"Are you ready to use this move to win or lose?" Lu Chen stared at his opponent with cold eyes, holding the Panlong Soft Sword in his right hand and the Xuanqing Heavy Sword in his left hand.
He took a deep breath, and his whole body's innate true energy stirred crazily in his body. It traveled along the eight extraordinary meridians, followed the bulging veins on his arms, and gathered on the blade of the sword. The true energy turned into substantial wisps of flames.
Soaring into the air, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, causing his momentum to reach its peak.
"This sword is called Frozen Thousand Miles, and it is the sword that defeated your father. In my opinion, the so-called peerless swordsman is just a name in vain." Ling Jianfei's eyes glowed with blue light, and the sword blade was covered with frost.
The permeating sword energy became stronger and stronger, emitting a dazzling white light that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
When Lu Chen heard his sarcastic words, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed and he said coldly: "What, do you think you have the upper hand? Don't be too proud, the outcome is still unknown."
"It's useless, your fate has already been decided." Ling Jianfei said calmly.
When Lu Chen heard this, an unknown fire arose in his heart. What is destiny? Could it be that he will definitely lose to Ling Jianfei? Is it arrogance or arrogance?
These are words that Lu Chen never wants to hear. To underestimate the unparalleled swordsman Lu Zhenxuan is to underestimate him.
"What is destiny? Why are you so arrogant? How can you slander the Peerless Sword Master? Don't think that if you can win once, you can win a second time!" Lu Chen shouted through gritted teeth, with a faint flash of blood in his eyes.
Wisps of strange black energy emanated from his body and continued to wrap around the blade, filling his whole body with a surge of evil energy.
Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath.
Obviously, the battle between the two innate peak powerhouses has reached a fever pitch. Both sides are beginning to prepare unique moves to determine the outcome, but they just don't know who will be stronger this time.
After all, sixteen years ago, the second generation of Peerless Sword Master was defeated miserably at the hands of General Purple Moon. Will Lu Zhenxuan's son overturn history this time, or seem to repeat the same mistakes?
At the entrance of the temple, the gray-robed old man Mu Tianweng stood with his hands behind his back, watching this scene calmly. When he saw Lu Chen's body filled with a strange black air, he looked a little confused, as if he smelled something unusual.
the smell.
"Why, you don't believe that in front of me, Ling Jianfei, the unparalleled swordsman is nothing. Stop dreaming. This sword of mine will shatter your confidence." Ling Jianfei shouted loudly, jumped up suddenly, and instantly
He waved his sword and struck Lu Chen at high speed.
Wherever it went, the cold air quickly filled the entire square, and all the momentum condensed on his sword blade, compressing it with extreme cold air in an instant.
"See the real chapter under my hand, I will let you see the true strength of the unparalleled sword master!" Faced with this sword, Lu Chen showed no fear, gritted his teeth and roared, then kicked the ground with his feet, turned into an afterimage, and rushed
to the opponent.
The Xuanqing heavy sword cut through the void. It looked like a light sword, but in fact it was as thick as Mount Tai. It carried unparalleled power and struck through like lightning.
Boom Ka, the sky and the earth roared, like a thunder on the ground.
The horrifying sound of thunder resounded throughout the world.
The sixth form of the Thunder-Splitting Sky Sword: Thunder.
The invisible sound waves were like hitting a huge boulder in a calm pool, spreading out layer by layer, causing the air within a hundred feet to vibrate violently. Almost the entire group of people watching in Luoshen Mountain could not help but cover their ears and brains.
There was a buzzing sound. Some of the weaker disciples suddenly fell to the ground and groaned in pain.
The two innate strong men came into the strongest head-on collision.
Point to point!
When the two magical weapons, one green and one blue, collided together instantly, the surrounding air instantly solidified, as if time had stood still.
But Lu Chen clearly felt a powerful cold breath hitting his internal organs, and his blood seemed to be frozen, causing a sudden gush of blood from the corner of his mouth.
Ling Jianfei, on the other hand, heard a deafening sound of thunder suddenly ringing in his mind. His heart felt as if someone had hit him hard, his blood and energy surged in his body, and his consciousness fell into confusion.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a towering blurry figure suddenly appearing behind Lu Chen, with a pair of blood-red eyes staring at him, full of evil aura.
Like a fierce tiger staring at the little white rabbit, facing Lu Chen at this moment was like facing a peerless beast.
Ling Jianfei's expression changed dramatically, and he felt an inexplicable panic in his mind. He wanted to fight back and swing his sword, but he couldn't move, and his body twitched involuntarily.
Mind-blowing!
Ling Jianfei, who was at his innate limit, was severely frightened by the evil aura of a sword spirit.
"What a great opportunity!" Lu Chen saw this, and the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword in his right hand began to tremble like a rattlesnake, and he waved his hand instantly.
A burst of strange purple wind lit up, and countless sword shadows instantly swept over the opponent.
Phew! Phew!
The Panlong Soft Sword came out so fast that it completely broke through the resistance of the wind! Ling Jianfei was not allowed to dodge at all. The purple wind formed by countless monster blades instantly hit his body, and blood dripped down in the air, dyeing it red.
One place, and then quickly flew away.
