This momentum is very strong, and it is still rising steadily. It seems to have reached the peak of the supreme ancestor gods. Even some ancestor gods can't help but tremble in their legs.
"Oh? This sword is a bit interesting."
The two big figures on the stage, Ji Chuang and Zuo Qi, naturally saw this scene. Ji Chuang looked at the sword curiously. With their cultivation, the sword would not be in danger.
"Well, it was that man's sword back then. It was originally a mortal sword. I didn't expect it to be trained to this extent by him. I don't know what state that man is in now." Zuo Qi explained, and then smiled again.
He stood up and said, "It seems the situation has been decided."
"Uncle Qi, it's too early to say this." Until now, whether he believed Lu Chen or didn't care about the ancient scripture, Ji Chuang still looked confident.
"Hmph! You're such a tough talker." Zuo Qi snorted coldly. Ji Chuang's old-school attitude made him, an elder, look very dull.
The scene shifted to Lu Chen's side.
"Sir, I don't know what secret method this person used to become so powerful!" Che Laoyao said in a trembling voice.
"It's not the secret method, but the sword in his hand. There is a powerful force sealed in that sword, and now he has unlocked it." Lu Chen was also trembling in his heart.
"Then can we resist it?" The old demon of red fire also asked with a trembling voice.
Lu Chen was silent. If the sword really fell, he was not sure whether they could resist it. Now he could only hope for a miracle to happen.
"Hey, you guys actually pushed me to this point." The man laughed evilly and spoke intermittently, as if he was suffering from something.
His hair danced wildly, like a sword fairy. The black robe on his body had long disappeared, revealing his snow-white skin, leaving only a strange mask.
The man held the sword high in both hands, moving very slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength. Suddenly, there was a "click" sound from the man's body, and a stream of blue blood shot out from his snow-white chest.
A bone-deep wound appeared on his snow-white chest, and the man let out a dull groan. Because he was wearing a mask, his expression could not be seen, but judging from the sound, the man seemed to be in pain at this time.
"He's injured!" Old Demon Red Fire shouted.
Without him having to say anything, Lu Chen could see it clearly, but Lu Chen didn't know why.
Then there were several more "click" sounds, followed by several streaks of blood flying out.
At this moment, the man was still holding the fairy sword high, and the fairy sword shone with unparalleled brilliance in his hand. The light almost overshadowed the nine suns in the sky. However, it was still unable to fall down.
And his body was covered with terrible wounds, and his whole body was covered with blue blood.
From time to time, there were sounds of bone cracking, and the man moaned dull and painfully.
"He can't withstand the power of this fairy sword, and now he is probably at the end of his strength." Lu Chen guessed, and immediately shouted: "Stop it, even if you kill me, you will die here, not to mention that we have no grievances.
, you can just say goodbye."
"Hehe...haha...Lu Chen, are you scared?" The man laughed crazily, and with a click, a piece of bone flew out from his knee. This was his kneecap. He lost his center of gravity and almost fell down.
But he used his other leg to maintain his balance with brute force.
He knew that he couldn't put down the sword in his hand. Once he put it down, he could never lift it up again. The current masked man's thoughts were crazy. There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kill Lu Chen, even at the cost of his life.
"Why is it so? Who wants to kill me? Let him do it by himself. Cultivation is not easy, why should he risk his life for this?" Lu Chen said, he did not dare to act rashly now, hoping to calm down the man's mood and turn the conflict into friendship.
Although Lu Chen says this, it does not mean that Lu Chen is a timid person. In Lu Chen's body, the secret blood technique of yin and yang and the power of extreme are used at the same time. These two major skills can forcibly improve his cultivation.
The fusion of the two is even more terrifying, and Lu Chen has not used it for a long time.
At the same time, there is also the Luotian Restriction. This technique is also very powerful and can fight against the God King. Lu Chen has now reached the twenty-sixth level of cultivation. Lu Chen is not sure whether he can withstand this sword, but he is definitely not
It will be easy to catch.
"The orders from above are greater than the sky, so what does my life mean?" When the man said this, a trace of self-mockery flashed across his face, and he focused his eyes on Lu Chen and said, "I must take your life today.
, don’t blame me.”
Hearing this, Lu Chen took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and said, "I can give you my life, but I still want to ask for something."
"Ahem, tell me!" The man's eyes became a little distracted, but the evil spirit on his body remained unchanged. He coughed lightly, and a trace of blue blood came out from the corner of his mouth.
Lu Chen pointed behind him, pointing at the old demon Crimson Fire and the old demon Che, and said, "Let them go."
"Sir, Brother Lu, don't..." Several people wanted to say something else, but were stopped by Lu Chen.
"Haha, I didn't expect that you, Lu Chen, are still a person who values friendship, okay! I promise you, let them go." The man was also very happy and did not want anyone else's life.
"Master! Brother Lu..."
"Let's go!" Lu Chen shouted and pushed several people away with a strong palm.
"If you dare to come over, don't blame me for hating you!" Lu Chen's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Tianchi who was still thinking of coming over. Tianchi was glared at by him and did not dare to take another step forward.
Lu Chen took a deep breath and said, "Come on."
"Boom!" There was a thunderous sound in Lu Chen's body, and his body stumbled uncontrollably, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
This was the price he paid for fusing the secret blood technique of yin and yang with the power of extremes, and it suffered a backlash. It was like two tops spinning at high speed in different directions, colliding together, and the force generated was huge.
Lu Chen's momentum was rising steadily, and at the same time it put a huge load on his body, which even exceeded Lu Chen's physical capacity. If it weren't for Lu Chen's excellent physical fitness, he would have been overwhelmed.
