Emperor of Taikoo

Wave after wave of attacks swept by, and Lu Chen calmly avoided it, looking at the ghost-like figure, difficult to touch, the scene was silent for a moment!

The elders of Shanyuezong's faces are extremely gloomy, and the shock in their hearts is also difficult to contain. Lu Chen's strength has surpassed their expectations. With this speed alone, they are not comparable to these ordinary heavens.

Sect Master Lu Wuhen was also somewhat shocked. The more powerful Lu Chen, the stronger his intention to kill the latter. However, he did not dare to shoot, fearing that Lu Chen would give him a crit, then he would GG, he What he has to do now is to let his disciples consume Lu Chen non-stop, and eventually consume him. The most unfavorable thing is to force him to use a silver metal ball. He dare to take carelessly!

Just when everyone was shocked, Lu Chen's flashing figure flew abruptly, his feet lifted up, and a sudden step on the ground, a violent golden force burst out, and suddenly, he only heard a loud noise and the earth shook. The ground cracked, and cracks like spider webs spread out with land dust as the center.

At the same time, a kilometer round, a violent fluctuation swept through.

"Hoo ..."

Mountain Zong rushed to the front of the group of powerful people, the body was suddenly shocked by a staggered, seven-meat and eight-skinned, embarrassed and fell to the ground, making a mess in the field.

At the same time, Lu Chen rushed out, making it difficult to capture like a cheetah.

"Buzz!"

The air trembling sounded, and a cold sword gas suddenly appeared, and then carried the power of slashing the sky, violently slashing out.

Thick sword spirit, silently slashing the space, continuously expanding in everyone's pupils, and finally ...

Jian Qi flickered.

"Puff puff……"

More than a dozen strands of hot blood rushed out, and dozens of bodies suddenly stiffened, then with unwillingness, they fell to the ground one after another.

"Qiao!"

A little bit under Lu Chen's feet, rushed into the crowd, the long sword waved, the sword gas burst, and a sharp sword gas was cut across him by him.

"puff!"

The long sword danced and flashed, the cold sword edge pierced relentlessly, pierced from one person's forehead, pierced the back of the head, and blood mixed with the brain.

Sword the sword and cut it again, with a snorting sound, slashing the strength of Huashan, slashing down, a fighter who came from the rush, the body suddenly stiffened, and then a blood line from the eyebrow to the neck, then to the chest ...

Slowly emerged, and then became bigger and bigger, and finally, with a puff, blood splattered, the two corpses split in half from their brows, and fell slowly.

Sword Qi Yuwei continued, flying out along the established trajectory. Behind him, the disciples of Mountain Sect were unable to hide. They were directly killed by Sword Qi and died on the spot.

Under a sword, deaths and injuries were everywhere.

At this time, several attacks came to kill at the same time, Lu Chenxin was aware, snorted, turned around quickly, with a long sword in his hand, easily blocked all the attacks from the attack.

He shook his body, disappeared in place, appeared in front of a heavy elephant elder, his wrist shook, his sword gas shot out, and he relentlessly tore the body guard of the elder body, puffed it through his chest. Ever.

"Qiao! Qiang! Qiang ..."

Lu Chen kept moving, stepping on the dragon dragon technique, moving like a rabbit and quickly like lightning, every time it disappeared and appeared again, it would bring up a fluff of blood.

Wherever he went, blood spattered, stumps flew, howling again and again, just half a cup of tea time, dozens of strong mountain ancestors were nearly half damaged, dozens of corpses lying on the ground, blood like spring water Outflow, the hall is dyed red.

Stepping on the ground, the sticky touch came from the blood, and the air was filled with a **** gas that was so thick that it couldn't be melted. Looking at the corpses everywhere, the temple was full of blood, and all the people who had not died. They all shivered chillily, a chill that froze from the heart, and eroded every inch of the skin quickly, making them tremble, stiff, and afraid to move forward.

At this moment, some disciples who are mentally weak have already turned pale and trembling their legs, and finally screamed out of a human voice. They were completely frightened by Lu Chen ’s brutality, and it was hard to feel rebellious!

"Small miscellaneous, you are cruel, and today the old man will remove you from the sky."

Seeing that the disciples of Mountain Yuezong were completely quelled, they did n’t dare to step forward. The old man in yellow shirt and Lu Wuhen glanced at each other. The latter nodded slightly, and immediately, the old man in yellow shirt gritted his teeth sharply, holding the **** soldier, and slammed with a loud voice. Fight off the landing dust.

"dead!!!"

The five-star Divine Soldier was urged in the hands of the old man in the yellow shirt, and the fiery red elemental force was poured into it, and the spear released a terrible breath.

"Buzz!"

A shot stabbed, and suddenly, a mass of energy resembling a fiery red flame rose up, and the burning space twisted and collapsed.

The flames burned, and a lance shot assassinated the deadly part of the dust chest.

"Get out of here!"

Lu Chen's eyes were calm, and he breathed out a long turbid breath, and then urged Yuan Li, the Black Abyss Sword drawn a residual image in the void.

"clang!"

Lu Chen's long sword and the spear from the stab, and they collided with each other. Only listening to the scream, the mighty gunman was directly defeated by the sword gas. The body of the old yellow shirt is also one. Shocked, mumbled, spit blood, and flew out.

"dead!"

A sword shook back the old man in the yellow shirt, Lu Chen's eyes burst into fierce light, stepped out, deceived himself, and in a crowd of exclamations, his hands fell, and with a puff, a sword cut his head!

Tianxiang triple, old man in yellow shirt, die!

The death of the old man in the yellow shirt made the survivors of Mountain Sect tremble suddenly.

Sect Master Lu Wuhen's complexion was somber to the extreme, the clenched clasp of the Divine Soldier's big hand was clicked by him.

The other elders, all with extremely gloomy faces, looked at each other, then nodded, and at the next moment, they all came together in unison, killing the landing dust.

"kill!"

A loud squeal sounded, and during the sudden surge of force, several elders shot together and launched a brutal attack on the landing dust.

Suddenly, the big palm prints of the battle, intertwined, forming a large fingerprint of several feet, descending from the sky, the palm is powerful and overbearing, the terror is boundless, and the air is exploded.

The tyrannical lance, tearing the void, destroying all things, carrying a breath of destruction, came raging.

Yuanli boxing came roaring, like a mountain, the cover fell down, the fist was not reached, the fist wind was approaching, and the ground under Lu Chen's feet was cracked open by pressure.

A sword of light hung across the sky, like the first ray of sunlight, carrying a brilliant brilliance and slashing across.

Four attacks, all roaring together, sealed Lu Chen's retreat.

"kill!"

Looking at the infinite four attacks, a cold light flashed in Lu Chen's eyes, and then, his wrist shook and a sword was cut out.

This sword may seem ordinary, but it contains unmatched power.

At the moment of the sword's emergence, the space exploded and the world faded.