The incandescent energy was extremely violent and burst out from Qianliu's chest. The dazzling white light filled every corner of the arena, rushing against the barrier and splashing like fireworks.

Qianliu's body flashed out again and appeared behind Lu Chen. There was blood oozing out from his chest, waist and abdomen, which was obviously pierced by Qingkong's energy.

Lu Chen's demon originally had two forms, black Yaksha and white Yaksha, which could control the power of night and white night.

In the Arrancar state, Lu Chen's strength has reached its peak. He can simulate different colors of the sky through different ratios of the two energies, thereby increasing his attack power.

Obviously...this Qianbo Qianliu has suffered a loss.

There was a sudden commotion in the audience. Qianliu was actually injured?

This is the first time since the start of the individual battle!

Lu Chencao?

Lu Chen's eyes were full of passion:

"Even you...can get hurt?"

"I'm standing here, do you still dare to attack me?"

Qianliu coughed twice and wiped the blood from his lips: "You really take yourself seriously, don't you? Why don't I dare?"

As a genius, Qianliu has his own pride.

Under any circumstances, he will not back down even a step!

Holding a dagger in hand, he charged towards Lu Chen again, but the Dusk Burial God above Lu Chen's head burst out again, forming an energy wave that swept the entire place, annihilating everything.

Qianliu was so forced that he couldn't get close, and then his figure flashed, and he stabbed wildly with the trident in his hand, and the tip of the trident flashed with deep black.

"Nightfall!"

The jet-black energy pillar burst out silently, just like the night was coming quietly, oppressing the light, swallowing the earth, and the entire stadium was dimmed.

The earth was washed away by the energy pillar, and Qianliu's figure flashed wildly on the broken earth. Lu Chen chased after him again, and the Dusk Burial God on his body kept erupting, almost without stopping.

This also prevented Qianliu from finding an opportunity to attack, and instead gave Lu Chen the initiative.

Even Ren Jie couldn't help but give Lu Chen 99 likes. Such an all-round burst of energy with no blind spots is an excellent defense in itself.

Although Qianliu is fast, players of this type are generally more fragile and don't dare to attack with energy in the first place.

After falling into a passive position, Qianliu would be in danger once Lu Chen caught the opportunity. Moreover, the arena was so big that Qianliu had nowhere to hide if he wanted to avoid it. Taking advantage of the rules was also a factor that a good player must consider.

I saw the figures of the two people in the field flashing wildly, and energy burst out, destroying everything in sight.

No one expected that the battle between the two could become so intense.

At this moment, the trident in Lu Chen's hand thrust forward again:

"late at night!"

The extremely deep black energy burst out, and then suddenly exploded into hundreds or thousands of energy, dancing wildly like pitch black snakes, chasing Qianliu, almost overwhelming the entire arena, like the falling night. .

Qianliu couldn't help but avoid the bombardment of late night jets, and the burst of the Burial God at dusk made it difficult for him to get close to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen glared and said, "Why don't you turn on demonization yet? I'm not worthy, am I?"

"When your ridiculous dignity and pride are completely crushed by me, I hope you won't regret it!"

As soon as he said these words, his body was in a panic, and he suddenly stopped to avoid the non-stop Qianliu, and slid back for a distance...

Looking at the countless jets of jet black energy coming at him, he took a deep breath, then narrowed his eyes and said:

"Yes! You really don't deserve it! You are too clingy. I wanted to completely exhaust you, so I have to admit defeat!"

"But since you want to taste despair! Then...I will give it to you!"

As he spoke, Qianliu pulled out the long sword from his waist, bit the hilt in his mouth, and laid the sword's blade horizontally.

"Tian Xingjian!"

At this moment, Qianliu's body was suddenly filled with silvery electric light. All of this electric light penetrated into his body, filling every corner, and even replaced the nerve conduction and cell electrical signal transmission in his body...

The two daggers, including the long sword in his mouth, also glowed with silver lightning.

His pupils turned completely silver, and lightning-like magic lines extended from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks. Even the headband used to tie his hair exploded, and his silver hair danced wildly.

