The surging sword energy rushed toward him, Lu Chen frowned, quickly held two swords in his hands, and frantically crisscrossed them to resist!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!....
The mutual skill of both hands explodes with full force!
The Xuanqing heavy sword in the left hand and the Coiling Dragon soft sword in the right hand!
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy!
Sometimes heavy and sometimes light!
The Panlong Soft Sword is erratic, unpredictable, and impossible to guard against!
Xuan Qing's heavy sword is powerful and heavy, as heavy as a thousand quarrels, and is unstoppable!
Two completely different styles of swordsmanship are used in turn, how incredible.
Lu Chen's combat power instantly surged three times, but he faced the Ghost-Eyed Sword Master, who was an extremely powerful man who had risen to fame in the same era as his father.
It's not easy to defeat him.
"Haha, are you using your hands to exchange skills? It's a long-lost feeling. I haven't experienced it for a long time. You are worthy of being the descendant of the unparalleled sword master!" Wang Jingxian laughed wildly, ghostly and erratic like the wind, the speed was too fast.
Brush! Brush! Brush! In the blink of an eye, Wang Jingxian moved more than twenty times within a short distance.
Faced with such terrifying speed, the person had already dodged away as soon as the sword struck him.
Lu Chen's sword couldn't touch him at all, and could only barely block the opponent's bloody sword blade again and again. Even so, he was still at a disadvantage.
Moreover, the most important point is that Wang Jingxian once fought with the unparalleled swordsman Lu Zhenxuan, and he is very familiar with the subtleties and tiny flaws of the two-handed fighting technique.
His fighting experience, fighting consciousness, and innate essence far surpass Lu Chen.
The two people are like life-and-death enemies, fighting together like crazy, never giving in to each other, you come and I go, the swords are shining, it is thrilling.
Wang Jingxian's swordsmanship is very strange, each sword contains a different artistic conception, and the strength is very precise.
After twelve consecutive collisions, the last sword hit Chase Lu's abdomen. It was only slightly scratched by the blade, but still left a bloody gash.
Poof, blood spurted out.
"Not good!" Lu Chen saw that the opportunity was not good and took the opportunity to retreat.
Under the hazy moonlight, Wang Jingxian looked like an evil god, and his bloody sword glowed with a strange bloody light.
"The Xuanqing Heavy Sword and the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword are both divine weapons that are well-known on the sword list. Unfortunately, they cannot display their true power in your hands!" Wang Jingxian said with an indifferent expression, with black mist rising up all over his body, and a terrifying aura.
The field formed a powerful oppression that made people suffocate.
Lu Chen felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead, blood surged in his body, and he felt a wave of panic in his heart: "Who is this guy? He seems to be very familiar with my swordsmanship!"
After experiencing the first round of fighting with Wang Jingxian, he was surprised to realize that the enemy in front of him seemed a bit difficult to deal with.
Two swords can't stop the opponent's attack with one sword, and the opponent is just a blind man. He can do this by just listening to the voice. His tyrannical strength is really surprising.
Moreover, the opponent knew his own swordsmanship, so Lu Chen could not take advantage of the mutual skill of his hands to gain the upper hand.
This couldn't help but make him feel a sense of crisis inexplicably.
"You were my first opponent when I came out of seclusion. You did not disappoint me, but you are far behind compared to the Peerless Sword Master! You must die." After the last word fell, Wang Jingxian's figure disappeared and rushed towards Lu Chen like a ghost.
before.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely domineering sword struck at him as fast as lightning, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.
Lu Chen's eyes were like lightning, and he gritted his teeth and swung his sword to block. However, the moment the opponent's sword struck down, he raised his Xuanqing heavy sword with his backhand and threw it in mid-air!
"Oops!"
"Hmph, the descendant of the Peerless Sword Master is vulnerable to a blow in front of me!" Wang Jingxian sneered, and instantly waved his swords several times, slashing them in succession.
Lu Chen's feet moved, and his figure was like a gust of wind. The soft coiled dragon sword in his right hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword became blurred.
With a lightning-like wave, it was like a misty electric light that collided with the bloody sword blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The fifth form of the Phantom Sword Technique of Shadow Dance: The passing of lightning appears.
But the blood-colored sword blade seemed more domineering and powerful. It shook the Panlong soft sword, flew through the air in an instant, and hit Lu Chen's left shoulder, and blood immediately dripped down.
Severe pain hit him, making Lu Chen's eyebrows twitch. His left hand muscles swelled slightly, and he struck the opponent's abdomen with a heavy punch. The terrifying force directly knocked the opponent upside down.
Wang Jingxian supported the ground with one palm, performed a beautiful backflip, slid for several feet, and landed safely on the ground.
There was a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and he grinned and said: "Yes, I can still resist. It seems that the descendant of the Peerless Sword Master is not as weak as imagined!"
Lu Chen made a move towards the sky, and the Xuanqing heavy sword fell into his hand. He adjusted his breath and said with cold eyes: "Don't underestimate the Peerless Sword Master, and don't underestimate your opponent, otherwise, you will die!"
Whoosh, chasing the wind and lightning burst out, and with a flash of afterimage, Lu Chen had disappeared from the spot!
The afterimage was disillusioned, and his speed suddenly surged to a terrifying level. The Coiling Dragon Soft Sword cut through the void. Under the hazy moonlight, a row of beautiful sword shadows emerged, with the blade reaching the opponent's throat.