"Boom!" At this moment, Lu Chen, who had directly broken through from the peak of the Immortal to the Ancestor Immortal, felt that his body had endless power. It was far from being comparable to the Immortal, and it was even more incomparable. If you had to calculate, it can be said that now Lu Chen and just now
Compared with Lu Chen, it is more than ten times higher. This ten times is not a
It's as simple as ten plus one. Even a hundred of Chen Lu from just now might not be able to compete with Chen Lu now.
Not only that, Lu Chen's momentum is still increasing. At a terrifying speed, his snow-white clothes have been shattered by energy, revealing his crystal clear body. This is a manifestation of energy, completely transcending the physical world.
fetal.
Finally, a critical point was reached. Lu Chen, urged by the secret method, had now reached the middle stage of the Ancestral Immortal!
This kind of improvement is terrifying and makes many people around stunned. Although many people here have the cultivation of ancestors, but feeling the aura on Lu Chen's body, they can't help but feel helpless.
"Haha, cool, Lu Chen, you are really good." The masked man was not afraid of the pain on his body, holding up the fairy sword with both hands, and the two black eyes on the mask showed a strange look.
"puff!"
The man was suppressed by the momentum of the fairy sword and spit out another mouthful of blood. This time it spurted out directly. He could no longer hold on. The injury had spread to his body. Even if he won this time, the masked man would probably have to
Wasted.
Lu Chen put away the Thirty-Three-Day Geng Sword, then took out the soul blood of Che Lao Yao and Chi Huo Lao Demon, released it, and threw the storage ring to Che Lao Yao. His eyes were deep, as if he had seen through it.
Niuwu said: "I'm asking you to do one thing. Help me take care of my relatives."
The old demon Che and the old demon Chi Huo opened their mouths and were speechless for a moment. There was some sparkle in the corners of their eyes, so they could only nod their heads.
"No, the young master treats us well. We can't just die without saving him. Let me go and save him." Tianchi shouted hysterically, while Youli cried and held on to him.
Lu Chen ignored it, but turned his gaze to the masked man again, and said: "Come on." His tone was calm and peaceful, just like an ordinary trial, as if he did not regard this as a life and death battle.
Lu Chen just stood in the air with his bare hands, his body like a perfect crystal stone, shining with crystal brilliance.
At this moment, Lu Chen didn't have any monstrous power. All his power was restrained, peaceful and profound. He was ready.
"Stop! Killing is strictly prohibited in Fucheng." At this time, a murderous team came and shouted, trying to stop the fight between the two.
But neither of them paid attention. Immediately afterwards, several red clouds rushed in from all directions, and they were all startled by the aura of the two people in Fucheng.
"The disciples who killed thousands of sects are out again this time." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a majestic body and a dignified appearance. His eyes shot up to the cold stars, and his eyebrows were as thick as paint. His chest was broad and ten thousand.
The majesty of the husband is difficult to rival.
"Master." Ji Chuang stepped forward and bowed.
The person who came was none other than Ge Chuang, one of the strongest men in the rich city, with a glorious record and a being respected by thousands of people.
"Hmph! Ge Ding, you finally dare to come out." Zuo Qi snorted coldly.
"Geding, how do you settle the accounts of the past with me and the Eight Gods Sect?" At this time, another voice sounded, it was a man. This man spoke loudly and spoke with ambitions that could reach thousands of feet. His ambition was so bold that it seemed to shake the sky.
The lion is under the clouds. His bones are strong and his muscles are strong, and he is sitting on his seat like a wild animal shaking the ground.
"It's Zuo Xiu, the boss of the Yashen Sect!" someone exclaimed.
"That's enough, that's enough, Ge Xiu, let's stop mentioning those old things of yours." The person who spoke was a middle-aged beautiful woman. She had a red pointed chin and was wearing a pink and white embroidered dress with a lotus flower.
Wearing a fragrant satin straight-collar double-breasted robe, a floor-length primrose-colored embroidered impatiens skirt, and a lotus-colored floral silk damask. Her long, smooth hair is styled in a romantic and chic bun, and her lightly curled temples are adorned with inlaid ornaments.
Jade dense wax hairpin, skin
Ru Ningzhi wears a coral bracelet on her hand, a pink and blue embroidered gold flower pattern ribbon around her waist, and wears gold-embroidered cloud-red fragrant sheepskin embroidered shoes on her feet. The whole person looks as bright as the autumn moon.
An old man stepped out of the void. He had a bronze face, a pair of bell-like eyes, and a goatee floating on his pointed chin. He looked very old. The old man said: "Sun Ji, you are too young.
Just a few words, I did a divination before I went out today, and the divination showed that today is a good day. Why do I hear you arguing here when I go out? I am an old man, and I am tired of talking. Is it appropriate for me to break up the fight?"
Although the old man said he was tired even talking, he really
When he was speaking, his voice was as powerful as a bell.
Everyone seemed to respect the old man, so they shut up and stopped talking.
"The people from the City Lord's Mansion should have arrived long ago. Where is Lan Yu? Why haven't they arrived yet?" the old man said, his voice sounding like bells and drums.
"Thank you, Senior Yuzhang, for remembering this junior. Isn't this junior here?" Another woman's voice came, this one sweet and sweet, like an oriole's cry.
As the pleasant voice came, a door to the void opened from the old man's side, and a young woman came out. This woman had silver-white hair and ice-blue eyes that became increasingly cold, and her face was not lacking in heroic spirit.
Exiled Immortal, she always had an attractive aura about her, which had nothing to do with her decent appearance. But at this moment, she was despairingly cold, like a bloodthirsty fairy.
