Although he didn't know what Long Chen was trying to do, he chose to trust him.
"I'll tangle with him again so that he won't be able to break free for at least two seconds."
With that, Jian Chen disappeared once again, heading towards Sword Saint Sikong. This time, Long Chen followed him quickly as well. As he advanced, he had already secretly used his Dragon Soul Transformation, pushing his body to its most powerful state.
"Old man, I'm not any weaker than you in the Fantasy Sword Law."
He knew very well that the reason why Sword Saint Sikong was able to defeat him was because of the difference in cultivation. As for the Fantasy Sword Law, there was basically no difference between them.
His words had successfully attracted Sword Saint Sikong's attention. He sneered, "Is that so? Then let's keep trying."
The Cloudmist Sword and Blue Sky Sword clashed once more. The two swords seemed to stick together under Jian Chen's attacks.
"Entanglement."
Sword Saint Sikong's eyebrows twitched. He smiled, "How dare you use Entanglement against me? Do you know that I have the highest mastery in this art? You're just showing off before an expert."
In the beginning, the Cloudmist Sword had entangled the Blue Sky Sword. But now, the Blue Sky Sword had completely reversed the situation and entangled the Cloudmist Sword. The two of them seemed to be stuck together.
"Now!"
Long Chen knew that his opportunity had come. He instantly dashed to the side. His actions slightly attracted the attention of the Sikong Sword Saint. Of course, the Sikong Sword Saint was only slightly puzzled. After all, he hadn't paid any attention to a martial artist at the ninth level of the Heaven Ascension Realm for several decades.
At this moment, Jian Chen abruptly increased the power of his Entanglement technique. His sword changed, instantly turning into a violent wave of attacks that swept toward Sword Saint Sikong.
"Use your strongest move to fight me, haha!"
Sword Saint Sikong also changed his stance. He swung the Sky Sword in his hand, creating an even greater gale. It seemed to shake up the ground as he swept his sword towards Jian Chen.
"Fantasy's Final Slash!"
Long Chen knew that this enormous power of theirs might seem simple, but it contained boundless power. If Long Chen were to face it head-on, he would probably be smashed into smithereens by this sword force.
However, he didn't need to get close at all.
At this last moment, Long Chen had a thought.
"Devouring Blood World."
Under the usage of the tremendous true qi, the true qi equivalent to the first layer of the Earth Martial realm unleashed an endless amount of power. It turned into a blood-red space, completely surrounding Sword Saint Sikong. The power of the World of Devouring the Blood only affected Sword Saint Sikong, not Jian Chen.
Devouring Blood World still had a certain suppressive effect on Sword Saint Sikong, especially when Long Chen's Devouring Blood World came out of nowhere, it stunned Sword Saint Sikong for a moment. He was executing his strongest move, but he had no choice but to use some of his Zhen Yuan to suppress his blood and reduce the power of his attack.
As a result, Jian Chen barely managed to block his opponent's attack.
"Xiao Lang."
Just when Jian Chen and Sword Saint Sikong were in a stalemate, Long Chen approached Sword Saint Sikong. With a shout, Xiao Lang's black figure came out of the Great Void Realm. As soon as he came out, a wave of roaring flames surged toward Sword Saint Sikong.
The ice-cold flames made Sword Saint Sikong's hair stand on end.
"Run."
This was the first thought that appeared in his mind. By now, he already knew that Jian Chen was using it to attract his attention. The fire attack of the wolf daemon was their true killing move.
Although it was a bit unworthy of his identity to run, it was still more important than losing his life.
Sword Saint Sikong did what he wanted to do. Just when he was about to run, he was suddenly stunned. This was because at this moment, Jian Chen suddenly changed his sword stance and suddenly used the entanglement technique, entangling his Blue Sky Sword tightly.
If he still wanted to run, he would have to let go of the Blue Sky Sword. Otherwise, it would take him at least a second to break free from the sword. By then, he would have long been swallowed by the flames.
"God dammit, I have a primary King Tier Battle Skill. Why should I be afraid of flames?"
Sword Saint Sikong made up his mind and directly pulled his sword out from Jian Chen's side. He had already wasted his time, so he could only use the Blue Sky Sword to block the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame.
"Blue Sky Mighty Wind Sword."
This sword skill wasn't as good as a huge windmill. The sword shadows that were dancing crazily blocked the advance of the Nine Nether Demonic Ancestral Flame. As long as it was slightly blocked, Sword Saint Sikong would be able to escape.
"You two brats dare to fight me?"
Sword Saint Sikong sneered inside. Just when he was about to run, he suddenly felt danger from behind. He suddenly turned around and saw a huge sword formation suddenly falling toward him.
"What!"
Sword Saint Sikong let out a cry of surprise. In his impression, only those in the Earth Martial Arts Realm could display such a vast sword formation, but judging from the power of the sword formation, it was clearly not the Genuine Aether of the Earth Martial Arts Realm.
