The blood-crying sword saint still had a look of surprise on his face.

"What is this method?"

"Swish~"

The shrill sound of breaking through the air resounded.

The cold light transformed by the Tianlang Sword rushed to the front of the Blood-Crying Sword Saint again.

"Sword-controlling technique?!"

The Blood-Crying Sword Saint was shocked and forced to stabilize his body. The knife in his hand swept the power of the rule of thunder and slashed hard on the Tianlang Sword.

"Boom~"

Collision center void collapses.

The Tianlang Sword was chopped away, and the Blood-Crying Sword Saint also groaned and took a step back.

The Flying Heavenly Lang Sword was split, and the Blood-Crying Sword Saint got a chance to breathe, and looked at Xu Chen. The next moment, an incredible look appeared on his face.

Not only did Xu Chen stand up from the ruins, but the injuries on his chest were healed. How long has it been since Xu Chen's injuries were about to heal.

Even if Xu Chen swallowed the holy level spiritual pill, his recovery speed would not be so fast.

But Xu Chen's actions at the next moment made his expression change again.

Xu Chen thought and spiritual weapons appeared in front of him.

There are different spiritual weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Each spiritual weapon exudes extremely strong fluctuations of spiritual power.

These spiritual weapons are all top-quality spiritual weapons, and there are actually quasi-holy soldiers.

These spiritual weapons are Xu Chen's spoils.

"The Blood-Crying Sword Saint, if you can force me to this point, you will still be honored even if you die!"

Xu Chen looked at the Blood-Crying Knife Saint with cold eyes. With a wave of his hand, dozens of spiritual weapons floating in front of him shot out and turned into cold lights, killing towards the Blood-Crying Knife Saint.

The Blood-Crying Sword Saint really never dreamed that Xu Chen actually mastered the long-lost sword-control technique.

"Swish~"

The black light transformed by the Tianlang Sword was the first to attack. The Blood-Crying Sword Saint activates the rule of thunder and swings the sword to resist.

A clang sound.

The Tianlang sword flew out.

The Blood-Crying Sword Saint is not feeling well either.

Moreover, before he could take a breath, the subsequent attack was already coming.

Dozens of cold lights shot from all directions, locking the deadly parts of the Blood-Crying Knife Saint's head, throat, heart, etc.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang..."

Faced with dozens of cold lights attacks, the Blood-Crying Sword Saint dared not be able to retain any reservations. The blood-colored sword was swung into the wind by him, resisting the attacks of one cold light after another.

Two fists cannot beat four hands.

What's more, there are dozens of attacks.

Moreover, even if the power of each attack is not as good as the saint's full-strength attack, it is not much different.

Just the first wave of attacks, the Blood-Crying Sword Saint was killed in a very embarrassing manner, with several wounds on his body.

Xu Chen stood in the void, holding the Star-Breaking Sword in his hand, and his mental power was circulating with all his strength, controlling dozens of spiritual weapons to launch a continuous attack on the Blood-Crying Sword Saint.

The Blood-Crying Knife Saint slashed the seven or eight cold lights coming towards him with one knife, and then slashed six or seven cold lights with one knife in his back hand, but the number of cold lights was too large after all, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Puff!!!"

Another dull sound of two sharp blades cutting the body was heard.

Two cold lights brushed the left abdomen and right leg of the Blood-Crying Knife, respectively, and brought up two wisps of blood.

The Blood-Crying Knife Saint groaned, and a look of panic appeared on his face.

He felt the threat of death.

The sword control technique is worthy of being the famous skill of the sword saint Ye Xiaoran 30,000 years ago. It is so powerful that it is indeed unusual.

"Puff~"

The black light transformed by the Tianlang Sword seized the opportunity and pierced directly from the back of the Blood-Crying Sword Saint, flew out of his right chest, bringing hot blood.

The Blood-Crying Knife Saint pale and his body flew backwards. Before he could stabilize his body, a shrill sound of breaking through the air came again, and dozens of cold lights shot overwhelmed the sky.

