"If this person uses the same methods as before, then Junior Brother Yang will definitely be able to defeat him, even if the other party also understands the Sword Art." Zhao Zichuan analyzed calmly.
"Jian'ao, this is impossible, isn't it?" Long Xiao said in shock.
Zhao Yan, Qian Feng, Qian Yuan and others also didn't believe it.
"If this person dares to challenge us, he must have other support. It is not impossible to practice Sword Art."
When Zhao Zichuan said this, seeing Long Xiao nodding slightly, he smiled and changed his voice:
"However, Junior Brother Yang Shen also has a powerful spiritual pet, which is also at the late stage of Xuantian Realm. Even if this Yang Chen has mastered Sword Art, he may not be able to defeat him."
"That's good. This person is arrogant. If even Brother Yang loses to him, there's no telling how arrogant he will be." Long Xiao said.
"That's right. This person must be defeated to prevent me from underestimating our Five Poison Sect and Lingxu Valley." Zhao Zichuan said.
"The main reason is that this person is too cunning and won't fight against us and other Spiritual Heaven realm masters. Otherwise, how could he be allowed to be so arrogant?" Long Xiao glanced at Lu Chen coldly and said.
Zhao Zichuan snorted and nodded, undoubtedly agreeing with this truth.
"No, Donor Yang is in danger."
At this moment, Monk Mingkong, who had been silent until now, suddenly changed his expression.
Long Xiao and Zhao Zichuan looked over hurriedly after hearing this, and their expressions changed. They saw that the silver giant eagle in front of Yang Shen showed signs of collapse under Lu Chen's sword.
"Is this Yang Chen so powerful?"
Everyone was amazed.
Yang Qi, who was sitting cross-legged on the rocks, also saw this scene, and a glimmer of light flashed in his narrow eyes.
Feng Shenyu even looked surprised, not expecting Lu Chen to be so powerful.
"hateful."
Yang Shen, who was fighting with Lu Chen, had a gloomy face, and his Yinhui face was extremely gloomy. The silver light emanating from his palms decreased a bit. Although it was not enough to be described as plummeting, it was not far off.
In the competition between the silver light and the poisonous light, it was defeated bit by bit.
Around Chen Lu, crackling sounds continued, and the poisonous light rolled endlessly. The rhyme produced a burst of poisonous light, which converged on the ink sword and slashed down like a horse.
The silver giant eagle suddenly made a loud bang bang sound and kept retreating. The bright silver light on its surface quickly dimmed, and its fierce momentum was greatly reduced.
Yang Shen's face was ugly, his eyes were fixed on Lu Chen, looking extremely sinister. Looking at the silver eagle that was about to collapse, he suddenly took a deep breath and shouted loudly:
"Wind God's Nine Turns Skill."
He waved his hands, and storms swept across from all directions. Storms of wind gathered one after another, and suddenly the wind surged and pillars of wind appeared.
Passing over the surface of Lake Wangchuan, the entire lake was shaken, and the silvery white mat of light spread out, and the entire Lake Wangchuan seemed to have turned into a silver lake.
Yang Shen's figure suddenly grew sharply, growing in size, and the violent energy quickly spread out, blooming with silver light, forming silver veins, shaped like a horse.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Shen moved his steps, and the void roared, and the white clouds in the sky were scattered, as if a real dragon was flying in the clouds and mist in the sky.
The terrifying wind-attribute power swept out violently, just like the Milky Way rushing towards Lu Chen. Yang Shen, who turned into a giant of a hundred feet, seemed to be stepping on the Milky Way and powerfully attacked Lu Chen.
A "bang" sound;
The void in front of Lu Chen exploded under Yang Shen's fist, and for Lu Chen, a destructive force spread out, pulverizing all the vegetation near the lake.
There is no one within a thousand feet.
All the young disciples who saw this scene showed surprise.
But what surprised them even more was what came next. Yang Shen kept approaching Lu Chen, and silver dragons formed on both sides of him. There were four of them, and they rolled towards Lu Chen crazily.
Under such great power, Lu Chen was forced to retreat continuously.
Looking at the majestic Yang Shen, his eyebrows were furrowed, his face was solemn, and the ink sword in his hand was tightened again and again.
Seeing this, Yang Shen was secretly proud and kept approaching Lu Chen. The four silver dragons around him shuttled through the void, showing the power of the sky and the earth, like real silver dragons.
This was the result of Yang Shen only cultivating the Nine Wind God Transformations to the fourth level. Otherwise, he would have been able to evolve nine silver dragons and defeat Lu Chen easily.
But even so, he was still confident.
"Yang Chen, give in."
Yang Shen was tall and tall, wearing a blood-colored cloak, activating immeasurable silver light, carrying tens of millions of silver veins, and powerful wind attribute light patterns, approaching Lu Chen step by step.
"go."
He looked at Lu Chen, showed a ferocious smile, showed his ferocious methods, his eyes were blazing, trying to burn Lu Chen, he gave a sharp shout in his mouth, and the four silver dragons on both sides rushed out.
At the same time, Yang Shen himself rushed into the sky, bringing out a silver beam of light that also rotated like a tornado;
Every time it rotates, violent wind-attribute power is stimulated, and silvery light patterns bloom, creating a destructive aura.
During this process, there was a mysterious sound, like the true meaning of a storm, and then, there were sounds of "boom, boom, boom";
Every one of them shook the sky, deafening, making people shake, their minds swayed, and their hearts were daunted. They retreated continuously, and the light of the four silver dragons dimmed.
But Lu Chen, who was living in the silver storm and among the four silver dragons, remained motionless, like a dark mountain, exuding an aura as deep as the sea and abyss, which was incomprehensible.