On this day, Tian Xingjian was already at the fastest speed he could achieve without being transformed into a demon by Qianliu.

It may even cause some damage to his bones, muscles, and organs.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He wanted Lu Chen to clearly understand how ridiculous the advantage he currently had was.

Qianliu, who was leaning forward, disappeared in an instant. In an instant, thousands of sword lights appeared in the air, and the countless late night energy jets were all chopped into pieces and turned into energy collapse...

Lu Chen's Dusk Burial God bloomed, but the terrifying burst of energy was cut into two, one after the other.

The energy is even cut...

Lu Chen, who was still intact a moment ago, suddenly received thousands of sword wounds on his body, and his whole body turned into a bloody gourd.

Lu Chen, who endured the severe pain, launched a counterattack again, and the morning light lit up on the trident.

But his trident was chopped into pieces on the spot, and even the morning light energy was chopped into pieces.

Any attack from Lu Chen seemed to be useless against Qianliu, and no one could see Qianliu's movements clearly.

The sword light flashed endlessly in the field, and Lu Chen's body was constantly bleeding. Even in the Arrancar state, he could not recover.

With a "boom", Lu Chen was first knocked into the sky, and then hit hard into the ground, creating a big crater.

"Sword Net!"

"Clang, Clang, Clang, Clang!"

The sounds of swords echoed throughout the place, and the light of Senhan's sword couldn't help but slash down from the sky.

Each slash struck Lu Chen in the pit, cutting open the arena as well.

The entire stadium is like a soft cake, cut into thousands of parts from the middle.

Lu Chen couldn't bear such a suffocating attack. The demonic energy in his body had been exhausted, and his injuries could no longer heal on their own.

The body gradually exited the form of the Yaksha demon and returned to the human form.

At this moment, there was almost no good piece of meat on Lu Chen's body, and even bones could be seen.

Even so, he was lying on the ground covered in blood and still trying to get up.

The audience's eyes even turned red looking at this scene.

How much does he want to win?

However, at this moment, a sword light stabbed down from the air and penetrated Lu Chen's chest.

He nailed it to the ground on the spot, while Qianliu's figure fell from the air and stepped on the hilt of the sword.

The head of the long sword is inserted into the root.

He stood on Lu Chen's back, one foot stepping on the hilt of the sword, and the other foot stepping on Lu Chen.

Due to the overload of the body, bursts of white smoke were emitted, and Qianliu's body was covered with sweat.

Lu Chen vomited another mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth and climbed up.

Qianliu stomped down and pushed Lu Chen to the ground again.

Lu Chen was seen clenching his fists tightly, grabbing the soil on the ground, and still trying to move his arms.

Qianliu raised his hand and grabbed it, and a silver energy spear emerged, stabbing into the back of Lu Chen's hand and pinning his palm to the ground.

He said coldly:

"Now...you know who is stronger? Who is the stepping stone?"

"What you call persistence is just unnecessary self-impression!"

"You're just a rookie in the power realm! Why do you think you can beat me?"

Lu Chen's eyes were full of ferociousness and his consciousness was blurred, but he was still climbing up. His left hand was pinned, so he used his right hand.

But Qianliu picked up another spear, pierced the back of Lu Chen's right hand, and nailed it to the ground again.

However, Lu Chen still didn't give up. You will never hear the word "admit defeat" in my mouth in this life!

Qianliu's eyes were full of ruthlessness, and silver spears continued to form, pinning Lu Chen's feet, thighs, calves and torso to the ground.

"Let's see how you can get up!"

But Lu Chen gritted his teeth, with the veins on his neck exposed, and raised his head with a low growl, his eyes filled with stubbornness.

At this moment, even the audience felt heartbroken watching the struggling Lu Chen, and tears appeared in his eyes.

He worked too hard. What kind of belief supported him and still wanted to stand up?

Mo Wanrou was already in tears at this moment and kept shaking her head: "Fool! You fool!"

"That's enough! Lu Chen! Stop standing up!"

But Lu Chen still held his head high, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes!

"You have to win! You have to win!"

However, Qianliu raised his foot and stepped heavily on the back of Lu Chen's head, forcing his face into the ground.
Chapter completed!