"Chew!"

The "Mist Light" sword body swayed lightly, but it brought out an extremely harsh sound of cutting through space. An invisible sword energy cut across the space for hundreds of miles, and a long straight sword mark was printed on the three hundred miles of the Gods' Platform.

To leave a shallow trace on the Venerable God Platform, the difficulty is far greater than breaking thousands of mountains with one sword.

At the viewing table, everyone's bodies trembled uncontrollably and were frightened. This was the first moment when Jun Xilei truly released the sword intent and sword energy. It was obviously far apart and there were barriers separated, but it made their backs cold, as if the white sword light was ruthlessly pressing on their backs.

Luo Changsheng's body had not moved, but his clothes were swaying in an instant, and the indifference on his face finally turned into solemnity... This was also the first time he showed such a look on this God Platform.

After a moment of stillness, Jun Xi's tears suddenly disappeared, and his figure and sword shadow were as if they were in the cracks in space, and disappeared without a trace at the same time.

And in the next moment when people had no time to react, a majestic sword intent as big as the sky silently overturned every corner of the Fengshen Platform. The fog sword light was like a sudden flashing dark night meteor, piercing Luo Changsheng.

At the viewing table, countless young mysterious people, including those prides of the Eastern God Realm who became the sons of the chosen ones, were shocked. Because they could not see clearly where this sword light came from.

When the sword light flashed in their pupils, they felt only horror and... despair.

Luo Changsheng's eyes were like cold stars. With a dull explosion, his swords and axes came out together, wind and thunder sounded, and the hurricane and thunder rolled up and merged into the sword light.

Snap!!!

The sword energy collided with wind and thunder in the air. Before it really touched, the sword intent and wind and thunder had already erupted at the same time. For a moment, the sword energy roared, the wind and thunder exploded, the sword energy teared the wind and thunder, and the wind and thunder broke the sword light. The temple was like a natural disaster and the wind and clouds changed color.

Jun Xilei and Luo Changsheng's eyes collided with each other through the sword energy, wind and thunder, as cold as sharp sword and as awe-inspiring as cold crystal.

This was the first encounter between the two, but it was shocked that countless people were dumbfounded, and the kings of all the worlds were also violently moved.

The Fengshen Platform, which is as flat as jade, cannot be destroyed by the younger generation in the slightest sense, has rapidly spread countless fine marks like spider webs.

Bang!!

With a roar, the disaster storm exploded and the two flew away. Jun Xizhi's beautiful figure swirled lightly in the air, and the fog in his hand disappeared again.

"No...heart...sword...domain..."

The light suddenly darkened.

All the sounds suddenly disappeared.

There was a flash of flowers in front of everyone, presenting a vast starry sky like a dream.

The space of the Fengshen Platform became dark, and the light seemed to be ruthlessly swallowed. However, in this dimness, there were countless burning stars. Jun Xilei's whole body was like a ray of moon covering the moon, standing among the stars, like the heavenly moon god welcomed by thousands of stars, with the sacred power.

Luo Changsheng was attracted by Wanxing, his whole body was dark, and he seemed particularly humble in this suddenly open world.

"This...this is..."

"Wuxin Sword Realm!" King of Liuguang Realm said in a deep voice.

"It is said that Jun Wuming had just understood this 'Wuxin Sword Realm' in the late stage of the God King Realm," King Luo Shangchen of the Holy World exclaimed: "His successor has been realized in the God Realm."

"It's definitely not as simple as Wucheng." Luo Guxie whispered: "But it can be fully controlled."

"The sword kings of all dynasties have never had a woman. No wonder Jun Wuming has been searching for many years and has chosen a woman as his successor." Luo Guxie's eyes at Jun Xilei had changed a little: "It seems that I actually underestimated her, and Changsheng is afraid that he has to do his best."

Under the Wuxin Sword Realm, Luo Changsheng's face was already extremely solemn. His lightning was floating, his harsh and his throat was roaring, but his eyes were gradually dyed with deep emerald green.

The increasingly rich aura of the gods floated in the space enveloped by the sword domain.

A breath was gently moved by everyone's breath.

In an instant, all the stars turned into the most terrifying sword light, like the light of heaven, and shot down towards Luo Changsheng. Jun Xixi also turned into a shadow, approaching Luo Changsheng.

"drink!!"

Luo Changsheng roared, and the divine breath released on his body was extremely strong at this moment. With a long roar, two divine shadows appeared in front of and behind him at the same time.

The front is a giant eagle and the back is a giant bear.

The giant eagle roared and swept the storm across the sky, destroying the sword light again, and also pushing Jun Xizhi away. The sword light that pierced was firmly blocked by the numerous yellow lights and had collapsed before it was approaching.

In the realm of the heart, everything is a sword, and every wisp of air is a sword energy. Even if the sword light is broken and destroyed, more sword lights will emerge from the sky in the next moment, as if endless.

This is a kind of power that transcends the level of the divine realm and even tears apart the cognition of countless young mysterious people. Such power, the sword energy like stars, was blocked by Luo Changsheng layer by layer and could not be approached for a moment.

Not only the young and mysterious people were stunned, but also the elderly were shocked.

The day before yesterday, Jun Xi's tears instantly defeated the fire and broke the clouds. Luo Changsheng's wind and thunder tore up Lu Lengchuan's Huanglong Saint Realm, which amazed the audience.

But this scene was trembling better than everything before this Battle of Gods.

"This...this...this...this is really...the power of the younger generation?" A lower king of the realm was so shocked that he was almost completely out of possession, and he could not believe his eyes at all.

"It's not just the younger generation...the two are only half a year old." The other person said, sucking in the air conditioner.