The ink sword in his hand was wrapped in poisonous light, making a clanking sound and shooting out countless black brilliance, which rolled onto the four silver dragons.
The sound of the powerful storm suddenly stopped, and there was only a feeling of rustling autumn wind, as if it was autumn and all life was passing away.
The constantly surging and rolling Lake Wangchuan also stopped. Like a violent man, it suddenly became as quiet as a virgin, like a graceful girl, showing a kind of tender beauty.
Such a scene is astonishing, as if this is not a bloody battle at all, but a beautiful landscape painting, but with a magnificent side.
As Lu Chen walked among them, the four silver dragons collapsed one by one and turned into thousands of silver lines.
The silver light fell, submerged into the Wangchuan Lake, and suddenly bloomed with silver light, making the Wangchuan Lake look like a silver lake.
A feeling of rustling autumn wind spread, and everyone felt that it was not like winter, but more like autumn, just like spring passed and autumn came, everything withered, and the extremely powerful Yang Shen also declined.
The blood-red cloak he was wearing was turned into a ball of powder, and his chest and back seemed to have been hit hard, and he retreated with a banging sound.
His red face then turned white, wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his fierce eyes showed a look of horror.
"How is that possible?"
He could not accept the result that he could not defeat Lu Chen even with the Nine Turns of the Wind God. His eyes widened and his voice was almost hoarse, as if a broken gong was being beaten.
But Lu Chen seemed to have never heard this, and stepped forward step by step. The silver lines in front of him cracked apart, and a cold breath filled the air.
The scene in all directions also seemed to be coated with a layer of black brilliance, causing everyone to change their colors.
Zhao Zichuan and others also frowned when they saw this.
Yang Shen and Feng Shenyu also looked at Lu Chen.
Yang Shen, who wanted to defeat Lu Chen, was no exception. His dim eyes suddenly glowed with blood, looking a little violent and vicious. He grinned, showing his pale teeth:
"Yang Chen, don't even think about defeating me. Feng Linghe, come out."
Yang Shen's eyes were filled with blood, and his face was ferocious, as if he had lost his mind, just like the ferocious beast in the Ziji Mountains. As soon as he patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, he saw a white shadow rushing out.
The white light then swept across and spread in front of Yang Shen. Lu Chen took a closer look and was surprised. Unexpectedly, Yang Shen's spiritual pet turned out to be a wind attribute spiritual beast, the Wind Spirit Crane.
This Wind Spirit Crane is about ten feet in size. It is all white, its feathers glow with porcelain white, its feet are slender and blood-red, its neck is slender, its chest and forehead are bright red, its long mouth is also extremely bright red, and its two eyes are
It is as dark as ink, but when it turns, it shows a dark red light, giving people a very unpleasant look.
When it looked at Lu Chen, its snow-white wings suddenly spread out, almost ten feet high, vibrating violently, whipping up a white wind, creating a streak of white light, and rushed towards Lu Chen.
Its speed is extremely fast, almost as fast as its master Yang Shen.
Of course, this is mainly because this crane has a cultivation level in the late Xuantian realm and is very powerful. Otherwise, how could he have such speed?
Seeing this, a smile appeared on Yang Shen's pale face, and his eyes became even colder and full of murderous intent. With a "swish", a ray of silver light rushed out.
He was one step behind Feng Linghe and surrounded Lu Chen from the left, obviously intending to attack Lu Chen from both sides.
When Lu Chen saw this, he didn't understand. He immediately grasped the ink sword tightly, activated the poison attribute spiritual power, wrapped it in a poisonous light, and rushed out. The ink sword in his hand turned black, and the cold and gray power spread.
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"Hmph." Yang Shen snorted coldly when he saw this, used his mind to communicate with Feng Linghe, and joined Lu Chen with him.
The white light and silver light complement each other, showing a majestic atmosphere. When the high-pitched crane sounds, the Feng Ling Crane opens its bright red mouth and sprays out a white light mist.
The light mist swept out, and instantly sounded an electric sound, shaped like a ball of light, rushing towards Lu Chen and holding it under his hood.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Linghe suddenly stretched out his bright red giant claws, which were like a pair of large iron hooks. He just took them out of the blood pool and grabbed Lu Chen's shoulders, trying to tear them apart.
At the same time, Yang Shen crossed his hands and rushed over with silver light patterns and wind attribute patterns, like a wind god, punching Lu Chen on the head.
"Okay, it seems that Yang Chen is dead."
Zhao Zichuan and others were very happy when they saw this. Once the Wind Spirit Crane appeared, Lu Chen was facing two masters of the late Xuantian realm, and the chance of winning was almost half.
Moreover, both Yang Shen and Feng Linghe have a high advantage in speed, which makes people look at them.
On the other hand, Lu Chen, although he defeated Qian Yuan, Zhao Yan, Qian Feng and others in succession, he did not show an advantage in speed. Therefore, even if he had other trump cards, it would be very difficult to win.
Sure enough, under the attacks of Yang Shen and his spiritual pet Feng Linghe, Lu Chen retreated again and again, his black hair flying wildly, and the black robe on his body also made a sound, as if it was about to be torn apart.
However, the poisonous light around him did not dissipate. It was still thick and black, exuding a cold and forbidding aura, passing over the surface of Lake Wangchuan like a huge demonic shadow.
"Yang Chen, if you have the courage, don't retreat."
Yang Shen was furious when he saw this, his eyes were extremely dark, like the blood god's eyes, blooming with dark red light, looking extremely violent, and his murderous intent was fully revealed.
