Alchemist Sword Sect

"If this person uses those methods before, then Junior Brother Yang will definitely be able to defeat him. I'm afraid that the other party will also comprehend Jianao." Zhao Zichuan analyzed calmly.

"Jian'ao, this is unlikely, right?" Long Xiao said in surprise.

Zhao Yan, Qian Feng, Qian Yuan and the others were also somewhat disbelieving.

"If this person dares to challenge us, he must have other support. It is not impossible to cultivate Jianao."

When Zhao Zichuan said this, seeing Long Xiao nodded slightly, he just smiled and changed his voice:

"However, Junior Brother Yang Shen also has a powerful spiritual pet, which also has a late-stage Xuantian Realm cultivation. Even if this Yang Chen cultivates Jian Ao, he may not be able to defeat him."

"That's good. This person is arrogant. If even brother Yang loses to him, maybe he will be so arrogant." Long Xiao said.

"That's right, this person must be defeated, lest I underestimate our Five Poison Sect and Lingxu Valley." Zhao Zichuan said.

"The main reason is that this person is too cunning, he won't fight against me and other experts in the spiritual realm, otherwise, how could he be allowed to be so arrogant?" Long Xiao said with a cold look at Lu Chen.

Zhao Zichuan nodded with a soft snort, undoubtedly agreeing with this reasoning.

"No, benefactor Yang is in danger."

See at this moment, Monk Mingkong, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly changed his expression.

Long Xiao and Zhao Zichuan hurriedly looked at the words, and their faces changed. They saw that the silver giant eagle in front of Yang Shen showed signs of collapse under Lu Chen's sword.

"This Yang Chen's strength is so strong?"

Everyone was amazed.

Yang Qi, who was sitting cross-legged on the rock, also saw this scene, and a gleam of light flashed in his long and narrow eyes.

Feng Shenyu was even more surprised, he never thought that Lu Chen would be so powerful.

"hateful."

Yang Shen, who was fighting with Lu Chen, had a gloomy face, but Yinhui's face was extremely gloomy, and the silver light shining from his palm decreased a bit. Although it is not enough to describe it as a plummet, it is not far away.

In the competition with Poison Light, Silver Light lost bit by bit.

Around Lu Chen's body, crackling sounds kept ringing, and poisonous light rushed endlessly, Yun gave birth to blossoming poisonous light, gathered on the ink sword, and slashed down like a horse.

The giant silver eagle suddenly made a loud bang and retreated continuously, the bright silver light on its body quickly dimmed, and its ferocious aura was greatly reduced.

Yang Shen's face was ugly, his eyes were fixed on Lu Chen, and he looked very sinister. Looking at the silver giant eagle that was about to collapse, he suddenly took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"Fengshen Nine Turns Kung Fu."

He waved his hands accordingly, and storms swept away from all directions, one after another gathered, and suddenly the wind surged, and pillars of wind appeared.

Skimming over the surface of Wangchuan Lake, the entire lake was shaken, and the silver-white brilliance spread out, and the entire Wangchuan Lake seemed to have turned into a silver lake.

Yang Shen's figure suddenly swelled and became bigger, and the berserk air quickly spread out, bursting out with silver light, forming a series of silver lines, like a horse training.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Shen moved his footwork, the void roared, and the white clouds in the sky were scattered, as if a real dragon was riding the clouds and fog in the sky.

The terrifying wind attribute power swept out suddenly, as if galaxies rushed towards Lu Chen, Yang Shen, who had turned into a giant of hundreds of feet, seemed to be stepping on the galaxy, attacking Lu Chen forcefully.

"Boom" sound;

The void in front of Chase Lu exploded under Yang Shen's fist, and a force that could be called destructive to Chase Lu spread out, and the vegetation near the lake was all smashed to pieces.

Within a thousand feet, there is no one.

All the young disciples who saw this scene showed surprise.

But what surprised them even more was still behind, Yang Shen kept approaching Lu Chen, and silver dragons continuously formed on both sides of him, there were as many as four, rolling towards Lu Chen frantically.

Under such mighty power, Chase Lu was forced to keep retreating.

Looking at the majestic Yang Shen, his brows were frowned, his face was solemn, and the black sword in his hand was tightened and tightened.

Seeing this, Yang Shen was secretly complacent, and kept approaching Lu Chen. The four silver dragons around him shuttled through the void, showing the power of latitude and longitude, just like real silver dragons.

This is the result of Yang Shen's cultivation of Fengshen Nine Ranks to the fourth stage, otherwise, he would be able to evolve nine silver dragons and easily defeat Lu Chen.

But even so, he was still full of confidence.

"Yang Chen, admit defeat."

Yang Shen is tall and tall, wearing a blood-colored cloak, attracting immeasurable silver light, carrying thousands of silver lines, and with powerful wind-attribute light lines, approaching Lu Chen step by step.

"go."

He looked at Lu Chen, showing a ferocious smile, showing ferocious means, his eyes were burning, and he wanted to burn Lu Chen, and he yelled sharply, and the four silver dragons on both sides rushed out.

At the same time, Yang Shen himself rushed to the sky, bringing out a silver beam of light, which also spun like a tornado;

Every time it turns, it stimulates the violent wind attribute power, and the blossoming silver light lines bloom, creating a destructive momentum.

During this process, there was a mysterious sound, as if the true meaning of the storm, and then there were "boom boom boom" sounds;

Every strike pierced through the sky, was deafening, and shook people's minds, their hearts swayed, their hearts were full of courage, and they retreated again and again, and the light of the four silver dragons dimmed accordingly.

