The sky seemed to smell the ominous atmosphere of Wushan Town. Wisps of dark clouds quietly gathered from the distant horizon and enveloped the entire world. The bright moon also gradually disappeared among the clouds, and a chilling atmosphere swept through every part of the street.
In the dark clouds, a dim full moon loomed.
"Yes, it's a very familiar feeling. This is the aura of the Peerless Sword Master! Long time no see, Lu Zhenxuan. We haven't seen each other for ten years, but your style is still the same." A hoarse voice sounded under the night sky, carrying a sense of hatred.
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Lu Chen held the sword in both hands and pointed at the ground sideways. The moonlight slowly flowed over the sharp edges of the two magic weapons like running water, reflecting a chilling cold light. He raised his eyes and looked at the aloof person in surprise.
The figure and the huge moon disk became his background, making him look so enigmatic.
Chichi~ Flames filled both sides of the street, crackling, and in the empty streets, there were constant sounds of the roof beams breaking and collapsing.
Lu Chenmianruo frowned and said solemnly: "Who are you?"
It was the first time he saw the Xuanqing heavy sword vibrating and buzzing due to the appearance of an enemy. If it could cause such a phenomenon, the opponent must have an extraordinary background.
Subconsciously told Lu Chen that the thin old man who suddenly appeared in the tower was definitely a terrifying and strong man.
Not only him, but also Shangguan Qingyun and his party were all shocked by the appearance of this man.
This breath was so sharp and terrifying, like a sword hanging above their heads, as if there was an indescribable sense of oppression hanging over them, giving them the illusion of suffocation when breathing.
Shangguan Qingyun, in particular, looked a little worried and uneasy, and couldn't help but murmur to himself.
"Ghost Eyed Sword Master, Wang Jingxian."
The arrogant figure standing on the city tower turned his head slightly, his eyes covered by black cloth rolled around slightly, and his voice was a little cold as he said: "Who am I? You don't even know me, Lu Zhenxuan, have you forgotten that you and I were once
That battle on the banks of the Qingjiang River?"
"A battle by the Qingjiang River?" Lu Chen was confused and asked with a puzzled look: "Who are you, Lu Zhenxuan?"
When Wang Jingxian heard Lu Chen's tone, he frowned and said in a strange tone: "Why, you are not a peerless swordsman, why do you have his sword in your hand? This is unusual!"
"Lu Zhenxuan died. This happened five years ago. Don't you know?" Lu Chen looked at each other from a distance and said coldly.
When Wang Jingxian heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he became extremely excited. He shouted loudly: "This is impossible, how could Lu Zhenxuan die? I haven't defeated him yet, I haven't avenged him yet, and avenged his shame. How could he die?
This is absolutely impossible!"
"Who are you?" Lu Chen asked back. From the arrogant tone of the other party, it was obvious that the person who came here was evil. There must have been some kind of entanglement with his father in the past.
Wang Jingxian's anger subsided and his mood gradually calmed down. He said with a proud look on his face: "If you ask me who I am, you have to ask Lu Zhenxuan. It was he who stabbed my eyes blind! Speaking of which, this happened ten years ago.
I didn’t expect that this bastard would actually die. I wasted so many years of hard work and wasted my best years. Looking back, it’s really ridiculous.”
Shangguan Qingyun next to him gasped weakly, hesitated for a while, and reminded weakly: "Be careful, this is Wang Jingxian of the Divine Fire Sect, known as the Ghost-Eyed Swordsman, with unfathomable strength! Ten years ago, he had
There was a fight with the Unparalleled Sword Master on the banks of the Qingjiang River, and he was stabbed in both eyes by Lu Zhenxuan. It ended in a disastrous defeat, and he disappeared from the scene ever since. When you appear here today, I must have mistakenly thought that you were the Unparalleled Sword Master and took revenge. You have to take care of yourself."
When Lu Chen heard this, his expression showed a hint of surprise, and he said silently in his heart: "This blind man's name is Wang Jingxian. Unexpectedly, he was my father's opponent ten years ago. He must have mistakenly thought that I was the Unparalleled Sword Master, which is interesting."
"Humph, how can you be brave when you have a defeated general!" Lu Chen sneered disdainfully.
Murong Ziyun, Han Wenqing, Su Xingbai, and Yuan Hao stood on the street, motionless, not daring to take a breath. They couldn't get involved in the conversation between the innately strong men.
In the eyes of ordinary people, they are the proud sons of heaven that everyone envies, but in front of two innate strong men, they are just a bunch of humble ants.
It is the elk between two ferocious beasts, and it can only make do with compromises.
At this moment, in this tense scene, especially Yuan Hao, he looked pale and clenched his fists tightly. He couldn't help but think of the Haikou boast he boasted in front of his classmates that day, which was the most ridiculous thing in the world. Now that he thinks about it,
I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of frustration.
Lu Chen is indeed a peerless genius known as the Sword Sect's greatest genius.
Today's strength is not only able to kill the innate strong in an instant, but also allows him to talk to the most famous masters on an equal footing.
They, the so-called proud men of heaven, could only look up to Lu Chen. They were completely incomparable and had no right to be proud, let alone capture him and take him back.
How dare the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?
If Lu Chen had murderous intentions towards them, they would all die here tonight.
Hearing Lu Chen mocking him, Wang Jingxian's face twitched with anger, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "How dare you laugh at me and want to die?"
"Hmph, you want to kill me, are you qualified? How can you insult the Peerless Sword Master? Don't have such wishful thinking. If he were here, he would definitely leave you dead and in a different place." Lu Chen said with a cold expression.
