Chapter 827: Battle of Martial Saints

"What a tyrannical force, and the speed between transitions is also unexpectedly fast."

Xiao Chen was overjoyed, and when he waved his hand, there was a large piece of purple knife light, like electric light, radiating non-stop in the space.

clang!

With a light tap of the umbrella, Ying Qiong accurately hit the weak point of the knife. The soft water attribute power in the body moved slowly.

Xiao Chen raised his brows, said a good word in his heart, turned his body quickly, and displayed the Thunder Tribulation Saber technique.

Purple brilliance shines between the brows, the brilliance of will, combined with the violent thunder attribute energy, forms a great power invisibly, and suppresses Ying Qiong.

The blade fell, and the clouds in the sky were also pierced by lightning. This blade was like a thunderbolt piercing the sky, and it was powerful and heavy.

Ying Qiong didn't panic, she opened the rain body in her hand, and there was a bang. When the entire umbrella was fully unfolded, all the water-attribute spiritual energy behind her was mobilized, not leaving a single drop.

The umbrella unfolded, and a circular water curtain with a length of one kilometer formed a huge barrier, covering Yingqiong firmly inside.

If you look at it from a distance, the circular water curtain standing obliquely in the air is basically an extremely huge umbrella, unfolding together with the umbrella in Yingqiong's hand.

The violent power contained in Xiao Chen's knife slashed on the circular water curtain, and immediately dispersed, forming a series of electric lights, crackling and flickering non-stop.

Xiao Chen's knife was easily resolved, Ying Qiong smiled slightly, turned his right hand, and immediately closed the wooden umbrella.

The umbrella-shaped water curtain in the void was also suddenly closed, but it did not disappear. Ying Qiong pointed at the umbrella, and the closed water curtain pierced towards Xiao Chen like a spear. Between Pingnan Xumi, Xiao Chen's figure flashed, and he passed by. The water curtain that was gathered together fell on the ground and penetrated deeply.

In mid-air, the two quickly exchanged moves, each of them was familiar with the power after being promoted to Martial Saint.

Compared with Xiao Chen, although Ying Qiong looked quite calm, she didn't have many chances to counterattack from the beginning to the end, and she always tried her best to defend.

After another hundred moves, Xiao Chen used the Thunder Tribulation Saber Technique over and over again. The power of the three major Thunder Tribulations, Land Thunder Tribulation, Heaven Thunder Tribulation, and Divine Thunder Tribulation, was more than doubled than before.

However, the umbrella in Yingqiong's hand obviously has a lot of background, and it is simply against the sky to use it for defense. It is connected to the three major thunder disasters, and she is still safe and sound.

Just when Xiao Chen was about to display the Double Dragon Ball, Ying Qiong put away the umbrella, dropped it on the stone pillar below, and said with a smile: "I won't fight anymore, if I continue to fight, I'm going to make a fool of myself."

Xiao Chen put the knife back into its sheath, stared at the umbrella, and said, "What's the name of this umbrella, it's a good umbrella."

"Why do you want to take my Tianlin Umbrella's idea? You haven't practiced the Roushui Jue, so it's useless to give it to you." Ying Qiong leaned the wooden umbrella on her right shoulder and smiled softly.

Tianlin Umbrella, I don't know what level of secret treasure it is, at least it is a king-level low-level secret treasure. The former Yingqiong seems unable to stimulate the power of the secret treasure.

Now it seems that I haven't been able to fully stimulate the strength of this umbrella. If not... if not, it should be able to block 70% of my strength.

Xiao Chen made a quick analysis in his mind, presumably, the children of big families should have king-level secret treasures, and it seems that they have to be careful when facing those descendants of the king's sect and king's family in the future.

Without answering Ying Qiong's words, Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to collect the seventy-two Qiankun flags scattered in all directions, and quickly returned them to Xiao Chen's hands.

Ying Qiong jumped down lightly, landed in front of Xiao Chen, and said: "Hee hee, let's go."

Xiao Chen was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile: "I'm going back to Haotianzong, are you going back with me too? Could it be that this winner really doesn't have a place for you?"

Ying Qiong asked strangely: "Go back to Haotianzong? You are so eager to become holy, isn't it because of the stigmata tablet that appears once every ten years, and it will be opened in half a month, so you go back like this?"

"The Stigmata Monument? Aojiao, what is that?"

When Xiao Chen heard these three words for the first time, he couldn't help but feel puzzled, and asked about Aojiao.

"The Stigmata Monument is about to be opened? It seems that Xiao Chen, you may not be able to go back in a short time. The Stigmata Monument is erected on the long Kunlun Mountains. It has existed since ancient times. It appears every ten years. As long as you can engrave your name on it, you are eligible to enter it."

"There are many treasures inside, and if you lose the competition, there will be no danger to your life. At most, it will be sent out. No matter how unlucky you are, you can get a few better holy-rank secret treasures."

"Only low-rank martial sages are allowed to engrave their names. Of course, whether they can be engraved or not is another matter. Having said that, this monument will last forever, and being able to engrave names on it is also recognized by top warriors." glory."

