Villain: After Being Kicked Out Of The Division, He Completely Turned Into A Black Man.

With Mo He's departure, the thundering prison formation was slightly disordered. The formation mobilized by Mo He also became the weakest point of the thundering prison formation. Lu Chen did not hesitate at all. He was the one who broke through the thundering formation now. The best time for the prison array, as he raised his dragon claw, the majestic and vast energy in his body condensed on his palm, and the dark and strange aura made everyone stunned.

"Desolation Rift Claw!"

Lu Chen's figure disappeared from everyone's sight like a ghost, and appeared at the edge of the thunder barrier like a ghost. He raised his arms contemptuously, and without any hindrance under the violent power, he broke free from the shackles of the thunder and struck at the thunder. Above the Prison Breaking Formation.

"No! Everyone inject power into the formation, don't let him break free!"

"Mo Ke, don't be distracted. Mo He is Zi Yun's uncle. There is no way he will be bewitched by this thief and kill her!"

Mo Ke gritted his teeth and blood spilled from his mouth. Mo He, if you dare to let Zi Yun get hurt at all, even if you are my biological brother, I will never let you go!

The power of dozens of martial gods gathered into the formation without any reservation. Thunderbolts condensed from the sky. The power was powerful enough to destroy everything. Countless thunderbolts fell towards Lu Shen's head.

Lu Chen raised his eyes disdainfully. He slightly closed his dragon wings and let the thunder fall on the huge dragon wings. Apart from a negligible sense of numbness, he felt nothing. Without Mo Xingchen's thunderous prison-breaking formation, it was nothing more than that. , the Mo family's thousand-year history turned out to be nothing in front of Lu Chen. He only needed to raise his arm to destroy it all.

As a thin crack appeared on the purple thunder barrier, the hearts of everyone in the Mo family were in their throats. Oops, the Thunder Prison Breaking Formation was about to be unable to hold up. This thief's martial arts were too weird, whether it was turning into a phoenix or a dragon. , or the weird aura on the dragon's claws makes people dare not challenge its edge.

Lu Chen smiled evilly and said: "Brilliant destruction!"

The cracks expanded rapidly, spreading across the entire thunder barrier in a few breaths. As Lu Chen pulled out his arm from the barrier, the barrier collapsed like broken glass, and dozens of figures fell from the sky like kites with broken strings. , falling into the ruins below.

"puff!"

Everyone spurted out a mouthful of turbid blood. They seemed to have some strange connection with the Thundering Prison Breaking Formation. At the moment the Thundering Prison Breaking Formation was shattered, they were also seriously injured, and their vitality was exhausted. After falling from such a high distance, it is no exaggeration to say that it would take less than a month to recover.

Nan Shuangran looked at this scene in shock. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it even if she was beaten to death. Lu Chen would never be more than half a century old, but he could fight dozens of Mo family's Martial Gods alone with the power of a Martial God. The strong man not only killed Mo Xingchen, the eldest elder of the Mo family, but also destroyed the thundering prison cracking formation that had been passed down by the Mo family for thousands of years with a crushing attitude. Who is he?

Maybe...he can save the Southern Frost Empire...

An idea that had never occurred before appeared in Nan Shuangran's mind. In her glass-like eyes, Lu Chen descended like a god, and he landed in front of everyone.

Nan Shuangran suddenly realized that the Nanshuang Empire's mixed soldiers could not possibly stop Lu Chen, but she still ordered without hesitation: "Everyone listen to the order! Protect the Mo Family Martial God at all costs!"

"This is obviously asking us to die!"

"The God of War is no match for him, how can we stop him?"

"The Mo family's Martial God's life is life, but our lives are not life?"

As more and more soldiers were too timid to come forward, Nan Shuangran's white jade hands pulled out the three-foot long sword from her waist. As a crisp sword cry resounded, she turned around and shouted angrily: "Who? If you dare to take another step back, you will be killed without mercy!"

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

The moment Nan Shuangran turned around, Lu Chen's devil-like whisper came from behind her. With the pain coming from her neck, Nan Shuangran lowered her eyes slightly, holding a long golden sword that was rippling with amazing energy. On her soft shoulder, the sharp sword cut her snowy neck, and blood spilled from the sword mark.

"How dare you thief! The person standing in front of you is the princess of the Nanshuang Empire... Poof!"

"Old guy, you are really noisy, get out of here!"

Wu Tu glared angrily, but Lu Chen didn't give him a chance to finish his words. He raised his arm and punched Wu Tu solidly without any fancy punches.

Although the old man had the strength of a mid-stage Martial God, his thin and frail body could not withstand Lu Chen's full blow. His body retreated very quickly, and his legs plowed two deep ravines in the ruins until his body He knocked down the south wall of Mo's house and managed to stop himself.

"Why do you, Nan Shuangran, want to kill me?" Lu Chen said jokingly.

"Master Wu..."

Nan Shuangran looked at the vulnerable Wu Tu and lost his voice in shock.

Wu Tu is the only powerful martial artist in the royal family of the Nanshuang Empire. There is no doubt about his strength, but in Lu Chen's hands, he defeated Wu Tu with just one blow. How strong is he?

Nan Shuangran slowly turned around and met Lu Chen's ruthless and indifferent eyes. Her delicate body trembled violently. Behind her, the soldiers of the Nanshuang Empire retreated step by step. Her heart was filled with despair. If Lu Chen wanted to kill her at this moment, she would There is no chance to resist.

Nan Shuangran is unwilling to give in. Now Nan Shuang Jie has completely become Long Chen's puppet. She does not have any self-awareness and obeys Long Chen's words. All she has done is to accumulate strength. If all the Mo Family Martial Gods who supported the Nan Shuang Empire were killed. In the hands of Lu Chen, she wanted to take back her father from Long Chen. Taking back the Nanshuang Empire was simply a fantasy.

Crystal clear tears slid down Nan Shuangran's cheeks. She stared into Lu Shen's eyes and asked: "You... want to kill me? I am the princess of the Nan Shuang Empire. You must think clearly about the consequences before killing me. Don't I blame this princess for not reminding you!"

There was no emotion in Lu Chen's deep eyes, and he said coldly: "Compared to now, I still prefer the rebellious look of Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"It's not enough to kill you. I don't want to be wanted by the entire Nanshuang Empire. But Nanshuangran, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you dare to interfere in my affairs again, I will not give you another chance to regret it."

As the Xuanyuan Sword returned to its scabbard, the fierce killing intent dissipated in an instant.

It's not enough to kill Nan Shuang Ran, he still needs Nan Shuang Ran to help him control the Nan Shuang Empire.

Nowadays, Ji Shuang, the son of destiny, is missing. According to his understanding of the son of destiny, it is only a matter of time before Ji Shuang takes back the throne from Ji Han.

He must do something before that, such as creating a third empire in the ancient martial arts world...