A series of collision sounds were heard, and the two sharp swords of Black and White were instantly shaken out of their hands.
Lu Chen kicked Bai Wuchang on the shoulder like lightning, and with a loud bang, he kicked him back five to six feet.
"Stop!" Hei Wuchang shouted violently, and hit Lu Chen's head with his fist like a sharp arrow wrapped in strong wind.
Chase Lu turned around and punched him with his left hand.
The two fists collided with each other, clicking, and a clear sound of bone dislocation was heard. Lu Chen was unscathed, but Hei Wuchang's arm was hit in a weird twist.
"Humph!" Hei Wuchang was blown away and retreated twenty steps away, with beads of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead.
The entire Cliff of Life and Death was completely silent, and pairs of eyes looked at the sturdy figure holding two swords in shock, full of awe.
Black and white Wuchang teamed up and were defeated again. The strength of the unparalleled sword master was too powerful.
"How about it, do you want to continue?" Lu Chen glanced at the embarrassed black and white Wu Chang, and raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.
Black and White Wuchang was so angry that he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to give up. However, Lu Chen had already given them a chance, but it was useless and they were defeated all the same!
When they defeated Wu Tong before, their confidence suddenly skyrocketed and they became arrogant. However, when they fought with Lu Chen, they unexpectedly ended up in a complete defeat. What an irony and how cruel.
His expression changed for a long time. Hei Wuchang pinched his dislocated right arm with his left hand and instantly returned the broken arm to its original position. He raised his head and said gloomily: "We lost, thank you for your noble hand!"
"Brother!" Bai Wuchang said unwillingly.
Hei Wuchang shook his head: "It's useless. If we join forces, we are no match for him. It will be useless even if we try again several times! We owe Meng Haijiao a favor, there is no need to sacrifice our lives for him."
Facts speak louder than words. If Lu Chen hadn't deliberately held back, the two of them would have been separated long ago.
"Then I won't send you two away!" Lu Chen put away his sword and said calmly.
Hei Wuchen stood up and helped Bai Wuchang, cupped his fists and thanked Lu Chen, then turned and left.
Meng Luochuan came over with a group of people and said excitedly: "Brother Lu, you're done!"
"It should be!" Lu Chen smiled lightly.
Duan Qianhong joked: "Don't be so modest. You deserve the name of Unparalleled Sword Master!"
"You are better than me!" Black Copper's deep voice sounded.
Duan Qianhong and Meng Luochuan were both stunned when they heard this. Wu Tong, who was said to be invincible, actually admitted that Lu Chen was better than him. This was really incredible.
"You're not bad either." Lu Chen smiled.
Wu Tong said: "I will become stronger than you!"
"Looking forward to your growth!" Lu Chen looked like a master.
In vain, a gust of strong wind came from behind like lightning. Lu Chen's ears twitched and he quickly turned around to explore his hand.
A letter fell into his hand, and he thought it was a hidden weapon.
A figure stood not far ahead. The man was dressed in black robes and held a long bloody sickle in his hand. He was silent.
"The God of Death, ghost mountain and quiet spring!" Meng Luochuan was shocked, and his expression instantly became solemn.
This is a peak master whose strength is comparable to Wutong. What is he doing here suddenly? Is he planning to intercept them?
Just by himself, he probably wouldn’t be enough to watch!
Lu Chen stared curiously at the mysterious figure not far away, his eyes a little surprised: "He is the God of Death, what an amazing movement. When did he appear behind me, I didn't even notice it!"
He then lowered his head and looked at his hand. It was a red envelope with three large gilded characters on it, Meng Luochuan.
"Your letter!" Lu Chen handed the envelope to Meng Luochuan.
Meng Luochuan was startled and quickly opened it and took a look. A line of vigorous and powerful handwriting appeared on it.
If you want to save your wife, come to Qinggan Island to find me. You can only bring two people with you. Otherwise, your wife will definitely die.
Signed, Meng Haijiao.
"Brother, what is written on it!" Duan Qianhong looked over curiously.
Meng Luochuan frowned, his face looking ugly: "It was written by this old guy Meng Haijiao!"
"What did he say?" Duan Qianhong asked.
Meng Luochuan looked ugly and said: "If you want to save my wife, you can only take two people to Qinggan Island! Otherwise, Wen Wan may be poisoned."
His beloved wife is now being coerced, and Meng Luochuan attaches great importance to his wife. He has to consider Meng Haijiao's request.
"How is this possible? What if Meng Haijiao sets an ambush, Luochuan, you must not be fooled!" Duan Qianhong reminded.
"He will definitely threaten you!" Wu Tong said beside him.
Meng Luochuan squeezed the envelope tightly and gritted his teeth and said: "Old fox, threaten me with my wife and force me to submit, how shameless!"
"You have to think about it carefully. After so much experience along the way, you should be aware of Meng Haijiao's methods!" Lu Chen reminded him from the side.
Duan Qianhong nodded in agreement: "Lu Chen is right, don't be fooled, Meng Haijiao is not a good person!"
Meng Luochuan thought about it for a long time, took a deep breath, and said: "Qian Hong, you can take the brothers back first. Could you please Brother Lu and Brother Wutong to come with me?"
"I will definitely help you!" Wu Tong gently patted Meng Luochuan on the shoulder.
"Thank you, Brother Wu!" Meng Luochuan said his thanks with sincerity in his eyes.
He looked at Lu Chen again: "Brother Lu, what do you think?"
