Chapter 1064

Name:Alchemist Sword Sect Author:Gu Dong
"Hongtian, a disciple of the East Imperial Palace, won the battle!" Du Xuan preached.

On the stage, Hongtian stood with a white face, but the look on his face was arrogant and confident.

In front of him, Zhao Chuan was lying on the ground, with blood stains on his chest and dense palm prints deep into the bone marrow. The flesh and blood had been blurred, and blood was spilling out constantly.

"Zhao Chuan?"

The elders led by Wang Zhou in the Wu League all looked gloomy when they saw this. They didn't expect that Hongtian's hand was so cruel that he directly beat Zhao Chuan seriously.

Zhou Luxiong's forehead was blue and his eyes showed anger. He wanted to go on the stage immediately and kill Hongtian directly.

The elders of other forces are also secretly frightened. Hongtian is not only gifted, but also ruthless. Such a person will become a hero in the future.

The disciples of all sects were also afraid of Hongtian's heart.

Hongtian is more proud.

"This is arrogant." Zhang lie is out of breath.

"He really has the strength of self-confidence." Wang Chun said.

"It's easy to fold after just passing." Lu Chen smiled.

Wang Chun nodded thoughtfully.

Lu Chen didn't say any more, but instead looked at the battle platform.

Because at this time, Feng Buhua and Nie Changkong came on stage.

They are the last two!

Among the two, the most famous one is Feng Buhua. It's hard to count how many practitioners in the same realm lost to him.

Of course, Nie Changkong also has a great reputation. After all, he is the first person in the outer door of the divine Sabre sect. His Sabre skills are unparalleled. There are few enemies in the same realm.

Therefore, this is a peak duel, which has attracted much attention.

"I think the odds are better if the wind doesn't change."

"I think the wind is the uncrowned king."

"Nie Changkong was once defeated by Feng Buhua. Now, if he fights again, the outcome is doomed."

The external disciples of the top ten forces are not unfamiliar with Feng Buhua, even those who are familiar can no longer be familiar.

For his strength, it is clear. Therefore, almost all agree that he will win if the wind does not change.

Seeing this, Lu Chen is also indifferent to the wind. He didn't expect his prestige to be so high.

"The wind is really strong. Even if I do my best to exert the immortal Lei Zhao, I am not sure of winning." Wang Chun said.

"Brother Wang once fought with him?" Lu Chen asked.

"Before I could cultivate Lei Zhao, I went to challenge him. I tried my best and it was difficult to defeat him. Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to fight with him again. Unfortunately." Wang Chun shook her head and said with a wry smile.

"There will be opportunities in the future. Brother Wang, don't be discouraged." Lu Chen comforted.

He knew that Wang Chun had a chance to defeat Zhenye, but he miscalculated.

"Brother Lu, if you don't lose the upper hand, you must be careful." Wang Chun said seriously.

"So you don't think Nie Changtian will be his opponent?" Lu Chen asked.

"Of course." Wang Chun nodded.

"I don't know what's going on. I always feel that Nie Changtian is a little strange. Maybe I feel wrong." Lu Chen stared at Nie Changtian, frowned slightly and said immediately.

"Feng Buhua has practiced a variety of ancient methods. Even if Nie Changtian has a card, it is difficult to defeat him." Wang Chun said.

"Ancient law?" Lu Chen nodded gently and turned to the battle platform.

Feng buhuachuan painted a silver light pattern robe. In addition, he has a great appearance and a head of blue hair, which gives people a very strange feeling.

It is no exaggeration to say that if people like Yang Huazhen are Tianjiao, then the wind does not change is Tianjiao among Tianjiao, which is rare.

Nie Changtian, with black hair and bright eyes, looked at the wind and said with a smile, "I've long wanted to challenge you, but I didn't expect to fight you on Tianzun mountain, and in front of so many elders." He seems to be playing with the wind, giving people a natural and unrestrained posture,

"Nie Changkong, it seems that you really want to defeat me." Feng Buhua smiled.

"Of course, I dream of beating you. Today, God finally gave me this chance." Nie Changkong stared at Feng Buhua with burning eyes and said seriously.

"Nie Changkong, I can defeat you once or twice." The wind does not change the faint way.

Nie Changkong sneered at the speech and said to Du Xuan, "master Du Xuan, we are ready. Please let's start the competition."

Feng Buhua also bowed to Du Xuan and said he had no opinion.

"Well, let's start the competition." Du Xuan nodded.

"Nie Changkong, since you can't wait, I'll let you do it first." Feng Buhua said immediately.

"OK." Nie Changkong nodded, stared at the wind, and suddenly took a step. A dark and cold breath suddenly came out, and the air in the four directions immediately became cold.

Then, black veins, light veins and light symbols appeared from his body surface and gathered around him, setting him off like a dark god.

"The dark power he cultivated?" Lu Chen exclaimed.

"No, it's a ghost road." Wang Chun shook his head and said.

"Ghost way? Is he a ghost repair?" Lu Chen lost his voice.

"Yes, Nie Changkong is a natural ghost spirit." Wang Chun nodded.

"Ghost body?" Lu Chen was surprised when he heard the speech. He suddenly realized that the ghost spirit body is a natural ghost cultivation. It would be a waste if he didn't follow the ghost way.

However, Lu Chen was surprised that Nie Changkong was a ghost.

This made him more interested in Nie Changkong.

And there was a sob on Nie Changkong, as if the ghost was crying. The human ghost Qi condensed and appeared, and hit the wind like a ghost soldier.

"Insect carving skill!"