Hearing this, Wang Jingxian's face became furious, and soon there was a trace of doubt between his eyebrows: "There is a doubt that I still don't understand. Since you are not an unparalleled swordsman, why are all his personal weapons in your hands!"
Lu Chen glanced at the two swords in his hands and said calmly: "I don't need to answer you this question. Of course, you can also regard me as his descendant!"
Regarding the fact that Lu Zhenxuan was his father, he didn't want to admit it. After all, it involved some secrets of his, and he would not admit it publicly unless absolutely necessary.
"Are you his descendant?" Wang Jingxian was stunned for a moment, then nodded and sneered: "Okay, okay, very good!"
"Since you are his descendant, the grudge between me and the Peerless Sword Master will be yours. The story of that year is not over yet. Today, I want to prove to the world's forces who is the best sword master in the world!"
Lu Chen pondered for a moment, then a surge of arrogance surged in his heart, and he said with cold eyes: "It's ridiculous for you to want to get your hands on the title of the best swordsman in the world!"
"That's enough, let's end this nonsense. It's time to settle our grudges!" Wang Jingxian said the last word, and his body disappeared into thin air.
With a whooshing sound, the whole person shot through the sky at high speed, as if a bolt of lightning was shot towards Lu Chen, who was standing on the cold street.
In an instant, Wang Jingxian appeared above Lu Chen's head, followed by a sharp sword strike.
Brush, the powerful force contained in the bloody sword light seemed to cut open the heaven and the earth!
Lu Chen's face changed drastically, and he swung the Xuanqing heavy sword in his left hand like lightning. With a clang, dazzling sparks burst out between the two, and the surging sword energy instantly knocked him down and crouched down slightly.
Boom, the dust curtain rose up, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly shattered and exploded, quickly spreading in all directions. At the same time, the houses on both sides shattered and collapsed, and the sword energy surged towards both ends of the street like a storm.
Han Wenqing, Murong Ziyun and the others were blown upside down and rolled by the surging sword energy, and they were all in a state of utter confusion.
"As expected of the Xuanqing heavy sword, it actually withstood my blow without any damage!" Wang Jingxian faced Lu Chen and praised it without hesitation.
Terrifying force surged in. Lu Chen resisted the sword, but it was extremely difficult. With a shake of his right hand, the Panlong Divine Sword turned into a sad purple sword shadow and quickly struck Wang Jingxian above his head.
Wang Jing's fairy ears moved and he sensed something was wrong. He used the power of the slash to quickly rebound and fly backwards, landing not far from the street, less than six steps away from Han Wenqing and the others.
He seemed to sense something, turned his head and scanned the surroundings, and sneered: "A bunch of miscellaneous fish from the Sword Sect, huh, it's all in vain to kill you!"
Han Wenqing, Su Xingbai, Yuan Hao and others looked particularly ugly when they heard this.
It was obvious that a strong man of the level of Ghost-Eyed Sword Saint Wang Jingxian didn't even bother to kill them.
"Your opponent is me!" At this moment, Lu Chen turned into an afterimage and rushed towards him at high speed, flickering left and right like a ghost, and was hit with a heavy blow!
Wang Jingxian stepped on the ground and rushed over. The Shadow Killing Sword drew a bloody arc in the air and swept close to him.
Clang, a crisp sound resounded over the street, and sparks flew everywhere.
The moment the two swords collided, Wang Jing turned his hand and swung forward. The bloody sword circled very flexibly against the Xuanqing heavy sword. The sharp blade was about to cut Lu Chen's throat. At the critical moment, Lu Chen swung his sword and was blown away.
That weird bloody sword.
The Coiling Dragon Divine Sword in his left hand struck at the opponent's neck like lightning. A flash of bright sword light flashed through the opponent's body, but it passed through the opponent's body strangely.
"Afterimage?" Lu Chen's expression changed slightly.
Whoosh, as soon as the wind blew, Wang Jingxian disappeared in front of Lu Chen's eyes. With a twist of his footsteps, he flashed seven times in a row like a ghost, forming seven phantoms in an instant around Lu Chen. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
The bloody sword was spinning in mid-air, and the next moment it turned into a stream of light and appeared behind Lu Chen, and at the same time, a strange bloody sword light lit up.
Lu Chen's hair exploded all over his body, his eyes were cold, he turned around like lightning and stabbed at him with a sword at high speed.
Wang Jingxian frowned, and in an instant, he used the sword to slash instead of cutting horizontally, and quickly blocked the sharp thrust of the Xuanqing heavy sword. However, the terrible concussive force made his palms numb, and his whole body was shaken back several feet.
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"Old guy, you only have this little strength, and I thought too highly of you before!" Lu Chen looked at him with contempt.
Wang Jingxian said indifferently: "It was just a small test. Don't think that is my true strength!" Although his eyes were blind, his aura was firmly locked on the opponent.
"The real killing move has just begun!" As the last word fell, Wang Jingxian's figure suddenly swayed on the spot and transformed into seven phantoms of light that staggered towards Lu Chen.
It was as if seven gray lightning bolts were intertwining with each other and rushing toward each other. They were both virtual and real, strange and unpredictable.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Almost instantly, Lu Chen's vision was completely filled with ghostly phantoms.
However, among these seven phantoms of light, there is only one afterimage that is Wang Jingxian himself. He is hidden inside, and it is difficult to distinguish him for a while.
Brush, and then, a bloody sword light struck thirteen times in a row, each sword was so beautiful that it seemed to outline the traces of the most beautiful artistic conception in this world.
