"What is he doing?"
Everyone asked each other in surprise.
Long Chen had chopped Little Martial God into pieces with just one slash.
However, he immediately changed his target. He set his sights on the Imperial Heavenly Saber.
Everyone knew that the Little Martial God wouldn't die so easily. Back in the Dark Nation, he had suffered much worse injuries at the hands of the Gray Priests.
However, Long Chen looked down on him, completely ignoring Little Martial God's current recovery. Instead, he focused on the Tyrant Heavens Blade.
He used the God Slaying Sword to cut the ownerless Tyrant Heavens Blade.
On Ye Futu's side, even Ye Futu had no idea what Long Chen was doing.
"Kid, let go of the blade." The Hall Master of the Martial Cold Temple was baffled and shouted angrily.
In fact, Long Chen's performance had exceeded his expectations.
Even Feng Zhilin could not deal with Little Martial God in such a crushing manner. In other words, if Little Martial God did not have an immortal body, he would definitely not be Long Chen's opponent. In a few moves, Long Chen would kill him.
At this moment, the broken corpses on the ground were undergoing a strange change.
Little Martial God was invincible and immortal.
Therefore, everyone still had confidence in him.
As for Long Chen, it was true that he was strong and shocking enough. But what was he thinking now?
He was ignoring Yang Chen.
It was strange for him to be so arrogant.
However, everyone did not notice that every time the God Slaying Sword slashed on the Tyrant Heavens Blade, the piercing golden light of the Tyrant Heavens Blade would dim a little.
Long Chen increased the speed at which he swung his sword.
Clang clang clang.
The ear-piercing sound made everyone feel very uncomfortable.
"You will die, and you will die miserably."
The Hall Master of the Martial Cold Temple threatened.
He glanced in the direction of the Little Martial God with a slightly frightened expression.
"Long Chen is not bad. He forced Little Martial God to use his last resort."
Even the Hall Master of the Coldmartial Palace himself felt that this method was terrifying.
When the Tyrant Heavens Saber dimmed halfway, the Little Martial God's bloody head rolled in front of Long Chen. More than ten parts of his body were arranged into a strange formation according to a unique pattern.
"Long Chen." The Little Martial God stared at him coldly.
Long Chen raised his head, but his hands did not stop moving. He swung the God Slaying Sword again and again, as if he was slashing at Little Martial God's heart.
"What is it?"
The Young Martial God's tone was extremely cold: "Yes, I should thank you for giving me my freedom. I'm looking forward to fighting you. Next, I'll use my best form, a form I've never shown to anyone before. I respect you enough, but you have to let go of my saber."
Long Chen laughed. The God Slaying Sword was about to level up, he would not let go of the blade in his hand. He said: "Hurry up, I can't wait any longer. But regarding the blade, I can only say that you can forget about it."
The Little Martial God's eyes were red. Only his head was left, and his expression was extremely ferocious. He roared in pain: "Long Chen, I'm warning you, let go of my blade."
Long Chen had never seen him so agitated.
He was curious. His hands did not stop moving, but he asked: "Give me a reason."
The Little Martial God fell into a frenzied state, rambling: "This is a gift from him, I have to cherish it. This is a gift from him, a gift ….. It's the only gift in my life ….."
"He's Ye Futu right?" Long Chen said this name without hesitation.
Yang Chen was a pitiful person.
He thought that he was good at pretending, but Long Chen could see through his heart.
Hearing this name, the Little Martial God looked at Long Chen in shock.
"That's enough."
Long Chen raised his sword, and heavily chopped down on the Tyrant of the Heavens Blade. With a loud clang, a small crack appeared on the Tyrant of the Heavens Blade. Long Chen glared at the Little Martial God, and sneered: "Yang Chen, don't think that you're so pitiful. You're all trapped in a cocoon of your own making. You're not like this, you're not pitiful at all, because you brought this upon yourself."
Everyone had their own obsessions.
The reason why the Little Martial God was so obedient to Ye Futu was probably because of his own obsessions.
These words were like knives cutting into Yang Chen's heart, exposing his wound in public. Long Chen's words were very direct, but he couldn't admit it. He seemed to have gone mad, and roared with a terrifying voice: "Let go of this blade, it's my only gift, I want you to let go of it."
Long Chen snorted coldly, and used all the strength in his body to chop down the God Slaying Sword. This time, he directly chopped at the dim crack on the Tyrant of the Heavens Blade. With a crack, the golden blade shattered into pieces in front of Yang Chen's stunned eyes.
The God Slaying Sword's grey murderous intent increased by a lot.
The fourth Dao pattern was beginning to form.
In order to hide it, Long Chen reached out and covered the fourth Dao pattern. If the God Slaying Sword's magical ability was exposed, it would definitely cause a storm of blood.
A dignified Dao tool with five Dao patterns was actually shattered.
The golden fragments that filled the sky were like the Little Martial God's body and heart, completely collapsing.
