Brush, brush! Two sword lights light up at the same time.
A brilliant sword light was like a thin line, silent, swift and traceless!
The sixth form of Shadow Dance Phantom Sword Technique: Missing you like silk!
A misty cyan sword light was like a swift thunder and lightning!
Extreme speed, a hundred miles in an instant!
The second style of the Thunder-Splitting Sky Sword: Thunder!
Lin Yun and Ding Jian's eyes were filled with fear, and they used their special moves to resist at the same time!
Clang! Clang! Two crisp metal collision sounds sounded.
The moment the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword struck the sharp sword in Lin Yun's hand, the purple sword blade suddenly became like a poisonous snake, wrapping around his wrist in a strange way, and pulled him!
Poof! A section of his arm flew up, blood flew away, and Wang Yun screamed and flew backwards.
The Xuanqing heavy sword cut through the void, and the powerful sword energy completely locked onto the innate strongman Ding Jian on the left. His iron hand covered with black scales punched hard, as if pushing the entire world.
The fists and swords collided, with a clang and sparks shining. Ding Jian was directly knocked back six steps. Every step made a big hole in the ground. Every time he stepped on a hole, the soil flew away, and the arm covered with black scales became even more violent.
He was shocked to the point of dripping with blood.
"So you also have a palm like this, but it's a pity it's useless!" Lu Chen glanced at the other person's left hand covered with black scales in surprise, and then sneered.
As soon as he took a step, he appeared in front of the opponent out of thin air, as if teleporting, and then kicked him sideways. The powerful and terrifying force directly kicked the opponent away, as if a cannonball hit the back and hit another innate powerhouse.
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With a loud bang, the unlucky innate strong man was directly hit and exploded. His bones and flesh were like torn linen and shattered into a pile of rotten meat in mid-air.
Ding Jian was also shaken so much that blood spurted out from his mouth, and he rolled out more than ten feet like a dead dog.
Two Xiantian who were at the level of Xiantian Real Pill couldn't survive a single move in Lu Chen's hands.
"This speed is so amazing! This is definitely not the peak of innate strength." Yuan Ziyi looked at Lu Chen in shock, surrounded by black energy, and his heart trembled.
Lu Chen seemed to feel his gaze and couldn't help but turn his head and look over, showing an evil smile.
It seems that this guy just ordered a group of innates to kill him, so he should be given special care.
This smile scared Yuan Ziyi to death, but it was already too late!
Whoosh, there was a flash of black light, and Lu Chen appeared in front of the place like a ghost, followed by a green sword light.
Big beads of cold sweat broke out on Yuan Ziyi's forehead. He gritted his teeth and slashed through with the fiery red sword like a stream of flames.
Clang! The swords collided and sparks flew everywhere.
The Xuanqing Divine Sword waved his hand and spun around, creating a strange whirling force, wrapping around the opponent's sword and spinning rapidly.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Yuan Ziyi felt as if the sword in his hand was out of control. The force of the sword was completely affected by the opponent's heavy sword. The surging force was like a wave, constantly forcing the attack.
Rub! Rub! Rub!
Yuan Ziyi was knocked back continuously, and the energy and blood in his body surged.
"Come and help me!" He yelled with a pale expression. Facing Lu Chen who looked like a evil god, he was simply looking for death.
Lu Chen sneered: "I still want to find help, but an innate strong person like you is just like a waste!"
A stream of innate true energy surged out from his left hand and quickly poured into the Coiling Dragon Divine Sword. It instantly became straight and stabbed through like lightning.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!....
A series of purple sword shadows stabbed at Yuan Ziyi like a torrential rain, covering all vital parts of his body.
Puff puff!
Yuan Ziyi's expression changed dramatically, but it was too late to dodge. The Coiling Dragon Divine Sword broke through the resistance of the wind, and its speed soared to the extreme.
Whether it was movement speed or sword-drawing speed, Lu Chen was many times faster than Yuan Ziyi, and the opponent had no chance to hide.
Almost in the blink of an eye, dozens of blood holes appeared on Yuan Ziyi's body, and the blood dyed the look and robe red.
The last sword pierced his throat directly like lightning, penetrating back and forth, causing blood to spurt out!
Yuan Ziyi's face turned pale, and he took out the big knife in his hand. Blood continued to pour out of the corners of his mouth. A pair of horrified eyes stared at Lu Chen, who was full of evil spirits. His shining eyes gradually became blurred, and his vitality quietly disappeared.
When Lu Chen fought with him, he didn't even use the laws of heaven and earth. He directly crushed the opponent with his absolute strength and stabbed the opponent into a sieve.
The method is cruel and bloody!
The Shenhuo Pope, Yuan Ziyi, the law enforcement elder at the peak innate level, died.
"Elder Yuan!"
"Lu Chen, you are so brave, you dare to kill my Pope Elder!"
When the other four powerful men from the Shenhuo Sect saw this, they became furious and instantly transformed into four afterimages, rushing towards Lu Chen.
Lu Chen kicked Yuan Ziyi away, as if kicking a dead dog, and glanced around.