The wind didn't turn into a cold smile, suddenly took a hand, and a palm fell. The palm force was thick, covering a space and shrouded by silver light. There were signs of stagnation in the space. The human ghost gas rushed in one by one was directly smashed.

Moreover, the hands of the wind did not stop at all, such as silver lightning, and went straight to Nie Changkong's face door.

While attacking, he said, "Nie Changkong, you and I know both sides' skills very well, so let's use the real moves in our hands."

"Good!"

Nie Changkong's face was like water, his eyes were like ancient wells without waves, his scattered hair flew, and endless ghost gas swept out of his palm and condensed into a long black knife.

The whole body of this Sabre is dark. There are many ghost patterns on the blade, like faces. When you look closely, it makes people's scalp numb. The handle is a black bone, and there is a skeleton the size of a fist at the top. It looks terrible.

"Is this a top-grade artifact?" Lu Chen exclaimed.

"This Dao is called ghost King Dao. Nie Changkong got it from an ancient ghost repair tomb. It's extremely powerful. There are few ghosts in the heaven and God realm who died under his sword." Wang Chun said.

"With such a sharp weapon, ordinary practitioners in the realm of heaven and God will fall directly down on the weapon." Lu Chen sighed softly. He was a little depressed when he thought that his weapons were only middle-grade artifacts.

"This is indeed true." Wang Chun nodded, but his voice changed. "However, using the top-grade artifact requires a lot of magic power, at least twice as much as the middle-grade artifact. Therefore, even Nie Changkong rarely uses this knife."

"If he didn't fight against Feng Buhua, I'm afraid he wouldn't take out this knife so soon." Zhang lie echoed.

"Yes." Lu Chen nodded. The wind is too strong. If you are yourself, you must go all out.

Looking at the battle platform, Nie Changkong rushed to the wind with the ghost King's knife. The endless ghost Qi followed, evolved into black knife Qi, and cut him face to face.

But the wind did not change, but it was very calm. As soon as he clapped his hands on his body, the crackling sound immediately came out of his body, and then he saw his body blooming with divine light, infinitely increasing, and the whole body blooming with glow, just like the son of God, emitting strong power.

"It's an invincible imperial body. It's an intermediate divine skill. The wind doesn't change. It has been cultivated to a state of great success." Wang Chun said.

"Very strong." Lu Chen nodded.

It looks tall and dignified and has an ancient atmosphere. It seems that ancient emperors came to dominate mountains and rivers. With a sudden grasp of both hands, the sword Qi condensed by ghost Qi immediately collapsed.

Then, he rushed to Nie Changkong like a broken bamboo and waved his fists. He was as powerful as a mountain and fought against the ghost King knife in Nie Changkong's empty hand.

It can be said that Feng Buhua's fist is his best weapon. Even if it can't be compared with the top-grade artifact ghost king sword, it can also be compared with the middle-grade artifact.

What's more, Nie Changkong can't inspire all the power of the ghost king sword.

But at this time, Nie Changkong's body also changed and increased. He was on a par with the wind. He was full of ghost Qi. He was really like a ghost king.

The ghost Qi collided with the divine light and hissed. The ghost patterns and silver patterns all over the sky were ruthlessly torn and hit Nie Changkong and Feng Buhua, sending a loud noise.

Nie Changkong's face was cold, his eyes were dark, and he risked ghost gas, like a cold abyss. He made ghost gas pupil light, then moved his hands, hit the sky, and then fell down.

The monstrous ghost spirit swept through, and countless sobs came out, as if thousands of ghosts were out of the abyss and demons were dancing in disorder. Nie Changkong was in favor of them and waved the ghost King knife, just like the king of ghosts.

Then, his right hand was held high and grabbed at fengbuhua. He shouted, "cover the sky ghost hand!"

"Have you finally started to use your cards? Really empty gold yuan cut and kill!"

The wind is not flustered, the corners of the mouth arouse a trace of coldness, the hands move, open and close, the golden light rolls disorderly, turns into a blade, tears it out and cuts the vacuum.

In an instant, the ghost hand that covered the sky struck with the golden light blade with a loud bang, and countless ghost Qi and golden light rushed out.

A loud noise came out. The two fought each other, emitting a terrible smell, which was frightening. Most of the external disciples of the top ten forces turned pale when they met.

Is this the strength of the top Tianjiao?

Lu Chen also sighed when he saw it.

The wind is not strong, and Nie Changkong is also strong. They use their powerful magic skills and are close to each other. In a short time, it's really difficult to tell who loses and who wins?

After a while, Feng Buhua and Feng Buhua showed their powerful magic skills again. Obviously, they won't let the war get into a deadlock, which is not good for each other.

"Huangdao Zhenyuan skill!"

Feng Buhua's eyes burst into yellow light, as bright as gemstones, which captured people's hearts and souls. It was frightening. As soon as countless runes flew out, they gathered in his hands.

A strong breath emanated from his body, and golden light symbols condensed together to form a huge golden light ball.

Among them, there is also a virtual shadow of the emperor, which looks high and makes people feel like worshiping.

"Go!"

Feng Buhua stared at Nie Changkong wrapped by ghost gas, spit out a word coldly, and then hit out the huge golden light ball. Suddenly, there was a roaring sound in the void, like the sun and moon falling to the ground, which was very terrible.

"Heaven and ghost, kill!"

But Nie Changkong's face remained unchanged, his eyes were still cold, and a dark shadow flickered from his eyes. As soon as his hands were printed, bursts of sad roars came out. The timid had to be scared to cry.