Floating Cloud Sword Sect 199. Ten Thousand Beasts and Twelve Shapes
Hearing this, Beitang Ao's face changed slightly and he clenched his cheeks tightly. His cold eyes seemed to eat Lu Chen alive: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, boy, I swear I will beat him all over the floor."
Looking for teeth!”
"Just come here!" Faced with Beitang Ao's threat, Lu Chen was very calm!
"Then go to hell!" Beitang Ao's body was low, his back was arched, and his hands were hooked on the ring floor in the shape of claws, like a beast staring at its prey, with fierce eyes flashing. Whoosh, an afterimage suddenly appeared.
Crossing a distance of five to six feet, he quickly pounced on Lu Chen, like a tiger descending from the mountain!
Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Beitang Ao, who was rushing towards him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had not yet experienced Wan Beast Mountain's stunts, but he wanted to experience them today.
"Roar!" Beitang Ao roared angrily, and the moment he swooped forward, he struck out with a fierce claw, and his fierce energy seemed to tear the air apart.
The scene of the split golden leopard claw is very familiar to Lu Chen! When he was in Wushuang City, he had met such a master before.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Lu Chen shifted his body slightly, stepped away from the opponent's claws like a ghost, suddenly raised his right leg, and swept towards the opponent with strong force.
Beitang rolled proudly to the ground, showing the agility of an ape. He quickly avoided the kick and rushed behind Lu Chen. He instantly twisted his body and slammed into the opponent with his broad back, just like a giant bear.
It's like hitting a big tree.
The bear crashes into the mountain, which is one of the most powerful tricks in the "Twelve Forms of Beasts".
Lu Chen seemed to sense the opponent's intention, and he stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot. The whole arena was shaken. Beitang Ao hit him so hard that it felt as if he hit a rock. Lu Chen didn't even move at all.
"Hmph, in close combat, who's afraid of who?" Lu Chen sneered secretly.
A look of shock appeared on Beitang Ao's face. After he came to his senses, his bell-like eyes became extremely sharp, like a ferocious bird. His two generous hands quickly gathered together, carrying a strange magic power, and pecked at the opponent again and again.
Vital organs all over the body are like the sharp beak of a bird pecking its prey.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Lu Chen's expression remained unchanged, with his hands behind his back, he took one step to the left and one to the right to dodge the opponent's pecks, as if walking. It seemed simple and slow, but he was very effective in avoiding the opponent's series of attacks.
Beitang Ao didn't give up at all. He was in an all-out state. He was like a crazy beast, rushing towards the opponent like a gust of wind, sometimes with a sharp eagle claw, sometimes with a sinister mantis hook, and sometimes with a fierce strike.
Peck, constantly staggered and transformed.
But Lu Chen still didn't draw his sword, and kept dodging and retreating, as if he had seen through his tricks, and was easily resolved by him every time.
Beitang Ao looked embarrassed, and he continued to use several moves without any threat to Lu Chen, which made him feel a huge pressure.
On the edge of the West Lake, there are luxurious high-rise boats. Many people are watching this scene silently, including Li Mengjun, Guan Zhen, Jian Wuchen, Ximen Qiuze and others.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Beitang Ao is known as a genius that is rare to see in Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain in a hundred years. It is said that he can perfectly convert and display the "Twelve Forms of Ten Thousand Beasts" and has been specially trained by the mountain gate. This time he participated in the Qianlong Competition, and everyone in Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain had high hopes for him.
"Continue, it won't end here, right?" Lu Chen was carrying a Xuanqing heavy sword with a spring-like smile on his face.
Beitang Ao gritted his teeth, and his figure swayed like a poisonous snake scurrying across the ring. He was very fast, and came to the opponent's back in a weird arc. He grabbed Lu Chen's shoulders with both hands like lightning, and the fierce
The momentum seemed to tear him apart.
"Pure technique, it's just a joke!" Lu Chen seemed to sense something. He shrugged his shoulders, his muscles and bones trembled like a python, and wisps of energy shot out like needles.
The moment Beitang Ao touched Lu Chen's shoulder, he let out a scream and was shaken so much that he flew backwards. His generous hands were dripping with blood, as if they had been pricked by needles. They were densely covered with tiny blood holes.
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"If you dare to touch me, you will die!" Lu Chen looked at the ashen-faced Beitang Ao and couldn't help but sneered secretly. Since he broke through the innate, all the meridians in his body have been opened, including the face, back of hands, ankles and other places.
Can penetrate all over the body.
Beitang Ao was panting violently. The special move he had just used had consumed a lot of internal energy, making him unable to relax for a while.
However, after a fight with Lu Chen, he suddenly discovered a problem. He had tried his best just now, but the other party seemed to be very relaxed and without any pressure. Could it be that the other party still retained his strength?
"What's going on with this kid?" Beitang Ao put away his contempt and said solemnly.
Lu Chen looked at the other party indifferently and said coldly: "If you want to do something, hurry up, I don't have the patience to waste it with you!"
Hearing what the other party said, Beitang Ao looked extremely ugly. Lu Chen had clearly underestimated him. He roared and flew out, drawing a series of blurry phantoms in the ring, like a swift and fierce tiger.
To the other party.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
He jumped up in the air, and was struck by a claw on his head. The strong force pressed against him, and the air faintly trembled.
