Chapter One Hundred and Forty-One Repaying Himself in His Way
The Cold Dragon Valley disciples were like a violent storm as soon as they struck, with one killing move after another.
"The cold dragon emerges from the abyss!"
"Frozen for thousands of miles!"
"Xuanwu Ice Sword!"
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Before many killing moves could be made, the crazy gathering ice energy not only froze the surroundings of Lu Chen, but also covered most of the arena, leaving him no room or chance to escape.
The eyes of everyone in Hanlong Valley gleamed when they saw it, and Han Ze also had a happy expression on his face.
The hearts of everyone in the Shitian Sect were suddenly in suspense. The opponent had to be careful and use a pure half-step. Can Lu Chen, who was in the third realm of Yuan Ning Yuan, survive?
Under the gaze of everyone, many killing moves with terrifying power suddenly fell, but Lu Chen's mouth slightly raised, the long river of ice energy in his Dantian buzzed and trembled, and the terrifying cold air exploded.
The ice energy that had imprisoned most of the arena was dispersed, and Lu Chen flapped his sword wings and disappeared from the spot.
"Not good!" The disciple suddenly changed his color and quickly took action to defend himself.
But he used so many killing moves in one breath, how could it be so easy to stop?
"Hold your sword and ride astride, wielding the rain of ghosts!"
Amidst the roar of the dragon, the sword light gushing with cold vitality flashed across his body, while Lu Chen was floating lightly in the air.
The Cold Dragon Valley disciple who had activated the terrifying cold energy just now was actually frozen into an iceman while his body was still in mid-air.
"Wow!"
The iceman fell to the ground and shattered into dozens of pieces with a crash. The horror and fear on his face was frozen in the moment of death. Gulu rolled a few times and looked straight at everyone in the Cold Dragon Valley with his wide eyes.
Lu Chen had enough time to crush the ice, put away the treasure bag and the low-grade Daoyun magic weapon, and sent the remaining frozen corpses off the stage with a wave of his hand. The flying ice fragments shone brightly in the sun.
"Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories!" The disciples of Shitian Sect were excited again, and the cheers were like landslides and tsunamis.
"It's strange, how come Cold Dragon Valley's Ice Yuan Qi secret skill is not as good as our fifth generation disciples of Tianjian Peak? Could it be that he is a spy sent by other sects?" Zi Teng smacked his lips.
Hanze was furious, but after losing many elite disciples one after another, he gradually calmed down. He turned his head and glanced at the two elders of Zuntian Dao Palace and Bibo Palace, only to find that they were also frowning.
Lu Chen raised his long sword and pointed at everyone in Cold Dragon Valley, and said impatiently: "Who is next? My long sword is already thirsty."
"What the hell, one sword at a time, you are so hungry!" The Cold Dragon Valley disciples cursed in their hearts, but no one took the initiative to rush forward.
Hanze, the master of Hanlong Valley, called all the elders together and started discussing in a low voice. Apart from the cheers of the Shitian Sect, there was no other sound.
Seeing those treacherous and cunning guys gathering together and muttering, Lu Chen felt a vague sense of crisis in his heart. He rolled his eyes and said loudly: "You won't fight but won't fight, and you won't admit defeat. How come the huge Hanlong Valley looks like a group of women?"
Yes, do you senior fellow apprentices and sisters have new clothes that I can give them to change into?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples and sisters of Shi Tianzong who were watching the battle actually took out pieces of colorful skirts and threw them to everyone in Hanlong Valley. I don't know which of the disciples and sisters also deliberately threw a few pieces of intimate clothing.
At this time, not only everyone in Shitian Sect burst into laughter, but also many of the witnesses invited by Cold Dragon Valley couldn't help laughing. The disciples in Hanlong Valley blushed as red as a monkey's buttocks.
"Stop pretending! I'm here!" A heavy-backed disciple of the Fourth Realm of Ning Yuan rushed up with his face turning red and purple.
Lu Chen didn't even have any tricks to deal with such an impulsive guy. He just dodged and rushed to the way of his charge. He slashed his sword, but he couldn't stop himself and ran into him, splitting him in two.
The internal organs were mixed with blood, gurgling all over the ground, and he would not die for a while. The screams of his body spread everywhere, and one of the disciples of Hanlong Valley who was weak in mind was so frightened that he peed.
He was scattered in all directions, and everyone around him avoided him. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the ground.
Lu Chen searched for the treasure bag and treasures, and waved him directly off the stage.
Face is a very harmful thing. The disciples of Hanlong Valley were so embarrassed by the disciples and sisters of Shitian Sect that they roared and rushed to the stage even though they knew they were outmatched.
By the time Hanze and the elders finished their discussion, fifteen people had already fallen under Lu Chen's sword, and he only used fourteen moves.
The last guy on the stage rushed forward and blew himself up in his Dantian. The only result he achieved was to clean up all the flesh and blood residues and blood stains scattered on the ring by his previous classmates.
"Headmaster Ding, the two sides are competing, and the disciples of your sect will be too harsh!" Han Ze said with a livid face.
"Who just said that swords have no eyes, and who wants to sign a life and death certificate?" Ding Yi said with a disdainful smile.
Hanze's face darkened, but he still said bravely: "I sign the life and death certificate just to avoid accidents and cause unnecessary trouble. Isn't it a bit too much for a disciple like Guizong to spare no one?"
Just now they all saw that Lu Chen had completely inherited the madman spirit of Tianjian Peak, and every time he made a move, it would be a fatal move. If he used words to make him hesitate and unable to fully display his combat power, maybe there would still be hope for today's competition.
Ding Yi naturally saw this, and when he was about to refute, he heard the elder of Zuntian Dao Palace say in a straight tone: "There have been examples of signing life and death certificates before competitions in the ring since ancient times, but this kid can obviously defeat his opponent easily, but
To kill someone in pain is unreasonable and unreasonable."
"God has the virtue of good life, but there is something wrong with the disciples of your noble sect." The elder of Bibo Palace said in support.
The witnesses who were summoned by Hanlong Valley also spoke one after another. If Ding Yi insisted on refusing, he would instead tell the truth. When he was in a dilemma, Lu Chen smiled lightly and said: "It was the boy Meng Lang just now. I will definitely pay attention to my sense of propriety in the future!"
Everyone in Hanlong Valley was overjoyed. Hanze waved his hand and sent the third half-step Yun Dao realm disciple Ximen Shang. Before he came on stage, the elders gave him five or six mid-grade and high-grade Yun Dao realm magic weapons.
, expecting him to defeat his opponent in one fell swoop.
Ximen Shang was different from the previous ones. He also followed the path of killing. During his cultivation, he grew up by stepping on the blood and life of enemies and monsters. His moves were fierce and mature. He also learned the lessons from the tragic death of his fellow disciples.
Lu Chen launched a fierce attack when he was still more than ten meters away!
However, these attacks were not threatening at all in front of the Raging Flame Divine Machine Soul Ring. Lu Chen could have easily avoided them, but he deliberately slowed down a little, and avoided the killing blows every time with a dangerous look.
"The turmoil in the world is beyond my generation, and the years are rushing me as soon as I enter the world. The emperor talks and laughs about his hegemony, and I can't bear to be drunk in life. He rides on the sword and swings the ghost rain, and the bones are as white as a mountain bird."
Lu Chen's dragon roars in formation, the long sword in his hand and the sword wings behind him, launching violent attacks like a storm, but Ximen Shang suppresses them every time. After more than two hundred rounds of fierce fighting, more than half of Lu Chen's sword wings and long sword have been knocked off.