Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

This time, Zhou Chen neither fell backward nor dodged.

He held the long staff horizontally, bracing it against the blade!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening clang of metal rang out, the ground beneath Zhou Chen's feet cracked, and he staggered back several steps.

At the same time, the incomparably sharp three-pointed double-edged sword was shaken back and was firmly grasped by a hand covered in silver scale armor.

A figure strolled over from a distance.

His phoenix crown was tattered, his battle robe was stained with blood, and a vertical line between his brows was tightly closed.

Erlangshen!

His crimson eyes fell on Zhou Chen, devoid of joy or sorrow, only displaying an unchanging coldness.

"Still at the Yi Jin Jing level."

Zhou Chen sensed the fluctuations in Erlang Shen's aura, which were similar to the last time, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even now that he has received the true inheritance of skills and has mastered the Zhenyue Stance and the Crimson Flame Staff Technique, he still has no confidence whatsoever that he can defeat this legendary deity at the same level.

In the blink of an eye, Erlang Shen stepped forward, his three-pointed double-edged sword slashing horizontally. The chilling sword intent was almost tangible, nearly sealing off all of Zhou Chen's space to dodge.

With his spiritual tracking ability fully activated, Zhou Chen advanced instead of retreating, his long staff sweeping upwards at the side of the blade.

"clang!"

Knives and clubs clashed, sparks flying!

Countless charred iron filings were scattered on the rusty long stick.

Using the force of the recoil, Zhou Chen turned and spun around, sweeping his long staff towards Erlang Shen's waist and ribs.

Erlang Shen didn't even lift his eyelids; with a casual slap of his left hand, he deflected the blow.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his right hand had transformed into a cold gleam, piercing straight towards Zhou Chen's heart.

Zhou Chen twisted his body suddenly, the end of the staff touched the ground, and his body used the force to flip in the air, the blade grazing his clothes.

The next moment, Zhou Chen landed on the ground.

It spread like wildfire, spreading rapidly.

The long staff in his hand was like a crimson sea of ​​fire, surging towards Erlang Shen's face.

Erlang Shen looked at the crimson figure before him, his scarlet eyes flashing, and his sword stance shifted from offense to defense, finally showing some change.

He held the knife in both hands and spun around violently, as if creating a layer of cyan-gold shield to cover himself.

Knives and clubs clashed, sparks flying.

Zhou Chen used his moves, but he didn't exhaust his strength. He stepped back, using each step to gain some breathing space.

Erlang Shen drew his sword, took a step forward, and charged forward again without pausing.

Twenty moves, thirty moves, fifty moves!

Zhou Chen's eyes shone even brighter.

For a martial artist to enter the marrow cleansing stage, they must first complete the tempering of the skin, muscles, bones, tendons, and internal organs, so that the qi and blood can extend into the bone marrow.

At this stage, aside from opening the mind and drawing upon the primordial energy of heaven and earth, the physical body has already been strengthened to its limit.

It was precisely because of this that he was able to withstand the attacks of Erlang Shen, who possessed an unparalleled physical body.

Gradually, Zhou Chen's body began to vibrate, like the roar of a tiger or leopard, or the muffled sound of thunder.

It is the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound used by martial artists in the Marrow Cleansing Realm to cleanse their bodies of impurities and filth.

At this moment, Erlang Shen was like a giant hammer, constantly striking Zhou Chen, this stubborn piece of iron, removing the dross and refining it, forging it into steel.

After several dozen rounds of fighting, Zhou Chen discovered that although Erlang Shen's swordsmanship was strong, there seemed to be a barrier between the sword and the man.

That three-pointed, double-edged sword, though his signature weapon, was more like a heavy shackle, constantly restricting his performance.

Whenever Erlang Shen was about to change his move or take a risk, the blade would unleash a powerful repulsive force, interfering with his actions.

"Is the three-pointed double-edged sword also helping me?"

Zhou Chen guessed what was going on, and with the tip of his staff touching the spine of the blade, he used the force to retreat three zhang.

The next moment, he poured all his thoughts and energy into the rusty staff, turning it into a sharp point that pierced straight into Erlang Shen's face.

