His spiritual pet, the Wind Spirit Crane, flew through the air, dragging out a line of white light. The crane's eyes stared at Lu Chen, and its eye sockets suddenly turned. Two rays of blood shot out, like two bloody swords, piercing Lu Chen's heart.
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"Eye Technique?"
Lu Chen didn't expect that Feng Linghe also had such innate magical powers as pupil skills. He was shocked. His face changed drastically, and he waved the ink sword in his hand to activate the poisonous spiritual power in his body.
There was a sudden roar around him, a dark beam of light swung upwards, the ink sword in his hand made a clanking sound, and the sword intent that contained 100% of the poison attribute was slashed down.
The invisible power of the sword spread out and encompassed the void in all directions.
Yang Shen's eyes suddenly dimmed and he fell into darkness, unable to see his fingers.
The Wind Spirit Crane let out a high-pitched and piercing cry, carried a large piece of white light to disperse the poisonous light, and then sprayed a large white arc of light towards Lu Chen.
These white light arcs quickly condensed into a white light ball with a crackling sound, rolling towards Lu Chen like a snowball, causing the void to vibrate non-stop, showing a huge momentum.
Seeing this, Yang Shen once again used the Nine Transformations of the Wind God, and rushed up with four silver dragons, and the torrential silver light poured down like an avalanche.
From a distance, it looked like there was a silver mountain or a white mountain pressing down on Lu Chen, with a majestic momentum.
All the poisonous lights in front of Lu Chen disappeared and turned into nothing.
Yang Shen was overjoyed when he saw this, and urged Feng Linghe to attack Lu Chen forcefully.
A strong sense of crisis was approaching instantly. Lu Chen raised his eyebrows and immediately stopped hesitating. He swung the ink sword in his hand, pointed it straight to the sky, and then slashed down with a bang.
The sound of sword swords sounded like a tidal wave, and the dark sword light spread out, like the ocean tide, endless.
In the dark sword light, Yun gave birth to a palm-sized sword light, and then put it together in an order, shaped like a long sword, but as soon as it took shape, it turned into nothingness.
The moment the long sword disappeared, there was a roar in the void, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the light on Yang Shen and Feng Linghe dimmed.
"No, this person has touched the threshold of Jian'ao."
Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao and others all lost their countenance.
The children of other sects and families were all horrified.
Yang Shen, the person involved, also showed a shocked look, and saw that the silver dragons on both sides of him collapsed instantly, and the light mist sprayed by the Wind Spirit Crane also dissipated and turned into nothing.
With a loud "boom", Yang Shen and his spiritual pet, the Wind Spirit Crane, flew backwards.
A "swish" sound;
Lu Chen landed on the Wangchuan Lake, his dark robes crackling, his black hair dancing wildly, showing a violent aura.
Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao and others all looked livid when they saw this.
Qianyuan, Zhao Yan and others looked ugly.
Song Clan, Han Zhen and others all looked surprised.
Fengshen Yu's eyes showed a look of horror.
Yang Qi, who was sitting cross-legged on the rocks, looked as usual.
Tuoba Zhen showed admiration, while his opponent Ye Shen was filled with fear.
Lu Chen took all their expressions into consideration, smiled coldly, and said: "It seems that among the inner disciples of the Five Poison Sect, except Zhao Zichuan, the rest of them are like this."
"hateful."
When Yang Shen and others heard this, they all looked at Lu Chen angrily.
Zhao Zichuan looked at Lu Chen from the air, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his face looked very ugly.
At this time, the monk Mingkong next to him clasped his hands and said with a humble face: "Amitabha, Junior Brother Mingjing, go and learn some of the clever tricks of this Yang Chen donor."
"Yes, senior brother."
In the Bodhi Courtyard, among the disciples of the Ming generation, there are three of them. Monk Mingkong ranks first, and the other two are Mingjing and Mingxin.
Monk Mingjing was of medium height, fair skin, and had two wind-catching ears. He walked out in response, stepped on the Wangchuan Lake, and walked toward Lu Chen as if strolling in a garden.
"Look, monk Mingjing from Bodhi Courtyard has come out."
Monk Mingjing still has quite a reputation. As soon as he walked out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"I didn't expect monks to be competitive."
Lu Chen took a look at the monk Mingjing and saw that he was also in the late stage of the Xuantian realm. He laughed and said: "Little master Mingjing, it is not the behavior of Buddhist disciples to be competitive and competitive. You should go back."
"Amitabha, what Yang Chen said to the donor is wrong. Mingjing came here to ask for advice from you, the donor. It is not to be competitive, but to make progress and eliminate demons and defend the Tao in the future." Monk Mingjing said seriously.
"Since you said that, little monk, I won't be polite. I'm afraid that you will be defeated by me and lose your faith." Lu Chen said seriously.
"Amitabha, Donor Yang Chen, don't worry, I will estimate it myself, little monk." Monk Mingjing said seriously.
"Then please take action, young monk." Lu Chen said.
"It's better to ask the donor to take action." Monk Mingjing said.
"Then you're welcome."
Lu Chen grinned when he heard this, stepped out, and instantly turned into a black shadow and approached Monk Mingjing.
While marching, he waved the black sword in his hand, and the poisonous sword light burst out. The sword energy came one after another. From a distance, it looked like black dragons were entering, with the potential to swallow up all the wastelands.
A cold and cold atmosphere spread out, and the sky became much darker.
"Namo Amitabha."
The moment Lu Chen approached, Monk Mingjing stood still, clasped his hands together and solemnly chanted, and the magnificent Buddha's light suddenly bloomed, shining towards Lu Chen like a big sun.
The poisonous light that was stimulated immediately dimmed, and vanished into nothing with a "puff-puff" sound.
