The crack extended thousands of feet, and countless purple and gold lights reflected from it.
Zi Chen, with blood flowing from his chest, stood in the air. The long stick in his hand that originally emitted purple-gold light became dim again.
It turned into that ordinary long black stick again, which looked very inconspicuous.
And in front, dozens of feet away, Sheng Lun stood above the crack, motionless.
In his hand, the Yunyu Sword had been driven into the crack.
The whole city suddenly fell into silence.
No one understands what happened.
Did Sheng Lun win?
Or did Zi Chen win?
Some people felt bad when they saw that Sheng Lun had no weapons in his hands, but they still had hope deep in their hearts.
They are looking forward to the victory of Shenglun, or in other words, they are eager for the victory of Shenglun!
"puff!"
In mid-air, Zi Chen coughed up blood, his body began to fall, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, and the extraordinary long stick fell aside.
In the quiet city, cheers rang out.
Because Sheng Lun is still standing in the sky.
Zi Chen coughed another mouthful of blood, and then slowly stood up. The cheers in the city also stopped abruptly, and the whole city became quiet again.
"you lose."
Zi Chen spoke up, his voice calm and a little indifferent.
"This is impossible!"
Sheng Lun finally spoke. Just when everyone thought that he had not fallen yet and there was still hope of victory, they saw blood continuously overflowing from his forehead. His body fell from the sky and fell into the huge crack. .
His last breath of life dissipated as those few words were spoken.
Sheng Lun is dead!
Zi Chen is still alive!
The outcome of this battle has been decided!
There was no more suspense, and the city was filled with mourning.
"This is impossible!"
From the Holy Soul Mountain, an angry voice came from the Holy Radial, but no one heard it.
Ouli stood there without speaking, but he could not hide the smile on his face, and at the same time he felt very proud.
Because he chose the right person.
Zi Chen finally rectified the reputation of Zhen Dou Shu.
"The young master still has vision."
Wu Youde could only sigh with emotion. This battle had twists and turns, but he didn't expect that Zi Chen would win in the end.
Even the top 100 Yun Yujian was defeated.
On the third floor of the Holy Soldier Mountain, Zi Chen walked forward and came to the edge of the crack. He lowered his head and looked down. He only saw Sheng Lun's body. The Hundred Soldiers Yunyu Sword had disappeared and he didn't know where it went.
He looked in another direction, where a strange beast flashed away and fled into the distance. It should be a pet beast belonging to Sheng Lun.
Zi Chen didn't let the ghost chase him.
The battle was over and he was ready to move on to the next level.
At this moment, countless lights were seen coming from all directions. They were sharp auras coming from all the Holy Soul Soldiers on the third level of the Holy Soldier Mountain.
They each emit a ray of light at the same time.
These rays of light gathered together and were as dense as raindrops. Their aura was powerful, but they had no killing intent.
Zi Chen was puzzled and his expression became solemn.
I saw the long black stick coming out of Zi Chen's hand and flying towards the sky.
All the light went towards the long black stick and was absorbed by it.
The next moment, the Holy Soul Soldiers on this floor and even the other two floors all turned towards the direction of the black stick, worshiping and surrendering.
The power of the soldier souls between heaven and earth seemed to be summoned and headed towards the long black stick in the air. A huge swallowing vortex appeared around it.
The baptismal spirit pool that had not been used before was now turned into a stream of energy light, leaving colorful ribbons in the sky and earth, and came to the black long stick and was absorbed by it.
The Holy Soldier Mountain also began to shake, releasing an ancient and powerful aura, thus announcing the birth of a new Hundred Soldiers.
Yes, after defeating Yun Yujian, Zi Chen's black long stick was recognized and replaced Yun Yujian's position.
Although it was only the last weapon, it still caused the vision of Holy Soldier Mountain.
This vision lasted for a full quarter of an hour. After all the energy disappeared, the long black stick fell from the sky and landed in Zi Chen's hands.
The flashing light and lines on its surface reappeared and extinguished, turning into its original simplicity. It seemed that there was no huge change.
But Zi Chen knows that it has become different. It has been recognized by Shengbing Mountain and has absorbed so much power of soldier souls. If it faces Yunyu Sword again, it will win more easily.
Moreover, Zi Chen believed that after this battle, Yun Yujian would not dare to appear again.
Jing Ling withdrew his eyes and murmured: "I saw your potential last time, but it's a pity that the person who uses you is too weak. This time, you have a good vision, and you have met someone who is worthy of you." Your master."
A long stick that can challenge the Yunyu Sword. Even if its owner is weak, it is still very powerful. In the eyes of the world, it is definitely a magic weapon.
It's just a pity that after the death of that generation of masters, the masters after it were unable to meet its requirements. Even if they obtained the black long stick, they could not exert its own power. At best, they only regarded it as a solid weapon. It's just a soul soldier.
Of course, those owners will never know that they never let the black stick truly recognize its owner.
After the battle, it was meaningless for Zi Chen to continue to stay on this level.
He headed to the next level.
Everything is going smooth.
Seeing Zi Chen successfully ascending to the fourth floor, the Sheshan brothers couldn't bear it anymore and cheered loudly. This time they made money again.
Their cheers were in sharp contrast to the wails and curses around them.
From time to time, someone would cast envious and jealous looks at the two brothers.
When Zi Chen came to the fourth floor of Saint Soldier Mountain, he first saw a baptismal spirit pool. It didn't look big, but the spiritual power rippling in it was very abundant.
There was nothing in the spiritual pool, but there were two people standing next to the spiritual pool.
Lan Gu Meng and Shan Ya.
After the two entered the fourth floor, they did not immediately cleanse their weapons, but waited here.
Because they believed that Zi Chen would be able to win, they deliberately waited here.
Of course, if Zi Chen fails to win, then the two of them will join forces here to kill Sheng Lun, no matter what the cost.
This is their plan!
After seeing Zi Chen, the two people immediately came forward, very happy.
Zi Chen opened his arms and hugged the two girls one by one under the eyes of countless envious, jealous and hateful eyes.
In an instant, countless people gritted their teeth at Zi Chen and wished to replace him.
"Why are you still here?" Zi Chen asked.
"Waiting for you to leave together." Lan Gumeng said, "We know you will definitely come up."
Shan Ya said: "You'd better heal your wounds quickly."
Zi Chen was also seriously injured in the previous battle, and there was still blood spilling from his chest at this moment.
The reason why he came to the fourth floor immediately was obviously because he was worried that other people on the third floor would fish in troubled waters.
But now that he saw the two of them, he felt relieved.
Two hours later, Zi Chen's injuries had recovered to some extent. He stood up and looked at the biggest opportunity ahead.
Next, it’s time to harvest.
The stick and shield flew out and flew forward.
Shanya and Lan Gumeng each took out their own holy soul soldiers.