There was a muffled bang and the sound of heavy objects falling resounded in everyone's minds. The entire Luoshen Mountain was silent, so quiet that it was terrifying.
Pairs of eyes were fixed on that powerful figure in the past, and they couldn't believe that the man they thought was innately invincible could be defeated like this.
It was as if the faith in their hearts had completely collapsed at this moment, and it was full of disbelief.
Lu Chen held two swords in his hands, knelt on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was extremely pale. However, the victory or defeat was already a foregone conclusion.
"Lu Zhenxuan, did you see it? Your son has helped you achieve your wish!"
In the crowd, Mu Qingxuan held her heart with both hands, and shed two lines of tears from the corners of her eyes.
Looking at Lu Chen's thin figure, it seems that he saw the high-spirited figure back then. How wonderful it would be if all this could be done over again.
It's a pity that everything has gone with the memory and drifted away in the wind.
"We lost. Ling Jianfei was defeated by Lu Chen. How could he suddenly become so powerful? Did he hide his clumsiness before?" Battelle looked at this scene with his eyes wide open, his expression quietly solidified.
He really couldn't understand. When he and Lu Chen fought before, the two sides were clearly evenly matched. How could their strength improve so quickly in the blink of an eye? He couldn't help but think otherwise.
There is absolutely no doubt about the strength of General Purple Moon, and their generals will not doubt his strength at all.
Lu Chen's defeat of Ling Jianfei only shows that his strength must not be as simple as it appears.
"How is this possible? Purple Moon God General is an innately extremely powerful person, how could he be defeated?"
"Did this Lu Chen also reach his innate limit?"
"Brother Ling!" The Water Source God General dodged and flew over quickly, lifting up Ling Jianfei who was lying in a pool of blood. He was in ragged clothes, with a sluggish look on his face, and was covered in blood. He looked like a dead dog and had no chance of fighting anymore.
force.
The God of Water Source will be so heartbroken that he will bleed.
Ling Jianfei looked up at the sky with a blank look on his face, his clear eyes full of confusion.
He failed, failed miserably.
What happened to that sword blow just now, and why was there such a strong and strong evil aura.
If it weren't for this overwhelming evil spirit that frightened him, the outcome would still be unknown.
But it was too late.
The other divine generals also looked at this scene in disbelief, as if they had seen an incredible result, and their expressions were as wonderful as they could be.
Lu Chen gritted his teeth and stood up unsteadily, looking at the sky covered with dark clouds. A ray of sunlight broke through the thick lead clouds and fell on Luoshen Mountain, falling right on his face.
"Father, have you seen it? I defeated your former opponent, and you have no regrets!"
"You watch carefully in the sky, my boy Lu Chen will definitely carry forward the name of the unparalleled swordsman!" Lu Chen showed a smile, as if the big stone weighing on his heart could finally fall.
Sixteen years ago, Lu Zhenxuan was defeated by General Purple Moon and left alone with a trace of regret.
Sixteen years later, his son Lu Chen defeated the Purple Moon God General, avenging his past humiliation and completely erasing the stain left by the Peerless Sword Master.
This battle also made it clear to everyone in Luoshen Mountain that the unparalleled swordsman Lu Chen was not in vain, and had successfully broken the century-old record of successfully challenging General Purple Moon God.
After a long, long time, the crowd gradually dispersed.
But no one will forget this wonderful battle.
No matter who loses or wins, they will all leave a mark in the history of Luoshen Mountain.
After the challenge, Lu Chen was taken to the courtyard arranged by Mu Qingxuan to rest quietly.
After resting for five consecutive days, Lu Chen gradually recovered from his injuries, but he has not been calm these past few days.
There were voices everywhere discussing his peak battle with the Purple Moon God General. Among them were voices of worship, reverence, resentment, and jealousy.
Many disciples even came to visit and wanted to ask Lu Chen, the sword master, for some advice.
However, he rejected all of them because he was taking advantage of his injuries.
Who allowed him to defeat Ling Jianfei, but it was not easy for him to win this battle.
It took Ling Jianfei a hundred years of enlightenment to reach the ultimate level of innateness. How could his strongest sword be so easily resisted?
The moment the sword struck, it was as if he was in a world of ice and snow. The endless cold air enveloped him and crazily eroded his muscles and bones. Fortunately, his innate true essence was of the fire attribute and had a certain resistance to the cold attribute.
If he hadn't relied on the power of the Phaseless Soul Sword, in terms of personal strength alone, his chances of defeating his opponent would have been only 50-50.
Lu Chen was about to find Battelle and ask him to arrange to enter the Houshan Cave Mansion to observe the Purple Jade Divine Wall.
Who would have thought that on the sixth day of his recuperation, while he was boxing in the yard and feeling the artistic conception of Zhenkong Fist, a kind voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Young man, you are very good. Come to the temple when you recover from your injuries!"
Hearing this mysterious voice, Lu Chen was shocked for a moment, then put away his posture and involuntarily looked up at the magnificent temple on the mountain.
"Thousands of miles of sound transmission, this is a method that can only be done by a strong person in the False God Realm. It seems that I have attracted the attention of that super strong person!" He murmured to himself, pondered for a moment, then walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the temple.
go.
Since it was an invitation from a powerful person in the False God Realm and it was on their territory, he had no reason to refuse.