Hearing Aojiao's explanation, Xiao Chen became thoughtful, and originally planned to find a way to teleport back to the Sky Realm after returning to Haotianzong.

Put some past events to rest, and meet old people from the past, and then put your heart on martial arts without worrying about it, and hit the realm of the emperor.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen just encountered the appearance of the Stigmata Monument, which made Xiao Chen hesitate.

Ao Jiao urged: "Go, Lei Di also engraved his name on it back then, but it was on the same line as Qing Emperor's name. Don't you want to try, at what height can you engrave your own name?"

"Those peerless evildoers of all races have settled in the semi-holy realm for so many years, and they must have been sanctified by the opportunity of obtaining the Tianlu Divine Spring. The appearance of the Stigmata will definitely attract them from all races."

"The most important thing is that there are spiritual veins inside. If you look at the laurel tree in the fairy ring, it will take at least three hundred years to mature. With a few first-level spiritual veins, it will definitely mature within three to five years. "

The last sentence completely moved Xiao Chen. To fight for the spirit veins outside, at least he had to face the competition of the master-level martial saints, and there was no hope at all.

If there is really a spiritual vein in this stigmata tablet, Xiao Chen will still have great confidence as long as he faces the martial saints of the same level.

Seeing Xiao Chen groaning silently, Ying Qiong thought of something and said, "You have only been here in the Kunlun Realm for two years, and it's not very strange that you haven't heard of the Stigmata Monument."

Xiao Chen denied, "I've heard about the Stigmata Monument, but you're not afraid of being known by the family when you appear in such a swaggering manner?"

Ying Qiong smiled wistfully and said: "The struggle between the big families is not as straightforward as you imagined. When I meet Ying Fan, maybe I will be closer than usual."

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, the meaning in his words, in fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to say goodbye. With this woman's intelligence, she should be able to understand that she doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble.

"Let's go. The Kunlun Mountains run across the Xuanyu. It's endless. Without me to guide the way, even if you ask a lot, you may not be able to find the place where the Stigmata is located in half a month."

A sly look flashed in Yingqiong's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her cheek.

"Don't ask me, it's been so many years, how can I still remember the road. And the Stigmata Monument, the Emperor Wu really doesn't know where it is, you still have to walk with her on this road."

In the Fairy Ring, Ao Jiao's very innocent words wiped out Xiao Chen's last hope.

Kunlun Mountain stretches endlessly from east to west, traversing the entire Xuanyu. In addition to the main peak that Xiao Chen has been to, there are countless secondary peaks.

Even if it takes ten years, it is impossible to walk all the way up from the peak. The holy mark monument is erected in it, and the relationship between dripping water and the lake is an exaggeration, and it is difficult to trace at all.

Xiao Chen was a little lucky, luckily Ying Qiong was following him on this trip, otherwise, even if he found out how to get there, he would go around and spend a lot of time.

Among the endless mountain peaks, on a seemingly ordinary mountainside flat ground, stands a towering stone monument.

In the four directions, there are still many peaks of different heights, but all of them are above 5,000 meters high. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and there are endless birds.

On the top of the hills, there are many warriors of various races parked, and all of them are warriors with martial arts cultivation, and many of them are not even low-rank warriors.

Each breath is long and hidden, it should be some idle old martial saints, or the elders of the various sects and families, who came here mainly to see how far the younger generations have grown.

For them, the resounding reputation in the four directions, no matter how great it is, is not as real as this stigmata monument.

Can it be engraved on it, how high can it be engraved, can it surpass some famous and powerful men in history who have long been famous forever.

This is the only way to truly prove that your talent is extraordinary, otherwise you are a false genius, and what you say is just a false name.

Because throughout the ages, those geniuses with names and surnames in history have carved their names on it, and history has proved their glory.

Their deeds comparable to the legends further highlighted the extraordinaryness of the stigmata, making the name of the stigma bigger and bigger.

At the foot of the stigmata, there are more warriors gathered, counting them carefully, no less than 3,000. Without exception, their cultivation bases are all in the realm of low-rank martial saints, and these are all warriors waiting to leave their names on the stigmata tablet.

But at a glance, most of them are middle-aged people, even a lot of old people, and very few young people.

But on the hills of all sides, those old masters, and some Martial Emperors who just came to watch the fun, all set their eyes on the younger generation among them.

There is no other reason, these young people are the protagonists of the opening of the Stigmata Monument, and those old men and middle-aged martial saints are all foils.

Even if you are unwilling, you can't change this fact.

A martial artist who can become a low-rank martial artist at the age of less than 30 years old must be a genius at the monstrous level, and will only appear in the prosperous age of martial artists.

In an ordinary era, if one appears, he will immediately become a peerless arrogance leading an era.

These people seem to be young, but it is a piece of cake to fight across the ranks, let alone the ordinary low-rank martial saints in the late stage.

Even if the middle-rank martial saint really came, there is nothing he can do to win these young people alone. If one is not careful, the horse stumbles and capsizes, and fame is very likely.

A hundred meters away from the stele, there is a faint golden barrier that prevents others from approaching.