"Qiang!" Seeing this scene, Lu Chen finally drew his sword, and struck the opponent's shoulder with a lightning-like sword. The force exploded violently, and with a muffled sound, the opponent was instantly thrown away.
The moment the sword struck, it was so sudden that Beitang Ao looked horrified. He felt a surging and terrifying force impact on his body, and he was immediately thrown into the air like a torn sack, spitting out a mouthful of blood along the way, his expression pale.
Compared with the arrogance before, it can be said that he is extremely embarrassed now.
Everyone was stunned. What happened? Then Beitang Ao was defeated?
Fortunately, Lu Chen's sword had retained its power, otherwise, the opponent would have suffered more than just a slight injury.
Beitang Ao widened his eyes, recalling the scene just now, and looked at Lu Chen not far away in disbelief. How could his own strength be so different from his opponent?&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"The gap between you and me cannot be bridged by skills alone!" Lu Chen stood with his sword in hand, looking at the other party indifferently, with a superior look, as if he didn't take the other party seriously at all, with that kind of contempt from his heart.
De Beitang Ao almost broke his teeth.
Before he entered the ring, he came with the idea of ravaging the opponent severely, but he never expected that the one being ravaged would be himself.
Beside the West Lake, on the boat belonging to Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, the innate elder Chu Yanshan looked at the defeated Beitang Ao in the ring, his expression gloomy to the extreme.
Before Beitang Ao came to power, he had great confidence in his disciples and was bound to win the Hidden Dragon Ranking. He didn't expect that he would be defeated so completely in the end, at the hands of the declining Liuyun Sword Sect.
This time Wanshou Mountain has lost a lot of face.
"Amazing!"
"He is indeed the most popular genius!"&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"It's really wonderful!" There was thunderous applause from both sides of the West Lake, and the cheers sounded like waves.
Lu Chen put the Xuanqing heavy sword back into the scabbard on his back and flew directly back to the arena belonging to the Sword Sect. He fought Beitang Ao and won very easily. There was no way around it. Nurture and nature were not at the same level at all. The outcome was already doomed.
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"Well done!" Qu Qingyang looked at Lu Chen who flew back, stepped forward and punched him, laughing wildly: "Haha, I have long disliked Beitang Ao, but I am defeated by you this time.
Come on, let’s see if he dares to be arrogant in front of us next time!”
"good!"
"Lu Chen, you really do a good job for the Sword Sect!" The two Xiantian elders on the building boat were also full of joy and praised them non-stop.
Murong Ziyun looked at Lu Chen with sparkling eyes, as if she had discovered some rare treasure.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
Lu Chen laughed dumbly. The opponent was just an acquired warrior. In Lu Chen's eyes, winning was not something to be proud of.
The second contest began soon.
Ximen Qiuze versus Jian Wuchen!
One is initially rated as No. 1 on the Qianlong list.
The other is a supreme genius with a mysterious origin. He has won three out of three battles, all with one sword to defeat his opponent.
This battle can be described as a collision between powerful forces, and people all over the world are excited about it.
Ximen Qiuze was still dressed as before, with a shabby black robe, disheveled hair, and carrying a black divine sword.
Opposite him was a handsome young man in white robes, with skin as fair as jade, holding a strange silver sword in his hand, standing on the ring, his clothes fluttering, he had the temperament of a rich young man, handsome.
The face attracted the admiring eyes of countless girls.&1t;i>&1t;/i>
"Ximen Qiuze, I have long admired your name!" Jian Wuchen looked at him with a smile, a kind expression on his face.
Ximen Qiuze stood with his sword behind his back, looking at the other party coldly, silently.
Jian Wuchen's expression changed slightly. The other party was so impressive. Are you looking down on him?
After pondering for a while, Ximen Qiuze finally said: "You are Jian Wuchen, the number one on the Qianlong List!"
"That's right!" Jian Wuchen's face looked better after hearing the other party's answer.
"Show your strongest strength. As long as you can force me to draw my sword, you will win!" Ximen Qiuze said with arrogance.
When Jian Wuchen heard this, his face quickly darkened: "What do you mean, you look down on me?"
"You can understand it this way. To be honest, just because you, a loser, dare to claim to be number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, it makes people laugh!" Ximen Qiuze said without hesitation, with a sarcastic look on his face.
Trash? Jian Wuchen is the dignified young master of Wanjian Villa, but to be insulted as a trash in public, it is a big joke.
Is it just a false name for him to be ranked number one on the Hidden Dragon Ranking among the younger generation in Kyushu Continent? Of course not!
You must know that he has practiced swordplay extremely hard since he was a child. From the age of three, he has been carefully taught by the innate master, and he has extremely high talent for swordsmanship. According to outside rumors, he once spent five days and five nights without eating or sleeping, and he was in the sky.
He practiced swordsmanship crazily in a snowy ice lake, learned the art of swordsmanship, and almost froze to death, which shows his obsession with martial arts.
When he was sixteen years old, he was given the "Silver Scale" sword by his family. He traveled all over the world alone, heading north along Xuzhou, killing bandits, fighting the Wolf King, and killing villains. Every deed was widely praised.
, admired by countless young people.
Such a well-dressed young man dares to conquer the world alone, which shows his courage and courage. How dare he be so confident without any strength?
Being laughed at by his opponent, Jian Wuchen was furious. He instantly pulled out the strange silver sword in his hand and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the opponent.
