Martial Alchemy Sovereign

1In the back garden, there were hundreds of Cultivating Warrior. In terms of seniority, they were all sect disciples. No one needed to be overly accommodating.    

    

To be able to sit at the main table within the City Lord's Mansion was definitely a symbol of one's status and position.    

    

Therefore, Han Xiaowen and the others all felt that they were extraordinary and definitely qualified to sit in one of the seats. But right now, there were only four people left and many inner sect disciples of the Sword King Pavilion. At the same time, there were many Martial Arts Academy disciples of the Danwu Academy and Young Manor Lord of the Fengbo Manor had also come to this place.    

    

Han Xiaowen and Chen Jue glared at each other.    

    

At this moment, the atmosphere in the back garden was extremely tense, as though a battle was about to break out.    

    

Han Xiaowen's gaze was dark. He knew that Chen Jue's strength was not ordinary, and his realm cultivation had reached the Genuine Martial Stage realm, so his realm's cultivation was a little stronger than his. However, he was confident that if he used all of his methods, he would definitely not lose to Chen Jue.    

    

"Brother Chen, there are only four seats left. Duke Ming said just now that only the strong can sit on it. Why don't the two of us have a duel? The victor will be able to sit in one of the seats! "    

    

Han Xiaowen sneered.    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Wu Tie nodded, stared coldly at Han Xiaowen, and said, "However, I must add another sentence. The loser must avoid walking in the future."    

    

Upon hearing these words, the surrounding crowd sucked in a breath of cold air.    

    

Had the conflict between Han Xiaowen and Chen Jue reached such an irreconcilable stage?    

    

Han Xiaowen was the number one disciple in Sword King Pavilion, and Chen Jue was ranked second in Danwu Academy; his strength was unquestionable.    

    

The conflict between the two could also be said to be a conflict between Sword King Pavilion.    

    

"Good!" Just as you have said, whoever loses will have to hide from the other party in the future. "    

    

Han Xiaowen shouted coldly. He felt very angry towards Chen Jue's arrogant attitude.    

    

"Haha, heroes are indeed young!" One is the number one in the inner sect and the other is the second place in the Martial Arts Academy.    

    

Duke Ming laughed out loud. He turned his gaze towards Elder Bai Qing and Shan Changkong and said, "Do the two of you have any objections?"    

    

"Way of Martial Arts, invincible. Since they had the intention to fight for this position, they would fight for it. However, you must be careful not to hurt our relationship. "    

    

Elder Bai Qing's expression became more serious as he looked at Shan Changkong and said in a deep voice.    

    

"That's right!"    

    

Shan Changkong nodded, looked at Chen Jue and said, "Chen Jue, you better not hurt Han Xiaowen later."    

    

"Please be at ease, Vice President. Chen Jue will definitely hit the limit."    

    

Chen Jue chuckled and said lightly.    

    

"You!"    

    

Han Xiaowen was furious.    

    

The two of them, Shan Changkong and Chen Jue, were singing the same tune and had played quite well!    

    

Now, even before the battle had begun, Shan Changkong had told Chen Jue directly to not hurt him.    

    

This was simply an insult to him.    

    

Could it be, that Han Xiaowen, the dignified number one in the inner sect, with the strength of the ninth level of Genuine Martial Stage, would lose to Chen Jue?    

    

"Damn it! "Damn it!"    

    

The more Han Xiaowen thought about it, the angrier he became. A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes. He stared at Chen Jue coldly and roared, "Come and fight!"    

    

With that, Han Xiaowen jumped up and left his seat. His movement was extraordinary and his speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he arrived at an open space in the backyard.    

    

Soon after, with a "clang" sound, a Longsword appeared out of nowhere. It was incomparably sharp, and it gave off an ice-cold aura that caused people to shudder.    

    

Holding the Longsword in his hand, Han Xiaowen pointed his sharp sword straight at Chen Jue and said coldly: "In this battle, I will definitely defeat you!"    

    

"With just you? I'm afraid I don't have that kind of strength! "    

    

Chen Jue sneered and said indifferently. His cultivation level was higher than Han Xiaowen's. No matter what, it was impossible for him to lose to Han Xiaowen.    

    

Chen Jue flew out of his seat, and in the battle between him and Han Xiaowen, there was no need for him to suppress his cultivation level. The power of the Genuine Martial Stage and Genuine Martial Stage gushed out of his body in a flash, and his overbearing aura was completely unrestrained as it swept unrestrainedly in his surroundings.    

    

In the back garden, many fragrant flowers had been affected by the power fluctuation and were falling down.    

    

"Chen Jue, you are too arrogant. Even if your cultivation is higher than mine, I can still defeat you!"    

    

Han Xiaowen had an extremely serious expression. His face was full of anger as he glared at Chen Jue and shouted angrily.    

    

In the next moment, Han Xiaowen directly made his move. It had to be said that for a cultivator at Han Xiaowen's level, his strength was already very close to the Heavenly Martial Stage.    

    

Every move he made was accompanied by a faint, terrifying force. At this moment, Han Xiaowen displayed his most powerful technique.    

    

He was the number one disciple in the Sword King Pavilion, and had trained in sword arts since he was young. He could be said to be unrivaled in sword arts, and Cultivating Warrior, who specialized in sword arts like him, even if his cultivation was lower than others, he still had the chance to kill his opponent. After all, Cultivating Warrior, who majored in sword arts, was stronger than Cultivating Warrior of the same realm.    

    

Han Xiaowen's eyes were wide open in anger. The cold sword in his hand was thrust out. The strand of cold light followed the tip of the sword and pierced towards Chen Jue.    

    

Looking at Han Xiaowen's stab, the smile on Chen Jue's face disappeared. From Han Xiaowen's stab, Chen Jue could clearly feel how powerful the sword was.    

    

"As expected of the number one disciple in the Sword King Pavilion, your sword technique has indeed reached the Dominating Refinement realm!"    

    

Although Chen Jue was confident, at the moment, he did not dare underestimate this sword. His right hand formed a fist imprint and the fist imprint was instantly wrapped by Mystical Qi.    

    

BOOM!    

    

A terrifyingly loud sound instantly exploded in midair.    

    

The Longsword that Han Xiaowen stabbed out was blocked by Chen Jue's fist. In that instant, the terrifying Mystical Qi scattered in all directions.    

    

Su Ling sat on the seat, staring at the fight between Han Xiaowen and Chen Jue. Su Ling sat on the seat, staring at the fight between Han Xiaowen and Chen Jue, and he couldn't help but feel his heart palpitate.    

    

"This Han Xiaowen, I had thought that he was just flowery. However, from the looks of it now, he is indeed very strong! "    

    

Su Ling was shocked.    

    

At this time, Liu Tie, who was sitting next to Su Ling, suddenly spoke: "Previously, Han Xiaowen lost to you because his power was suppressed within the Sword Pagoda. There are many methods that he couldn't use. But now, without that suppression, he could fully unleash his strength! After all, he is still the Cultivating Warrior with the Genuine Martial Stage of the ninth level, and is extremely strong. "    

    

"Un, not bad!"    

    

Su Ling nodded as if he had thought of something.    

    

Han Xiaowen was very strong. If his realm and cultivation suppressed his Martial Essence Stage, then Han Xiaowen was indeed not a match for Su Ling. However, if Han Xiaowen used his full strength and killed Su Ling, it would be as easy as flipping his palm.    

    

"Brother Wang, who do you think will win this battle?"    

    

Su Ling asked curiously.