"Of course I will accompany you to the end. Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, I will still fight for it!" Lu Chen said with a smile.
Duan Qianhong retorted strongly: "I want to go too!"
"Qianhong, don't be ridiculous. Your strength is almost the same as mine. If you go, you will only be a burden!" Meng Luochuan touched Duan Qianhong's head, his eyes full of tenderness.
Duan Qianhong's eyes were red and filled with mist, and she choked with sobs: "Brother, you can't leave me. What will I do if something unexpected happens to you? My adoptive father is gone, and you are the only relative I have left."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm living a good life!" Meng Luochuan couldn't laugh or cry.
It can be seen that Duan Qianhong is still very dependent on Meng Luochuan.
"Who knows what tricks that old fox is playing? You have also seen how many people we have lost along the way and how much we have paid! Are we suddenly asked to return to where we were? What do we think we are? If we call it, we will come and if we wave it, we will go.
." Duan Qianhong said loudly, bursting into tears.
Meng Luochuan comforted him: "Don't cry. Listen to my elder brother. Wen Wan is still in the hands of that old fox. He wants to threaten me with Wen Wan. Why don't you save me even if you die?"
"Besides, you have also seen some things. It is useless for ordinary warriors to go there. In the fight between innate strong men, they can only become cannon fodder. I don't want to implicate you and waste your innocent lives!"
Duan Qianhong wiped away her tears and said, "Do you have to go?"
"I have to go, Wen Wan is still waiting for me there!" Meng Luochuan nodded heavily.
Duan Qianhong pondered for a long time and said quietly: "Be careful, you must come back!"
She knew that she could not stop Meng Luochuan's decision, let alone his longing for his wife.
"Well, I will definitely come back!" Meng Luochuan said with firm eyes.
After Duan Qianhong heard this, she calmed down her mood and smiled: "I hope you return safely!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the Cliff of Life and Death with the remaining two thousand or so people.
Watching Duan Qianhong leave, Meng Luochuan sighed slightly, turned around and rushed to the ghost mountain secluded spring not far away: "Let's go, lead the way! I'll go with you to meet the old fox."
Guishan Youquan nodded and then floated away, like a ghost.
Meng Luochuan's eyes flashed with determination and he walked out first, followed closely by Lu Chen and Wu Tong, one on the left and one on the right.
After walking for nearly a cup of tea, the four of them soon arrived at Chongyang Lake, which is said to be 800 miles away.
The surface of the lake is clear and calm, with vast misty waves. Looking at this boundless lake, my heart can't help but slowly calm down.
Along the way, time flies so fast, and there is already a dim light in the sky.
A fishing boat docked on the shore, and the four people jumped on it. Guishan Youquan waved his hand, and the fishing boat moved without wind, riding the wind and waves all the way to a small island not far from the center of the lake.
Qinggan Island is located in the center of the lake, with an area twice that of Purple Rock Island. There is a large mountain standing on the island, which is lush, mountainous and beautiful.
The fishing boat arrived quickly, and the group quickly jumped off the boat and walked along a winding mountain path toward the depths of the island.
The trees are green and the forest is filled with mist, making it very quiet.
After walking along a mountain path for a while, we finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.
From a distance, I saw a dozen figures standing on the mountainside.
The fat-headed and big-eared Meng Haijiao, the enchanting Shan Qiong, and Lu Honghong wearing a painted face mask were followed by dozens of elite disciples dressed in white, forming a large formation.
Behind them is a cave leading to the ancestral temple. On the left is a tall gray-white stone tablet with four big characters written on it: Tianque Forbidden Land.
"Meng Haijiao, you old fox, you are finally willing to show up! Hand over my wife quickly." Meng Luochuan stood in front of Meng Haijiao, pointed at him and cursed loudly.
Wu Tong and Lu Chen stood next to Meng Luochuan, looking at this scene indifferently. It turned out that this short, fat old man with big ears was Meng Luochuan's uncle.
This old guy's heart is really dark. In order to deal with his nephew, he set up many ambushes along the way and coveted the position of the palace master. He used all means and was ruthless. He is definitely a hero-level figure.
Meng Haijiao was neither happy nor annoyed, looking at the handsome Meng Luochuan with a smile, and laughed loudly: "Luochuan, you have grown up!"
"Bah, you gave me the name Luochuan. You are not worthy of being my uncle! My father does not have a brother like you." Meng Luochuan stared at Meng Haijiao, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he looked extremely angry.
How many narrow escapes and how many sect disciples died along the way were all the fault of the evil-minded Meng Haijiao. Meng Luochuan, who only wanted to live a peaceful life, was harmed by the other party, and naturally he felt extremely cruel.
Meng Haijiao stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a faint smile: "You and I are both of the Meng family, and your father was born from the same mother as mine. You should call me uncle of course!"
"Humph, whose uncle would beat his nephew's attention all day long? It's a shame that the Meng family has a mercenary villain like you!" Meng Luochuan cursed bitterly.
Meng Haijiao smiled and said: "Xiao Luochuan, you are so good at scolding me. I didn't expect that you have changed a lot recently!"
"You don't need to take care of my affairs. Hand over my wife Wen Wan, otherwise, you and I will be at odds with each other!" Meng Luochuan shouted coldly.
Meng Haijiao seemed to have remembered something: "Oh, so you still care about your wife, I almost forgot!"
"It's not enough to kill my father, you have to plot against me everywhere, you despicable villain! Where did you take my wife?" Meng Luochuan said through gritted teeth, his eyes as if he wanted to eat someone.