"Humph, what a trick!" Wang Jingxian covered his eyes and remained unmoved. The blood-red sword thrust out in the air, as if to punch a hole in the space, and directly bent the Coiling Dragon soft sword.
However, the moment the Coiling Dragon soft sword came into contact with the bloody sharp blade, it quickly wrapped around the blade like a poisonous snake, twisting and stabbing at the opponent's forehead like a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
Wang Jingxian was calm in the face of danger and sneered: "It's ridiculous to play such a little trick in front of me!" He flexibly turned his sharp sword and easily resolved the entanglement of the Coiling Dragon's soft sword.
However, at this critical juncture, a wisp of flame spread along the Xuanqing heavy sword, trembling violently, and a faint sound of sword chanting could be heard.
Qiang, Lu Chen's whole body burst out with an astonishing momentum, and the dark green sword blade instantly cut through the sky, with lightning speed, carrying endless power to press against the opponent.
It was like a thunderbolt piercing the sky.
Boom! A loud bang sounded out of thin air in the street, like thunder. It seemed as if the world was about to collapse.
A deafening sound suddenly sounded in his eardrums. Wang Jingxian's brain suddenly buzzed, and his consciousness instantly went blank.
He just subconsciously swung the sword, but when the Xuanqing heavy sword fell, the terrifying force directly smashed him into the ground. The street collapsed with cracks, and large areas of the ground collapsed. With a click, Wang Jingxian
The left shoulder blade was shattered and blood dripped down.
This is the way of swordsman Lu Chen realized, the fifth form of the Thunder-Splitting Sky Sword: Thunder!
One sword shot out, triggering changes in the world.
This move completely restrained Wang Jingxian's ability to hear voices and identify his position, instantly inflicting heavy damage on him.
"Humph, old man, you can't underestimate the unparalleled swordsmanship!" Lu Chen shouted loudly, swinging his right leg like lightning, drawing an arc in the air, like a battle ax sweeping across.
He kicked the opponent hard on the chest, and the strong force knocked him into a shop on one side, then smashed through a street behind, smashing into a house before making no sound.
Wherever it went, broken wood flew everywhere and dust and mist rose.
The night wind blew and rustled Lu Chen's robes. He held two swords in his hands, his eyes were piercing into fire, and he looked at the large human-shaped pit that ran through the ends of the two streets, with a very calm expression.
So what about the Ghost-Eyed Sword Master, that has become history.
"My father can defeat you, and so can I!"
Shangguan Qingyun, Han Wenqing, and Yuan Hao stared at this scene with wide eyes, all of them dumbfounded.
Is this the same Lu Chen they were familiar with before? It's unbelievable that his strength is so strong.
Lu Chen's lean figure looked like a strong visual impact at this moment.
"It's amazing. Lu Chen is only twenty-two years old now. At such a young age, he can beat that old man Wang Jingxian until he vomits blood. He is even worse than his father. He is better than his master!" Not far away!
Qin Shuang couldn't help but look in amazement as she watched the two men fight.
Qin Feng also looked at Lu Chen not far away with a shocked expression, and after a long time he murmured to himself: "In the whole world, the younger generation is indeed the well-deserved number one!"
Twenty feet away from the other end of the street, there was a loud bang. Wang Jingxian jumped up from the ruins and landed on the roof of a shop. He looked at Lu Chen not far away with disheveled hair. There seemed to be two lumps in his eye sockets.
Bloody flames were shining, veins on his forehead were pulsing, and his whole person looked extremely angry.
"You are worthy of being the heir of the Peerless Sword Master. I underestimated you before. You are qualified to be my opponent. Tell me your name. My sword cannot kill an unknown person!" Wang Jingxian spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted sternly.
Lu Chen jumped up and landed lightly on the roof of the restaurant in front. He faced the opponent from a distance. He pointed the Xuanqing heavy sword at the opponent and shouted: "Blind man, remember, the person who killed you is named Lu Chen."
"Oh, so your name is Lu Chen. Are you Lu Zhenxuan's son?" Wang Jingxian frowned and asked with some doubts.
Lu Chen's face was frosty and he said coldly: "You don't have to worry about this. Remember, today is the day you die. The unparalleled swordsman spared your life back then, but you still don't repent now, and you will not live for your own sin!"
"Boy, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson. The real killing move begins now!" Wang Jingxian shouted, holding the bloody divine sword in front of him, his right index finger lightly swiping the blade, and a wisp of blood spilled out.
After the bloody divine sword absorbed his blood, a series of ancient runes lit up on the sword body. Each word instantly bloomed with dazzling bloody brilliance, as dazzling as the sun, and the crimson light spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
, covering a hundred feet in radius.
In an instant, violent murderous aura surged out from Wang Jingxian's body and swept in all directions. Bang, bang, bang, the rubble covering the roof under his feet exploded inch by inch.
Lu Chen seemed to have been hit by a strong wind, and was forced to take two steps back. He couldn't help but widen his eyes: "The other party actually released such a strong murderous intent, what's going on!"
Feeling the raging murderous aura, Lu Chen suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart. It seemed that there was a strange force oppressing him invisibly, putting a layer of heavy shackles on him, making it difficult for him to move.
Han Wenqing, Yuan Hao and others who were within the range of the murderous aura were even more frightened, their faces turned pale with fright, and they felt as if they were suffocating.
