique. It looked extremely stupid and stupid, but it had great benefits. It roared out its Qi, causing it to become even more vigorous.    

Facing such a powerful attack, Qing Chen's eyes sparkled. His long hair fluttered in the wind, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and his body was covered in a brilliant green light. Holding the sword that was circulating with green light, he was like the other part of the sword, and he soared into the sky with the sword in his hand.    

This sword was unusually dazzling. The moment Qing Chen thrust his sword forward, the green light on the longsword was like an even more dazzling sun. It carried a terrifying and monstrous power as it smashed towards the longsword that was filled with the aura of death.    

Qing Chen's black hair was dancing wildly, and his body contained a boundless amount of blood Qi. A sharp edge that was enough to cut the invisible air in half burst out from his body.    

Qing Chen's strength might be weaker than Zhou Yong, who had broken through to the Half Step Martial King Stage, but his understanding of the sword was beyond imagination. The sharp sword in his hand gave him the feeling of a ferocious dragon emerging from the earth, and it gave him an overbearing power.    

The people below the stage were all trembling with fear. They looked at the intense collision in the air, and felt as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on their hearts, causing them to feel a blockage in their chests.    

"What a terrifying sword! I'm afraid that this strike already has the strength of a Half Step Martial King. Qing Chen's sword is just too terrifying!"    

"That's right. Could it be that there is really someone in the Peak of Martial Sect Stage who can fight a Half Step Martial King warrior?"    

Many of the spectators were shocked by what they saw. They knew that Qing Chen's sword wasn't aimed at them, but they could feel a suffocating sharpness coming from it.    

Such a scene made them sigh with emotion. How strong was Qing Chen?    

"So strong!"    

Ao Lingchen's eyes were also fiery hot as he stared at the intense confrontation on the fighting stage. His heart was filled with fanaticism.    

The combat strength that Qing Chen displayed made him sigh with emotion. Just the strength that he displayed gave him the feeling that he could crush all the enemies in the world.    

If he could really kill Zhou Yong with the sword in his hand, it would be shocking. If he could kill a Half Step Martial King with the strength of a Wu Zong, he was afraid that he would be worthy of being called a young Great Sovereign.    

One should know that in the ancient records of the Desolate Domain, there had never been a story of a Martial Sect Stage defying the Half Step Martial King. If Qing Chen could do it in the end, he would be able to create a legend and write a part of the history of the Desolate Domain.    

Qing Chen crazily swung his sword, slashing and slashing wildly. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He just looked at Zhou Yong and laughed like a fool.    

"Haha! So what if he's a Half Step Martial King? So what!"    

"What a terrifying sword! Qing Chen's sword really lives up to its name! With his current strength, I'm afraid he can really fight a Half Step Martial King warrior!"    

Xia Yuhee stood among the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Palace. Her eyebrows were slightly trembling, and her pretty face was filled with a serious expression.    

She could feel that Qing Chen's strength had changed during the intense battle with Zhou Yong, and his combat strength had risen to a very high level.    

"It seems like I have underestimated everyone in this world."    

Xia Yuhee looked at the two people who were fighting intensely on the fighting stage with a complicated expression. She clenched her fists tightly.    

With a complicated feeling, Xia Yuhee's eyes shifted from the fighting stage to the crowd. She looked at Wang Chuan, Ao Lingchen, and Ghost Demon who were not far away. She secretly sighed, I'm afraid these people are hiding something.    

In the raging storm, Zhou Yong's eyes were cold. His facial expression became uglier and uglier. The sword in his hand shot out a strong death Qi. He crazily slashed at Qing Chen, stirring up a powerful force that was simple yet direct.    

Every time their attacks collided, a series of loud noises would be heard in the air.    

Boom!    

The two swords that contained great power clashed together, erupting with blazing light and sharp energy. Surging and violent energy fluctuations surged in all directions.    

The wanton energy seemed to want to destroy everything. The terrifying waves of air shook the fighting stage on the ground to the point of shaking.    

It made the hearts of the people near the fighting stage tremble. They were afraid that the energy on the fighting stage would break through the barrier of Stellar Battle Platform and break out of it.    

Although they were shocked, they didn't choose to retreat, because the overbearing words of the Stellar Sect's Sect Master were still lingering in their ears.    

Qing Chen swung his sword furiously. His long black hair danced in the wind, and his green robe was like a lotus. The sword aura that shot out from his sword gave off a kind of extraordinary aura. From time to time, his eyes would flash with tiny flashes of lightning.    

"Sword aura!"    

"Is this the power of sword aura?"    

Qing Chen muttered to himself. He had always wanted to transform the sword energy in his body into a kind of sword energy, but he had never thought that he would be able to comprehend and master it under Zhou Yong's pressure.    

"Initially, the intention to slaughter Half King warriors was only in my imagination. Now, let me put it into action."    

Qing Chen's black hair fluttered in the wind, and he spoke with a fierce aura.