Sword Saint Sikong could only block one of the attacks at most. Whether it was the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation or the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame, Sword Saint Sikong felt that he would be injured if he took on both of them.
He had never thought that he would be forced into such a situation.
"You brats, you're very smart. You've let me endure this attack. I'll make you wish you were dead," Sword Saint Sikong roared out inside.
Long Chen's figure appeared in his head. Only then did he know that the brat he had never paid any attention to was the true threat to him.
Sword Saint Sikong had to take on either the sword formation or the flames. The flames were fine. Although he feared them, Sword Saint Sikong did not think they would pose any threat to him. On the other hand, the sharpness of the sword formation could be seen. If he was struck, he would be covered in wounds even if he did not die. It would be extremely unsightly.
"Go die!"
Sword Saint Sikong roared as he brandished the Blue Skies Sword in his hand. It turned into a series of sword shadows that scattered the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation. At the same time, the silhouette of the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation was sliced into pieces by Sword Saint Sikong.
"Did you kill him?"
Sword Saint Sikong was a little surprised. In his opinion, he would only be able to injure the other party severely. After all, his main goal was to deal with the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation, not Long Chen.
But when he saw it clearly, Sword Saint Sikong's face changed.
"Shadow Clone!"
Only now did he realize that the Sky Punishing Sword Formation was actually cast by the Phantom Doppelganger. At this moment, he suddenly turned around, and the Nine Underworlds Demonic Ancestral Flame instantly engulfed him. Sword Saint Sikong was instantly turned into a black flaming man.
"Argh!"
A painful scream came from the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame. Sword Saint Sikong's arm was still exposed. At this moment, he was frantically rolling on the ground. The True Yuan in his body forcefully formed a circle, separating him from the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame. Of course, there were some parts that were not blocked, which was why Sword Saint Sikong let out such a miserable scream.
If this continued, the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame would not be able to kill Sword Saint Sikong completely.
Although the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame had left, Xiao Lang only controlled a little bit of it. Moreover, it was just a clone.
However, Long Chen was already prepared.
The moment Sword Saint Sikong was devoured by the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame, the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation immediately descended on Sword Saint Sikong with the recovered power of the Golden Crow's remnant soul. The flames of the Golden Crow's remnant soul were extremely hot, while the flames of the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame were extremely cold. Under the alternation, Sword Saint Sikong's body completely collapsed under Long Chen's Heaven-punishing Sword Formation.
Long Chen directly ripped open his body with the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation, allowing the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame to pour into him. Sword Saint Sikong produced an earth-shaking howl. Three seconds later, everything stopped. All that remained was a black, curled up statue of ice. It was the Sword Saint Sikong of the past.
Jian Chen was rather taken aback.
Jian Chen didn't know how to react. He looked at the corpse in a daze as a sliver of confusion appeared in his eyes.
Only a very short amount of time had passed since they lost the upper hand to victory. During that time, Jian Chen had never thought that he would win. He believed that the three of them would die here today and that it was very likely for Lan Ling 'er to be humiliated. However, the strongest person on the other side, Sword Saint Sikong, was already dead.
He raised his head and stared at Long Chen blankly. He knew that he was only keeping Sword Saint Sikong busy. The true person who killed Sword Saint Sikong was Long Chen. Not only did he have the strength to kill him, but he also had the plan to kill him.
He had grasped the timing perfectly.
First was the Word Coil, then the World of Devouring, then the Ninth Hell Demon Ancestral Flame, then the Phantom Clone, and finally the Heaven-punishing Sword Formation. Under such a strict arrangement, Sword Saint Sikong managed to last until the Phantom Clone due to his great strength, but he still fell to Long Chen's Heaven-punishing Sword Formation in the end.
One of the ten great Wushu Sages of the Wushu Alliance, Sword Saint Sikong, had been reduced to a life-like statue of ice, and it was all because of the young man before him.
Jian Chen felt rather suffocated.
He suddenly realized that Long Chen seemed to be even more terrifying than Long Yue. At the very least, Long Yue's terror was still within the scope of his understanding. As for Long Chen, other than his lacking cultivation level, his combat ability, temperament, and battle skills, everything else was perfect.
Not only was Jian Chen shocked, but the people of White City also looked at each other. They knew how great the old man's status was in the Wushu Alliance.
The Wushu Alliance had one Martial Emperor, three Martial Emperors, and ten great Wushu Sages. Sword Saint Sikong was one of the ten great Wushu Sage. It could be said that there were only four people above him in the Wushu Alliance.
But now, he had died under the sword of a nameless pawn.
Everyone's shocked gazes gathered on Long Chen.
"Who is the young man beside him?" This was the question on everyone's mind.
Now, only the Flower Martial Queen was left.
She was very relaxed because she knew that she only needed to keep Lan Ling 'er busy. Once Sword Saint Sikong dealt with them, he would quickly capture Lan Ling' er.
However, Sword Saint Sikong was dead.