"No, why did I forget that Foli specifically restrains Yin-type powers?" Seeing this, Lu Chen showed a little surprise and frowned.
Zhao Zichuan and others smiled knowingly when they saw this.
Long Xiao stared at Lu Chen and said coldly: "Master Mingkong, it seems you are right. Foli can indeed restrain Yang Chen's poisonous power."
Yang Shen said with a cold face: "So this Yang Chen is destined to lose."
"uncertain."
Qianyuan suddenly spoke, and when he saw Monk Mingkong looking at him, he hurriedly explained: "Although Buddha's power can restrain the power of poison, if Yang Chen has other means, Master Mingjing may not be able to defeat him."
"Having reached this point, what else can Yang Chen do?" Zhao Yan asked.
"What Qianyuan Donor means is that Yang Chen not only touched the threshold of Jian'ao, but also took this step." Monk Mingkong said slowly.
"How is that possible?" Zhao Yan exclaimed in shock.
Yang Shen also frowned slightly.
"If this is the case, this Yang Chen is much more cunning than we expected." Zhao Zichuan said.
"Once Master Mingjing fails, we will find someone else to deal with him until we defeat him." Long Xiao said calmly.
"Wagon war?"
All the smart people present understood what Long Xiao meant immediately. They looked at the fierce Lu Chen, their eyes flashing, and they all nodded slightly and accepted Long Xiao's opinion.
"Amitabha!"
At the same time, the sound of the Buddha was being recited continuously, and the light was magnificent and shining thousands of feet. The Buddha's light was also sparkling on the Wangchuan Lake, presenting a solemn scene that attracted people's attention.
Monk Mingjing stands on the vast lake, with Buddha's light all over his body and bright eyes, staring at Lu Chen with a majestic air.
As the vast Buddha's light swept out, his figure gradually grew, and the Buddha's light clung to his body like scales, like a golden Arhat.
After a while, his whole body was covered with golden light and he was ten feet tall.
The six fragrant scars on his head shine brightly, like stars, blooming with light.
His eyes were also brilliant, as if they were made of gold.
"This is a six-foot-long golden body made from Buddhist techniques."
"This six-foot-long golden body is a top-level earth-level technique. It not only has strong defensive power, but also has powerful offensive power."
"Monk Mingkong used this skill as soon as he made a move. It seems that he attaches great importance to Yang Chen."
"Nonsense, this Yang Chen has defeated Zhao Yan and Yang Shen in succession. Is Monk Mingkong an idiot? Can we not pay attention to it?"
Lu Chen was slightly surprised when he saw this. He heard the sects and family members from all directions talking about this. He frowned and looked at Monk Mingkong.
Unexpectedly, when he looked at it like this, he saw Monk Mingkong rushing over, followed by a golden wave, and numerous arhat shadows appeared all around, attracting the Buddha's light from the animated sky.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and Monk Mingjing attacked Lu Chen one step ahead. His fist glowed with golden light. Driven by spiritual power, it was like a golden hill crashing down, with a bang in the void.
Monk Mingjing is polite on the surface, but he is unceremonious and cruel in his actions. How can he have the compassion of a Buddhist monk?
Seeing this, Lu Chen smiled coldly and was no longer polite. He waved his ink sword and the poisonous light shot out, sweeping through the void like ink, painting the void illuminated by the Buddha's light black.
A sharp hissing sound followed, like jackals fighting for food, and the scene was frightening.
The pieces of Buddha's light dissipated under the poison attribute sword energy, and fell on the body of the monk Mingjing who was displaying his six-foot golden body. There was a banging sound, like the impact of a golden bell, but the monk Mingjing remained motionless.
With his six-foot-long golden body, he seemed to be truly invincible.
Everyone was amazed when they saw it.
Seeing this, Feng Shenyu and Yang Qi stared at Lu Chen, wanting to know how he could crack this six-foot-long golden body?
After all, Buddhist Kung Fu is no small matter!
It was at this moment that Lu Chen suddenly moved, his whole body glowing with poison, as if he was wearing a set of pitch-black armor, and he looked like a demon general approaching Monk Mingjing.
At the same time, he raised the ink sword in his hand, glanced along the pitch-black sword body, shouted softly, and swung it down with a crash, and the sword whistle filled the sky.
Another half-step Jianao!
Monk Mingjing was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly defended himself.
Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao, Monk Mingkong and others are all paying attention to this scene. You must know that Yang Shen was defeated by Half-Step Jianao. I wonder if Monk Mingjing can compete?
The poisonous light shot into the sky, the sword light was majestic, and the sword shadow hundreds of feet in size suddenly fell down, hitting Monk Mingjing whose body was shining with golden light.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and the body of Monk Mingjing shook violently, and the golden light on his body kept flashing, as if it was about to go out.
"scold!"
At this moment, Monk Mingjing clasped his hands together, like an Arhat, activating the power of Buddha in his body, activating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and moved his body of a hundred feet, trying to counterattack the shadow of a sword that was hundreds of feet tall.
The sword affects the movement.
Everyone was overjoyed to see this.
"cut!"
But the moment Monk Mingjing spoke, Lu Chen shouted loudly, slashed with the Mo sword, poisonous light surged, and thousands of poison-attributed sword energies suddenly fell down and struck Monk Mingjing.
Amidst a loud bang, the golden light on Monk Mingjing's body suddenly dimmed, and he flew backwards in the shadow of a sword hundreds of feet tall.
"Pfft." Before he could stand up, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Monk Mingjing, I accept the concession." Lu Chen said with a smile.
"Yang Chen's benefactor is extremely powerful, Ming Jing loses it from his heart." Monk Ming Jing stabilized his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said.
"Haha, I just hope you don't lose your faith, monk." Lu Chen said with a smile, 'I'm always waiting for you to fight, because I will defeat you with one sword just like this time.'
