Chapter 94 The Terror of the Third Stage

The audience across the country were shocked when they saw Wang Beichen's amazing skills.

"Fuck, flying three thousand swords, is this an attack that a warrior in the Bone Forging Realm can use?"

"It's too outrageous!"

"Don't forget, Wang Beichen's talent is also EX-level!"

"Sure enough, EX-level talents are all weak."

"He is only 13 years old, I was still playing in the mud when I was 13!"

"Why does he have so much mental power?"

"The challenge was really successful, he is worthy of being the Wang family's genius."

"It looks like he won so easily..."

...

In the special monitoring room, Duanmu Qian looked at Wang Beichen who was recuperating in the sky and spoke slowly.

"His sword seems to be able to seal the souls of alien beasts."

"The soul can give the sword various special effects, recovery, treatment, mental power replenishment, attack..."

"Make flying swords, store flying swords, as long as he is given enough preparation time, his strength will probably increase exponentially."

"No wonder the holder of EX-level talent is praised as the seed of the emperor."

Tianjian City, Wang's ancestral home.

When Wang Beichen reduced the health of the Sword Emperor projection to 60%, the entire family meeting room was boiling.

Wang Jiannian tightly held his wife Murong Wan's hand, unable to hide his excitement.

The clan leader Wang Xiao roared with a red face.

"Good boy, you have made my Wang family proud. He actually did it!"

The tenth elder was also very excited: "Beichen is really a genius of my Wang family. At the age of thirteen, he defeated the projection of the ancestor."

Only the great elder had a relatively calm expression.

He had a relatively clear understanding of the strength of the ancestor, and he also knew very well that Wang Beichen's talent at a low level could restrain the projection of the ancestor.

Sometimes, quantity can overcome quality.

But in most cases, quality suppresses quantity.

However, as the current spiritual pillar of the family, he will not spoil everyone's fun.

During this period, the Wang family encountered too many unpleasant things.

Finally, there was something that could make him happy from the bottom of his heart.

He also temporarily forgot his unhappiness because of this incident.

In the conference room, the smiles of the Wang family members almost shattered the teacups on the table.

In the vast Chinese nation with a history of more than 10,000 years, there are only a few who can defeat the projection of the emperor.

Wang Beichen is the only warrior who can set a record at the age of thirteen.

This is a name in history, and it is the prelude to the rise of the Wang family.

History will once again leave a mark for his Wang family.

How can they not be excited!

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The major imperial clans were also shocked by the powerful fighting power displayed by Wang Beichen.

"I paid too much attention to Yunjiu before, and I didn't expect a thirteen-year-old child to achieve such success."

"This Wang Beichen is worthy of the title of the son of prophecy."

"His fighting style should have been restrained by the Sword Emperor, but the Sword Emperor projection was only at the Bone Forging Realm, and quantity overwhelmed quality."

"His talent is a bit strange, seizing souls and sealing them in the sword."

"This talent doesn't seem to give him any attribute bonus, but his other abilities are like giving him an arsenal."

"How can an emperor-level talent be weak?"

"Let's see how he performs in the next stage?"

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The Sword Emperor Statue World.

Wang Beichen looked ahead, and the golden light on the Sword Emperor projection gradually dissipated, and the fear reappeared in his eyes.

Clang!

A crisp sound came from nowhere.

Then, the sound became louder and louder.

"Sword sound?"

Almost instantly, a fatal sense of crisis invaded Wang Beichen's heart.

Without any hesitation, he summoned the winged sword and rose to the sky again.

The moment his body left the ground, a huge sword mark appeared where Wang Beichen had just been.

Looking at the sword mark, Wang Beichen could not hide his shock.

"What... when did it come out..."

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been eliminated.

The next moment, he began to panic again.

Because...

The Sword Emperor projection disappeared!

"Where is the person...?"

Wang Beichen's heart was pounding, and his attention was highly focused.

However, no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the other party's shadow.

At this moment, his whole body stiffened.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then raised his head suddenly.

The disappeared Sword Emperor projection was above, with his hands on his chest, looking at him playfully.

The Sword Emperor projection, with his feet on the flying sword, surrounded by sword intent, already had an invincible posture.

Seeing this, Wang Beichen's scalp was numb.

He quickly controlled the flying sword and distanced himself from the other party.

The strange thing was that the other party had the opportunity to sneak attack him, but did not do it.

Did his blood sense that he was a member of the Wang clan, or did he disdain to attack, or did he simply not take me seriously?

But no matter which one it was, Wang Beichen had to stay away from him.

The third-stage projection gave him an unprecedented sense of oppression.

After pulling away, Wang Beichen looked at the projection of the Sword Emperor who did not move a step, and his heart was pounding.

He looked at the projection of the Sword Emperor in the distance with a gloomy face.

What was going on?

Why didn't he take the opportunity to close the distance?

Could it be that the third-stage projection of the ancestor already had the means to attack from a distance?

Suppressing his thoughts, Wang Beichen knew that he had to use a killer move.

Otherwise, he might never have another chance to attack!

After making up his mind, Wang Beichen controlled the flying sword with wings and came to his feet.

He stepped on the flying sword and stood in the air.

He couldn't control the flying sword to fly freely, but he could still stand in the air easily.

Looking at the projection of the Sword Emperor in the distance, Wang Beichen took a deep breath.

"See, my strongest attack."

He directly sacrificed ten light blue flying swords to restore his mental power.

After the flying swords came out, they formed a sword formation around him, constantly providing him with huge mental power.

With the help of this mental power, Wang Beichen roared.

The huge mental power gushed out in an instant.

As Wang Beichen roared, the space behind him was like a lake eroded by heavy rain, rippling wildly.

Then, flying swords with cold light were summoned from the treasure house of swords.

The projection of the Sword Emperor in the distance saw this, smiled lightly, and then controlled the flying sword to fall back to the ground.

Wang Beichen saw this, and a nameless anger ignited in his heart.

"You will pay the price if you underestimate me!!!"

Flying swords continued to pile up behind him.

One thousand.

Three thousand.

Six thousand.

Nine thousand.

The final number reached a terrifying ten thousand.

These were all the flying swords Wang Beichen had, and this was also his strongest and final blow!

Under Wang Beichen's control, more than ten thousand flying swords gradually formed a giant dragon full of sharp killing aura!

The length of the dragon has reached more than a hundred meters.

Wang Beichen stood in the air, looking at the projection of the Sword Emperor who had no resistance below, and let out a roar.

Then he controlled the sword dragon to rush towards the projection of the Sword Emperor below.

Facing the huge dragon, the projection of the Sword Emperor did not make any extra movements.

Just gently raised his sword.

At the same time, a terrifying and unspeakable force surrounded his sword.

"Heaven and earth...one sword..."

Accompanied by an ancient and low voice, the projection of the Sword Emperor...

Draw the sword!

One sword!

Cut!

Clang——

As this sword strike was cut out, ten thousand flying swords began to make continuous mournful sounds.

The sword flashed, and the dragon fell.

Thousands of flying swords turned into fragments all over the sky, and a rain of broken swords fell.

The soul of the strange beast sealed in the flying sword was strangled by the powerful sword intent at the same time as the sword body was broken.

The projection of the Sword Emperor below slowly retracted his sword.

In fact, it didn't matter to him whether to retract the sword or not.

Because he had already destroyed the opponent's ultimate move and saw the pale and desperate face of the dragon master.

That was a sign of losing the will to fight.

His enemy no longer had the courage to swing the sword at him...