This moment.

The Blood-Crying Knife finally felt fear.

If this continues, he will sooner or later die at Xu Chen's hands.

He glanced at Xu Chen viciously, "Boy, the green mountains will not change, the green water will flow forever, let's fight again another day!"

The moment the words were finished, a teleportation talisman appeared in the hands of the Blood-Crying Sword Saint.

This teleportation talisman is not a thousand-mile teleportation talisman, but a more advanced teleportation talisman, which is his greatest life-saving trump card.

The talisman paper burned, and the space power wrapped around the whole body. Before the attack came, it teleported away.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

The attack was lost.

"Telection left?"

Xu Chen closed his eyes.

The mental power swept away.

Ten miles, twenty miles, fifty miles, one hundred miles...

Xu Chen slowly opened his eyes, "No, he ran away."

"I will kill you next time I meet you."

Xu Chen said murderously.

...

In a cave hundreds of miles away from the battlefield, Xu Chen finished his training and his injuries were completely healed.

After slowly breathing out a breath of turbid air, Xu Chen opened his eyes and took out the Lingyun Palace disciple token.

Because of his news, the group was already in full swing. The disciples of Lingyun Palace were discussing the incidents in the ruins of Lingxi Sect, and some were asking about the authenticity of the news. However, he was fighting with the Blood-Crying Knife at that time and had no time to reply to the news.

Just at this moment, Senior Brother Su Yuntian sent a message, "Junior Brother Xu Chen, what are you in now? Have you escaped from the remains of Lingxi Sect?"

Xu Chen replied: "I have escaped from the remains."

Su Yuntian said: "Just escape. Our saint senior brother from Lingyun Palace is rushing to the place, and the news has been passed to other holy places. The subsequent matters will be left to the saints. Junior brother, please try to stay away from the right and wrong place as much as possible, and it is best to leave the Xuan Realm."

Xu Chen said: "Well, I'm going to leave the Xuan Realm."

Su Yuntian asked: "Junior Brother Xu, have you decided to attend the Halloween Conference?"

Xu Chen: "Attend."

Su Yuntian: "It's not my surprise. By the way, I forgot to tell you last time that every force has a quota restriction for participating in the Halloween Conference. Our Lingyuntian is one of the nine holy places in Qingzhou, but there are only sixteen places to participate in the Qihai Realm."

Xu Chen: "Senior Brother, what do you mean is, if I want to represent Lingyun Palace to attend the Halloween Conference, do I need to win a place?"

Su Yuntian: "Not bad. But you don't have to worry too much. As far as I know, there are not many Qihai Realm brothers who want to participate in the Halloween Conference this time. Since you can defeat the Qingqing Tiandao, you still have a lot of hope to win a place."

Xu Chen: "Senior Brother, when will our Lingyun Palace compete for the quota?"

Su Yuntian: "Three days later."

Xu Chen: "Thank you, Senior Brother Su, for your reminder!"

After finishing the chat with Su Yuntian, Xu Chen opened the chat group and watched for a while, then put away the token, closed his eyes and recalled the battle with the Blood-Crying Knife Holy.

"The power of the rules is too strong!"

"The artistic conception of the sword in the perfect realm is not worth mentioning in the face of the power of rules, and the gap is too big."

"The necessary condition for breaking through to become a saint is to understand the power of rules. That is to say, every saint has at least one power of rules, which is also the main reason why there are ants under the saints."

"The saint who used the power of rules is too strong. If my mental power had not reached the level comparable to that of a saint, and the only divine thought master in the Zhenwu world, I would probably be me who ran away in a panic when I fought with the Blood-Crying Saint.

"As my strength continues to improve, the opponents I encounter will become stronger and stronger."

"The quota for the Halloween Conference is three days later. I still have time, so I will use these three days to fully understand the sword intent, hoping to make a breakthrough..."

The next moment.
Chapter completed!