This Dao tool that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years, and experienced countless generations of masters, was actually destroyed today.
It became the food for Long Chen's God Slaying Sword.
On the side of Ye Futu's faction, seeing the peerless treasure disappear like this, everyone was heartbroken. At the same time, they were filled with anger towards Long Chen.
Many people almost couldn't hold themselves back, and were ready to attack.
"How could he destroy such a divine weapon? What a sin!"
"The Little Martial God hasn't even used the full power of the Tyrant of the Heavens Blade."
While everyone was feeling sorry, Ye Futu and the others were paying attention to the Little Martial God's changes.
Perhaps, the shattering of the Tyrant of the Heavens Blade would be an unprecedented blow to Yang Chen.
Yang Chen's eyes dimmed for a period of time, then turned into a blood-red color. His eyes were filled with rage, burning with rage. Yang Chen's undisguised beast form erupted from his body. Every part of his body was burning with golden flames.
"It's done. Once this move is used, victory is assured." Even Ye Futu said so confidently.
He didn't care about the destruction of the Tyrant of the Heavens Blade at all. Only Yang Chen would see this as important.
His only gift was shattered, and it was as if he was dead. The only thing left was to fight, to kill.
"Die, I want you dead."
The Little Martial God roared like a demon.
"I'll give you a fair chance."
Long Chen retreated fifty steps, and didn't choose to take advantage of the situation to attack.
On the Little Martial God's side, the flames of anger and the flames of transformation intertwined, and an unprecedented terrifying change occurred. Everything burned crazily, and those body parts piled up in the center of the formation. The ancient formation began to operate, and in the sky, golden clouds began to gather. Above the clouds, bursts of Sanskrit sounded, and the silhouettes of tall gods were faintly discernible.
"Eighteen Martial Gods Possession."
As long as one was an old person, they would recognize this Innate Dao Technique.
This was the essence of the Wushen Palace.
Almost every generation of Great Emperor Zhenwu would use this move.
This was the legend of the Wushen Palace.
Of course, only those who cultivated the Dao of Battle could cultivate the Eighteen Martial Gods Possession.
However, if one didn't have a thorough understanding of the Dao of Battle, it would be impossible to use this technique. Among the people present, except for the three Martial Sovereigns, it could be said that no one had reached this level.
However, the Little Martial God had done it.
It was obvious that his understanding of the Dao of Heaven wasn't low either.
"Although I don't know how the Little Martial God did it, the power of the Eighteen Martial Gods Possession is unimaginable."
"This is one of the highest level secret manuals of the True Martial Emperor Palace. Those who can cultivate it are few and far between. Every time it is used, the Three Domains and Nine Worlds will be shaken. The Little Martial God used it today to solidify his position in the Martial Dao."
"To be honest, if he can use the Eighteen Martial Gods Possession, he's qualified to be the Saint Martial Emperor."
"Sigh, these two kids each have their own strengths and weaknesses. It would be perfect if they merged into one and became one."
These were all very pertinent comments.
Hearing this, Long Chen felt a great pressure in his heart.
Fortunately, he had reached the ninth layer of the Divine Martial Realm. Otherwise, he would be in trouble today. Judging from the current situation, he still had the strength to fight.
Right at this moment, numerous golden figures descended from the golden clouds.
The chanting of Sanskrit continued.
The appearance of the Divine Spirits, these were the Divine Spirits of the True Martial Emperor Palace. Everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of yearning and worship. It was said that the True Martial Emperor Palace was built by one of the Eighteen Martial Gods in the Ancient Era. The Eighteen Martial Gods were mysterious and lofty. Today's illusory figures couldn't be seen clearly. However, every time one of the illusory figures descended on the Little Martial God's body, the Little Martial God's strength would increase tremendously.
Long Chen's gaze became heavier.
On Wenren Xi's side, everyone was in despair. Judging from the Little Martial God's current situation, he definitely wouldn't let Long Chen go.
Boom!
The Eighteen Martial Gods had all descended.
The might of the Divine Spirits had a superior life form. This made everyone have the urge to kneel down in front of the Little Martial God.
When the golden clouds poured into the Little Martial God's body, his body underwent a terrifying increase. He grew to more than three meters tall. His entire body was filled with golden energy. It was as if his body was cast from gold, shining with golden light. He looked like a Golden God of War.
The imprints of the Eighteen Martial Gods all appeared on Yang Chen's body, forming a dense array of divine marks.
Roar!
The only part of his body that was different was his blood-red eyes.
At this moment, he was staring at Long Chen.
Right now, no one could determine how strong the Little Martial God was.
Long Chen gritted his teeth.
"Stubborn fellow. If I don't wake you up, you won't wake up. It's time to be free."
This battle wasn't just for himself, but also for Feng Zhilin. It was also considered as a battle for Yang Chen.
Under the gazes of the crowd, Long Chen resolutely moved forward.
With his hands, he could slay demons and gods.
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