"No wonder they would be called the 'Son of God'..."

"I am worthy of being the successor of the Sword Lord, and I am worthy of being the Young Master Changsheng!"

Huh! Boom... Boom!!

Jun Xilei's eyes could no longer see the existence of her pupils. In the Wuxin Sword Domain, she also entered the "Wuxin" realm. There was nothing else in her mind except the sword intent. The endless streaming sword shadows were trembling with countless souls at every moment.

"If it were me, I'd probably have died hundreds of times." A young mysterious man was confused and murmured. And he was Meng Duanxi, who was at the eighth level of the Gods, and was the younger generation in the Eastern God Realm, second only to the Four Gods of the Eastern God Realm.

The sword was like the sky light, and the hurricane became more and more violent. At this time, a shocking hissing sound, as the strange light flashed in Luo Changsheng's pupils, the shadow of the giant eagle in front of him and the shadow of the giant bear behind him suddenly exploded.

Boom———

All the sword lights were shaken away violently and then became chaotic. In the Wuxin Sword Domain, a strange crack suddenly cracked from it, and then... completely collapsed.

Jun Xilei's eyes returned to the focal length, and his whole body shook violently. In the storm of the explosion of mysterious energy, the two flew out at the same time. When they stopped, they were already a hundred miles apart.

Jun Xi's tears floated in the air, his body shook slightly, and his face turned pale for a moment. He was obviously injured, but he was forced to suppress it with great stubbornness.

Luo Changsheng also floated in the air, slightly breathing.

A breeze blew, and his left sleeve suddenly turned into pieces of fragments in the sky, and strands of blood were scratched from his arm, gathered at his fingertips, dripping.

A bloody blood groove broke on his face at some point.

The viewing room was silent.

Luo Changsheng stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the deep blood mark on his face. A blood bead was carefully pinched to his fingertips.

Looking at the red fingertips, he sighed softly: "It's been a long time... I haven't seen my own blood."

Shen Fengyue was put away by him, and only a Holy Thunder Sword was left in his hand. At this time, he suddenly smiled, slowly raised his sword, and pointed at Jun Xilei: "It is worthy of being the descendant of the Sword Lord, and that Changsheng... will meet with the sword."

Buzz!!

A dull explosion sounded at some point, like a thunder from thousands of miles away. The already amazing aura of Luo Changsheng suddenly surged at this moment, and an invisible wave of air swept across the entire Fengshen Platform. The sword breath on Jun Xilei's body seemed to be overthrown in the sea, and it dropped sharply several times.

"Ah...this...this..."

"Just... it wasn't Luo Changsheng's full strength just now!?"

"The peak of the peak of the Divine Realm... No! Compared to the extreme of the Divine Realm of Lao I back then, it is completely incomparable! This spiritual pressure... is actually comparable to the Divine King Realm!"

"... I always felt that the rumors about Young Master Changsheng were too exaggerated, but I didn't expect that... they were far better than the rumors! The generation of the East God Realm is simply immeasurable!"

After being invaded by Jun Xilei's sword, Luo Changsheng finally released his full strength. His eyes and aura completely changed. Everyone's eyes were attracted by an irresistible magnet, and they were firmly focused on him. From this moment on, he seemed to have become the center of the entire world.

Jun Xi's long hair flies, his white clothes float, as if standing in a storm. His bright eyes are like thousands of swords embedded in it, making him even more frightened.

Although he only held a Holy Thunder Sword in his hand, Luo Changsheng's aura was far more terrifying than before. He slowly raised his sword, and when the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, a ray of lightning struck down from the sky, attached to the sword body, accompanied by a faint wolf roar.

"Wind eagle, rock bear, thunder wolf... not only the three cultivators of Fenglei Earth, but also have three divine blood inheritances." The God Emperor Shi Tian's eyes shone with strange light: "This kid is really a freak."

"The limit of three cultivations of human beings, and the inheritance of three divine powers is also the limit of human beings. Whether the former or the latter, it is extremely rare, and the two limits are gathered together," the Dragon Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly: "Don't talk about your Eastern God Realm, looking at the entire history of the God Realm, there will be no more than twenty people in total."

"And as Hongmeng's aura becomes thinner, there will be fewer and fewer people with such god-given alien bodies. At present, Luo Changsheng should be the only one in the entire divine world and even the entire chaos."

"Your generation in the East God Realm will surely attract great attention." The Dragon Emperor said extremely seriously.

"This generation of young people has indeed emerged in many different talents, but they always give me a feeling of being born in the disaster." said the Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor of the Zhoutian.

Dragon Emperor: “…”

"Haha," Emperor Zhoutian shook his head with a smile: "I hope everything is just my worry about nothing."

Luo Changsheng's momentum increased sharply, but Jun Xilei's cold eyes were not turbulent. The fog sword rose, the empty painting full moon, the aura around him moved with the sword, and an invisible sword domain was silently formed. In an instant, the sword energy was in chaos, and the pressure and surging aura from Luo Changsheng were quickly torn apart. Her long hair floated up in the air, and her eyes were filled with sword light. The endless sword power actually repelled Luo Changsheng's surge in the sky and came back to the Venerable God Platform.

This time, Luo Changsheng moved first, and the Holy Thunder Sword was swept through the sky, and a purple thunder sword light suddenly shot out, turning into a thousand-foot thunder dragon, with its divine power astonishing.

Jun Xilei's figure flashed, and the hundred-mile space was instantly closer. A bright light condensed on the sword body, and the eyes of the people shone like needles.

"Broken...star...skill!"

The bright light flashed suddenly, piercing the sky in an instant, but behind it was a pitch-black trajectory.
Chapter completed!