But living in the silver storm, Lu Chen among the four silver dragons was standing still, like a pitch-black mountain, exuding an aura like the sea and the abyss, which was indescribable.

In his hand, the ink sword was wrapped in poisonous light, and made a clanking sound, shooting out innumerable black brilliance, rolling onto the four silver dragons.

The sound of the powerful storm stopped suddenly, and there was only a sense of the autumn wind, as if in autumn, all life was gone.

The constantly surging and tumbling Wangchuan Lake also stopped, like a violent man, suddenly quiet like a virgin, like a graceful girl, showing a kind of tender beauty.

Such a scene is amazing, as if this is not a bloody battle at all, but a beautiful landscape painting, but it has a magnificent side.

As Lu Chen walked among them, the four silver dragons collapsed one by one, turning into countless silver lines.

The silver light fell and submerged into Wangchuan Lake, and immediately burst into silver light, making Wangchuan Lake look like a silver lake.

A feeling of howling autumn wind spread, and everyone felt that it was not like winter, but more like autumn, just like when spring passed and autumn came, everything withered, and the incomparably strong Yang Shen also fell down.

The blood-colored cloak he was wearing was smashed into powder, his chest and back seemed to have been hit hard, and he retreated with a bang.

His flushed face turned white, strands of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his fierce eyes also revealed a look of horror.

"How can it be?"

He couldn't accept the result that he couldn't defeat Lu Chen even after performing the Fengshen Jiuzhuan Kungfu, his eyes widened and his voice was almost hoarse, as if a broken gong was beating.

But Chase Lu seemed to have never heard this, and walked forward step by step, the silver lines in front of him cracked one by one, and a cold breath permeated.

The scene in all directions seemed to be coated with a layer of black brilliance, which made everyone's expressions change.

Seeing this, Zhao Zichuan and the others also frowned.

Yang Shen and Feng Shenyu also looked at Lu Chen.

Yang Shen, who wanted to defeat Lu Chen, was no exception. His dim eyes suddenly glowed with blood, and he looked a little violent and vicious. He grinned, showing his pale teeth:

"Yang Chen, don't even think about defeating me, Feng Linghe, come out."

Yang Shen's eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, as if he had lost his mind, like the fierce beast in the Ziji Mountains, he patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and saw a white shadow rushing out.

White light then swept across and spread in front of Yang Shen. Lu Chen took a closer look and was taken aback. He didn't expect that Yang Shen's spiritual pet turned out to be a wind-attributed spirit beast, Feng Linghe.

This Wind Spirit Crane is about Zhang Xu in size. Its body is snow white, its feathers glow with porcelain white and porcelain white light, its two feet are slender and blood red, its neck is slender, its chest and forehead are bright red, its long mouth is also extremely bright red, and its two eyes It was as black as ink, but when it turned, it showed a dark red light, giving people a very unfriendly look.

It looked at Chase Lu, and its snow-white wings spread out suddenly, nearly ten feet in length. It vibrated violently, whipped up a white wind, drew a white light, and rushed towards Chase Lu.

Its speed is extremely fast, almost not weaker than its master Yang Shen.

Of course, this is mainly due to the fact that this crane has a late-stage Xuantian Realm cultivation and is powerful, otherwise, how could it have such speed?

Seeing this, Yang Shen showed a smile on his pale face, and his eyes were even more cold, full of murderous intent. With a "swish", he dragged a silver light and rushed out.

He was one step behind Feng Linghe and outflanked Lu Chen from the left, apparently with the intention of flanking Lu Chen from left to right.

When Lu Chen saw this, he couldn't understand. He immediately grasped the ink sword tightly, used the poison attribute spiritual power, wrapped in a poisonous light, and rushed out. The ink sword in his hand turned black, and the cold and dark power spread. .

"Hmph." Yang Shen snorted coldly when he saw this, and communicated with Feng Linghe with his mind, and calculated Lu Chen with him.

The white light and the silver light complement each other, showing a grand atmosphere. When the high-pitched crane sounded, the Fengling Crane opened its bright red mouth and sprayed a white mist of light.

The light mist swept out, and an electric sound sounded instantly, shaped like a ball of light, hitting Lu Chen under the hood.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Linghe suddenly stretched out its bright red giant claws, like a pair of big iron hooks, just taken out of the blood pool, grabbed Lu Chen's shoulders, trying to tear them apart.

At the same time, Yang Shen staggered his hands, and rushed towards Lu Chen's head with a bunch of silver light lines, one by one wind attribute lines, like a wind god.

"Okay, it seems that Yang Chen is dead."

Seeing this, Zhao Zichuan and the others were very happy. As soon as the Feng Linghe came out, Lu Chen was no different from facing two masters in the late stage of Xuantian Realm, and the chance of winning was almost halved.

Moreover, whether it is Yang Shen or Feng Linghe, they all have a high advantage in speed, which is eye-catching.

On the other hand, Lu Chen, although he defeated Qian Yuan, Zhao Yan, Qian Feng and others in a row, did not show an advantage in speed, so even if he had other cards, it would be very difficult to win.

Sure enough, under the attacks of Yang Shen and his spiritual pet Feng Linghe, Lu Chen retreated again and again, his black hair fluttering, and the black robe on his body was buzzing, as if it was about to be torn apart.

However, the poisonous light around him did not dissipate, it was still thick and dark, exuding a gloomy aura, passing by the surface of Wangchuan Lake, like a huge ghostly shadow.

"Yang Chen, if you have the guts, don't back down."

Seeing this, Yang Shen was furious, his eyes were extremely dark, like the eyes of a blood god, bursting with a dark red light, it looked extremely violent, and the murderous aura in his body was fully revealed.