"This man is so powerful, and he is only twenty-three years old. He is really beyond his appearance!" Pan Hu Khan said in a deep voice with a cold expression.
God, Lord Bray is only twenty-three years old, and he is only two years older than Princess Delis. It is incredible that he is so strong.
When the people in the tribe heard the words of the Golden Sword Martial Saint, they whispered to each other and talked a lot. Many eyes looked at Lu Chen's figure, looking very surprised and surprised.
Not only Pan Hu, but also Tarot Khan and Princess Dai Lisi looked at the ragged Lu Chen in shock.
This mature figure and appearance, with his slovenly and slovenly appearance, looked exactly like a middle-aged man. They could not imagine being the same as a vigorous young man.
"Pan Hu is sweating. If the Bray brothers take action, it shouldn't be considered a violation of the rules of the draft!" Tu Lilei smiled calmly.
Hearing the words of the Golden Sword Martial Saint, Pan Hu Khan's complexion became extremely livid. Daria Chi is the most powerful warrior in the Tianying Tribe after the Martial Saint, and is known as the 'Hercules'.
The mysterious young man suddenly took action to defeat Dari'achi, which really caught him off guard. There was no warrior stronger than Dari'achi among his men.
"Since the Golden Sword Martial Saint said this, it must not be a lie. However, this guy named Bray is too presumptuous. He suddenly attacked my subordinate Dari Achi, which is really a bit overwhelming!" Pan Hu held back the anger in his eyes.
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At this time, Lu Chen finally said nothing. He looked at Pan Hu coldly and said in a deep voice: "Since Pan Hu Khan is interested in competing, he might as well send out the strongest warriors from your tribe. I am not interested in ordinary people!"
"Hmph, what an arrogant tone. What, are you going to ignore the rules of this conference? If so, don't regret it." Pan Hu couldn't help but snorted when Lu Chen said this, but his expression looked so cold and stern.
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Hearing Lu Chen say this, Tu Lilei couldn't say anything anymore.
"Teacher, is Mr. Bray a little reckless? Are you sure? Pan Hu has the support of the Blood Sword Martial Saint behind him. I'm afraid the situation will not be good for him." Dai Lisi on the side said with some worry, and Tarot Khan also looked anxious.
Looking at Tu Li Lei.
Tu Lilei gave Princess Delise and her daughter a reassuring look, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Brother Bray is not as weak as you think. His strength is definitely beyond your imagination. Since he dares to say this, he must
Be absolutely sure!”
"My brother, who is this Bui? Don't talk nonsense. If you anger Pan Hu, our Golden Sword Tribe cannot bear the anger. We must be careful in our words and deeds!" Tarot sweated.
He said with a worried look, appearing worried.
Tu Lilei comforted him: "Great Khan, when have you ever seen me talk nonsense? I guarantee it in the name of the Golden Sword Martial Saint. Brother Bray will never let you down."
The title Golden Sword Martial Saint was not just spoken out of thin air, it was a title created by Tu Lilei with his absolute strength. With his eyesight and experience, how could he not see Lu Chen's strength.
Since he said this, he must be 100% sure.
Seeing the determined look on Tu Lilei's face, Dai Lisi was filled with surprise. Why did the teacher have so much confidence in Lord Bray? Is he really as strong as the legend says?
"My words are true. If you don't believe me, you can ask Princess Dai Lisi and the others!" Lu Chen turned to look at Tu Lilei. At this time, he chose to take action.
The purpose is very simple, just to help the Golden Knife Tribe and thank Tu Lilei for his friendship and hospitality these days, nothing more.
After today, he will leave the Golden Knife Tribe and continue his travels.
He doesn't want to affect other people's living environment because of himself.
What I understand is the way of heaven, and I should abide by the laws of heaven and should not interfere with worldly disputes.
After hearing the advice from her teacher, Golden Sword Martial Saint, Dai Lisi made eye contact with her father. After pondering for a moment, she immediately met Pan Hu's stern eyes.
"Since Mr. Bray said so, then my father Khan and I have no objections!" Delis nodded heavily and said calmly.
She believed in the teacher's judgment and would not harm him.
"Well, since you said so, it's settled. But let me explain in advance, fists and feet have no eyes, and it doesn't matter life or death!" Pan Hu grinned, his expression looked so ferocious.
Lu Chen said indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense, everyone in your tribe is the same!"
If you are strong, you will have enough confidence.
Lu Chen dares to fight even a strong person in the virtual god realm, but he is still afraid of these ordinary innate strong people on your grassland, which is simply ridiculous.
"Bhan, I'll do it!" Hearing Lu Chen's arrogant tone, Pan Hu was furious. He was about to go on stage and kill the opponent, but unexpectedly, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.
Pan Hu looked back and saw that it was the Blood Sword Martial Saint of their tribe.
What happened to his old man today? Is he interested in this mine?
"Haha, Mo Rigen, are you coming? I don't think this guy is worth your while, so I'll do it myself! I haven't killed anyone for a long time, and I want to try the blood-stained blade today." Pan Hu laughed.
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Carrying a curved scimitar on his back, with disheveled hair and a shabby black fox jacket, Morigen walked out of the crowd step by step. He was lean and looked very cold.