"Hey!" Erlang Shen's eyes blazed red, and he swung his sword horizontally to intercept the long staff.

Just then, the three-pointed double-edged sword paused again, causing Erlang Shen to slow down his movements by a fraction.

Erlang Shen's eyebrows furrowed, and his vertical pupils, radiating a mixture of gold and red light, appeared half-open, as if two powerful forces were locked in a struggle.

Fortunately, his head tilted to the side, and the long stick missed its mark.

Zhou Chen was not discouraged at all. He stopped his long staff in mid-air and swept it horizontally, heading straight for Erlang Shen's temple.

"Clatter!"

A fleshy hand rose up, blocking the temple, and struck the long stick, making a cracking sound.

"He's injured!" Zhou Chen was thrilled upon hearing the voice.

At least, the Erlang Shen before us is not indestructible.

Erlang Shen blocked Zhou Chen's killing move, looked at the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, and suddenly raised his hand to throw it at Zhou Chen.

This sword possesses a spirit, and no longer recognizes Erlang Shen, who has become a demon, as its master. It has repeatedly thwarted Erlang Shen's plans, so it's better to discard it.

Erlang Shen threw away his sword, and with his bare hands, beckoned to Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen gripped the long staff tightly, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and slowly pressed it down.

The two faced each other across the distance, one bare-handed, the other holding a stick.

The next instant, they attacked simultaneously.

Erlang Shen's figure transformed into a blur, his five fingers joined together like a knife, aiming straight for Zhou Chen's throat.

Zhou Chen held his long staff horizontally in front of him, taking the blow head-on.

"Bang!"

When the palm collided with the long staff, Erlang Shen's figure only paused slightly, while Zhou Chen, who had the advantage of the weapon, was forced back several steps.

Without pausing, the two resumed their fight.

Although Erlang Shen abandoned his three-pointed double-edged sword, his terrifyingly strong physical body made every part of his body a weapon.

Punches, shoulders, elbows, legs—every strike was brutal.

On the other side, Zhou Chen used all the skills he had learned in his life. With the help of his spiritual tracking ability, the Zhenyue Stance and the Crimson Flame Staff Technique had long since lost all distinction between their routines.

All of this was to block the deadly attack from the formidable enemy before them.

The two fought like madmen, each strike aimed straight for the other's vitals, showing no mercy.

After a hundred moves, Zhou Chen retreated again, his hands feeling extremely sore and weak.

Facing them, Erlang Shen's already tattered armor shone with a gleaming light, and even his precious boots were in tatters.

The next moment, Erlang Shen used his elbow as a spear and suddenly rammed into the target.

A sonic boom would erupt in the air; if one were to be struck by it, the soul would surely be scattered.

Zhou Chen did not back down.

If he retreats from this move, he will be met with a barrage of attacks from Erlang Shen.

He gripped the long staff with both hands, advancing instead of retreating, using the staff as his spearhead, and his whole body transformed into a streak of crimson light, crashing straight into Erlang Shen!

The crimson flames erupted from the tip of the staff, and the last trace of rust on the staff peeled away, revealing the golden-yellow body inside, radiating endless brilliance.

At this moment, Zhou Chen felt that his attack was more powerful than ever before, as if it had been infused with a mysterious divine charm.

"boom--"

The end of the staff broke off Erlang Shen's outstretched left hand and instantly pierced through Erlang Shen's left chest.

At the same time, despite the excruciating pain of his heart bursting, Erlang Shen stepped forward again, his elbow striking Zhou Chen's temple like a spear.

Zhou Chen's body flew out like a ripped sack, crackling and popping sounds echoing throughout his body.

Erlang Shen looked at Zhou Chen, who had been blasted away to dissipate the force, and then looked down at the long staff in his heart, the crimson in his eyes slowly fading.

The three-pointed double-edged sword seemed to sense something, letting out a mournful cry, its blade trembling incessantly.

Hearing his old friend's ringing voice, Erlang Shen dragged his feet, picked it up, and slowly walked towards the statue's base, which only had half of its foot remaining.