He snorted coldly: "You are a bunch of bastards, you are not overestimating your capabilities!"
Lu Chen's figure moved, as if a lightning bolt flashed rapidly.
The Panlong Divine Sword and the Xuanqing Heavy Sword were swung at the same time, and the sword light swept past like a whirlwind. The sharp sword energy shot out in all directions, and terrifying sword marks continued to appear on the ground.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of clashing sounds of swords sounded, and the innate strong men flew upside down one after another, screaming in agony, and their bodies were dripping with blood!
Lu Chen was like no one in a desert, showing terrifying strength and ravaging a group of innate strong men crazily.
To him now, the level of innate virtual elixir and real elixir is no different from that of ordinary people. It's just a matter of a sword!
The innate golden elixir may still be able to withstand two attacks, but the result is the same.
Almost in the blink of an eye, corpses appeared on the empty ground, scattered everywhere, and the whole grass was dyed red with blood. The scene was shocking.
Whether it was the people from the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain camp or the Liuyun Sword Sect, their eyes were all blinded!
After a rough count, almost in the blink of an eye, more than ten innate strong men died in Lu Chen's hands.
This is already equivalent to the foundation of a first-class force.
"monster!"
"Are all today's innate strong men so weak?"
"Haha, our Liuyun Sword Sect has hope!"
"Happy, our Lu Chen deserves to be an unparalleled swordsman!"
Looking at Lu Chen, whose skills were superior to those of the others, the core members of Liuyun Sword Sect were very excited, their faces flushed with excitement, and even some of the core disciples couldn't help but howl. "I haven't felt this kind of passionate feeling for a long time.
Well, if Lu Chen doesn't make a sound, he will become a blockbuster!" Shangguan Qingyun said with a smile.
Zhao Canghai sneered and said: "It seems that Ten Thousand Beast Mountain and these six major forces are going to be in trouble this time! This time, Lu Chen gave everyone a big surprise!"
"Hmph, it's best to go all out and fight to the lair of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain!" Uncle Yu's eyes flashed with a stern look.
After Lu Chen killed ten innate strong men in one breath, he once again met the black and white Wuchang he had met in Tianque Palace, as well as the other two innate strong men from the Hell Sect, the bull-headed horse-faced ones!
"Your Excellency Lu Chen, we have no hostility towards you. We just want you to invite us for a visit?" Hei Wuchang led three innate experts to surround Lu Chen and said with a cold expression.
Lu Chen glanced at the other party in surprise and said with interest: "Please let me go with you. Where do you want to take me?"
"Go to the Hell Gate, our sect leader wants to see you!" A sturdy middle-aged man with a horse face shouted coldly.
Lu Chen glanced at him: "Do you have a role to interrupt here?"
"What a loud tone, Peerless Sword Master, don't overestimate yourself!" Another burly man with red hair said coldly.
They must be Niu Zhan and Ma Long, the so-called ‘ox-headed and horse-faced’ people at Hell Gate.
"Huh, if you want me to leave, I'll go with you. Yes, but you have to pay a price!" Lu Chen sneered.
Bai Wuchang asked: "What price?"
"The price of death!" Lu Chen's eyes flashed with a sharp edge.
Hei Wuchang smiled and said, "Don't you plan to consider our suggestions?"
"Don't think about it. Your sect leader doesn't know who he is. Why should I go to see him? Besides, am I familiar with him?" Lu Chen sneered.
Niu Zhan next to him had a hot temper and immediately yelled: "Don't talk nonsense to him, come together and capture him first!"
After hearing Niu Zhan's words, black and white are impermanent, the four innates with a bull's head and a horse's face turned into four phantoms and flew over at the same time, attacking from both sides, front and back!
"You're just a genius, but you dare to mess with me. It's too late for you to regret it!" Lu Chen's figure flashed and appeared next to Niu Zhan, and struck him with a sword like lightning.
Niu Zhan used a silver-gray tomahawk with silver thunder and lightning flowing on its surface. He instantly swung the tomahawk in his hand and struck a furious blow, making the air roar!
The ax blade and the sword blade collided with each other, and the turbulent force directly split the battle ax into pieces, and was about to hit Niu Zhan's chest. At the critical moment, a nine-section whip instantly wrapped around the Xuanqing heavy sword.
"Whoosh!" Niu Zhan was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. He retreated several feet like lightning and distanced himself from Lu Chen. He was almost in danger just now.
Lu Chen's peripheral vision followed the weapon and passed over the opponent's horse-faced face, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes!
It turns out that this innate master uses a soft weapon, the nine-section whip!
I had underestimated the other party before.
Ma Long waved his hand and the nine-section whip was instantly retracted from the opponent's sword blade. With a wave of his wrist, the nine-section whip flew like a long whip and struck Lu Chen again and again.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lu Chen fought and retreated, constantly dodging quickly, his whole body was like leaves floating in the wind, erratic and strange!
The nine-section whip in Ma Long's hand pressed forward step by step, sometimes whipping, sometimes winding, floating and flashing like a willow stick. Wherever it went, it continued to draw clear grooves on the ground, and his energy was everywhere.