Suddenly, Tarot Khan and his daughter were startled when they saw this person appear. The secret channel was broken. It turned out to be the Blood Sword Martial Saint who was about to take action.
This guy is a ruthless man who kills without blinking an eye and is super strong. More than ten years ago, he had a fierce battle with the Golden Sword Martial Saint Tu Li Lei on the grassland. The two sides fought for nearly a hundred rounds, and the other side was slightly better.
Then he disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, he found refuge with the Sky Eagle Tribe. After practicing hard for so many years, how far will his strength improve?
"Khan, this Bray is a powerful character, don't underestimate him!" Mo Rigen said coldly, staring at Lu Chen, his whole person exuding a strong fighting spirit.
When Pan Hu heard this, he couldn't help but frowned. What did Mo Rigen mean? Was he saying that he was no match for this guy?
Morigen stared at Chase Lu with cold eyes: "You are Bray, right? I heard your name on the grassland. You are indeed very strong. It is my honor, Morigen, to meet you today!"
"Who are you?" Lu Chen looked at the other person and said calmly.
"Haha, this is the Blood Sword Martial Saint Mo Rigen of our Sky Eagle Tribe. Just wait for your death!" Pan Hu Khan looked at Lu Chen with disdain.
Lu Chen looked up at Pan Hu, and then shouted coldly: "Shut up, if you say another nonsense, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"
"You are so impudent!" When Pan Hu heard this, he was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
Dare to talk to him like this on the grassland, it is simply boring.
When Mo Rigen saw Pan Hu angry, he said coldly: "Khan, don't be angry, give me this opportunity! His ending will definitely satisfy you."
Hearing what Mo Rigen said, Pan Hu pondered for a moment, then showed his white teeth and shouted: "Okay, it's best to cut the body into pieces!"
"I won't let you down!" Morigen slowly pulled out the curved scimitar from behind. Under the refraction of the sun, the bloody blade shone with a heart-stopping bloody halo, a terrifying murderous aura.
Rushing towards you.
Seeing this scene, Chase Lu casually struck the crowd, and a scimitar flew out of the hand of one of the cavalry and fell directly into his hand.
He held the scimitar in his left hand and grabbed the blade with his right hand.
The originally curved scimitar instantly became straight, forming a slender and long silver sword.
Holding this sword, Lu Chen suddenly felt a familiar feeling that he had not seen for a long time. Although he had not touched the sword for only two or three months, he felt as if he had been separated from the world.
Mo Rigen looked at Lu Chen in surprise and said silently: Using Xiantian Yuan to forcibly shape a scimitar into a blade, this kind of skill is not something ordinary people can do. This is definitely a master.
Thinking of this, Mo Rigen felt inexplicably excited.
In this vast grassland, Morigen has challenged many masters. Like Tu Li Lei, the Golden Sword Martial Saint, they are both martial arts madmen who are keen on practicing hard and fighting.
However, the grassland is vast and sparsely populated, and there are too few truly powerful martial arts masters. Except for the Golden Sword Martial Saint Tu Li Lei and the group of pure-hearted and stoic generals from Luoshen Mountain, Mo Rigen has been searching for many years and has found none.
He can find a strong person who can satisfy him to the fullest.
Now he has a feeling that this mysterious young man in front of him will definitely make him get what he wants.
"Let's make a move, give you a chance!" Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, pointing at the opponent with a sword in one hand and said indifferently.
When Mo Rigen saw Lu Chen being so confident, he couldn't help but be surprised. What a boy, he sounded so arrogant!
Even the Golden Sword Martial Saint wouldn't dare to be so arrogant to him, just because you are a nobody.
"Then I won't be polite!" Mo Rigen, with a scarred face and a ferocious look on his face, roared.
Whoosh, the lean figure suddenly blurred and flashed in front of Lu Chen in an instant, followed by a flash of blood.
Lu Chen did not dodge or dodge, he waved his hand and struck with his sword.
With a clang, the swords collided fiercely, and violent energy burst out from between the two, spreading in all directions, as if a strong wind blew out of thin air.
A terrifying momentum shook, strong grass flew rapidly, and a group of people around him were forced to retreat.
"What an amazing momentum!"
"Is this the strength of the Blood Sword Martial Saint?"
"I don't know if this Bray can fight against him!"
Countless people looked at the two people in the middle of the grass with wide eyes and exclaimed in surprise.
Mo Rigen was seen holding a curved scimitar, and his figure turned into blurry phantoms, continuously slashing at Lu Chen crazily.
The ghostly figure sometimes moves to the left, sometimes to the right, constantly moving and changing directions, and constantly slashing with the sword from all angles, like a ghostly ghost, flowing elegantly and swiftly.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal collision sounded continuously, which was extremely harsh and crisp.
Countless bloody sword lights enveloped Lu Chen, and the violent and sharp sword energy split deep ravines in the surrounding earth.
Lu Chen, however, held the sword in one hand and stood still without moving. He kept swinging the sword to chop the sword. But the strange thing was that no matter how he waved the sword, he could always block the opponent's scimitar just right.
