Han Pu's move was clearly strong and weak. While the fire spread, it suppressed the cold air of the Cold Mist Pearl. His most powerful spiritual root was the Fire Spirit Root.

Seeing the Han Pu family head suppressing the cold air of the terrifying beads, the disciples of the Nanxiang Valley were immediately delighted. At the same time, at Han Pu's order, hundreds of disciples drew out flying swords to practice the formation of a level, and rushed forward wave after wave, forming a fan-shaped killing formation.

The blood-killing formation is not a clever magic array, and it can be accessed by disciples of major sects when entering. Although this formation is not as powerful as the advanced magic array, fortunately there is no limit on the number of people. As the number of people continues to increase, its power is gradually increasing.

The formation like a sea of ​​people surged up and rushed towards Lu Chen with a huge impact.

When Ma Yuanhun, Duan Songde, Qi Xiuzhi and Feng Rong saw that Han Pu took action, Lu Chen's magic weapon's power suddenly decreased, and he was also shocked.

Ma Yuanhun said in surprise: "This old guy doesn't even know when he will become a mid-stage master of Jindan."

"It's only been a few years, and it seems that the position of the Mask's Master is going to be handed over to Han Pu." Qi Xiuzhi, who was in a fairy state, sighed inwardly, and did not see Lu Chen at all. In his heart, he was greatly disappointed because he was not as good as Han Pu.

Duan Songde, who was tall and big, snorted and said, "That's not better, Lu Chen will let him deal with it."

"What a f*ck." Ma Yuanhun glared at the brainless reckless man and said, "Lu Chen was captured by him alone, and the credit was all Han Pu and his own. What should we do?"

"This~" After hearing this, the few people realized that it was reasonable. Xiang Ning attached such importance to Lu Chen, and once he sent him to Lingxiu Peak and captured Lu Chen, he would be the first to be the master. Xiang Ning was very happy and would have a generous reward.

Several people were thinking about when they could get a hand, and at least they had to be part of the role. They would have something to say to ask for rewards at that time.

But who would have thought that before the few people took action, the blood-killing formation formed by hundreds of disciples in Nanxiang Valley had already arrived in front of Lu Chen.

The Cold Mist Bead was not used, not because Lu Chen didn't want to, but because he was too lazy to work hard.

After collecting the Cold Mist Bead, Lu Chen's eyes leaped into black light, and four sword lights of white, red, green and purple suddenly flew out of his body. Four small swords appeared. The Dragon Soul Master Sword suddenly roared, and the black dragon-shaped sword shadow turned into a buzzing sound.

The four small swords seemed to have received the order from the main sword. In the blink of an eye, a large tide of wind was rolled up, and purple lightning and thunder struck by the wind. The hurricane swept, the more powerful the momentum. Before anyone could come forward, they took the lead in rolling up towards countless disciples of Nanxiang Valley.

“Ah~”

"Swish~swish~swish~swish~"

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~"

The shocking screams and screams spread out as the sword light passed through the body, making a harsh puff sound, making it look thrilling.

The blue-gray wind was like a natural disaster in the world. The strong wind roared, covering everyone in the wind and thunder. As the smoke spread, a shocking blood fountain continued to spray out from the center of the Fenglei Sword Formation, continuously bringing up a piece of fragmented limbs, which shook Nanxiang Valley everywhere.

Dozens of fates in the surnames instantly returned to Jiuquan, and Ma Yuanhun and others were stunned: "This Lu Chen is so powerful. How long has he been in the industry? How can he practice this skill?"

Duan Songde and Qi Xiuzhi were also shocked by this amazing scene. When they saw the thunder and lightning in the whistling tornado, they swelled rapidly, and subconsciously swallowed their saliva. Looking at Lu Chen again, he was still very calm. The seal technique made with his hands controlled the five flying swords, with a calm expression, just like talking about Zhenlong with his arms, and there was no sign of fatigue or rush. The five swords seemed to be integrated with his spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness was invincible.

"With one man's strength, he fought against hundreds of monks alone. Although the disciples of Nanxiang Valley have uneven strengths, they are not so bad." Qi Xiuzhi's eyes widened, and he really didn't want to believe everything he saw.

Feng Rong stood aside, with a little ridicule on his face, and said to himself: "This kid's strength is not as weak as he sees, so be surprised."

The roaring wind roars, the flames and thunder intertwined...

Liu Hong, who believed that he knew Lu Chen, couldn't help but widen his eyes at this time, and the fire of war deeply stimulated his eye mask.

One person can use magic power to control the sword formation, but the five-colored wind and thunder sword formation is unheard of. However, Lu Chen was extremely relaxed in commanding the sword formation to fight hundreds of disciples of Nanxiang Valley. His calm behavior took hundreds of fresh life lives without any effort. Even Liu Hong himself could not help but tremble.

Murderous ~

The anger and murderous aura that had been suppressed for a long time all surged out at this moment.

Liu Hong didn't know Lu Chen's strength, but Lu Chen knew it very well. He didn't need to think too much about dealing with these inequality cultivators. The Nine Evil Golden Pill contains nearly nine times the true essence of magic power that is more than the cultivators of the same level. How much can such a solid foundation be wasted even if it is deliberately wasted?

Lu Chen needs to vent his anger that has been suppressed for nine years to make himself feel better.

Seeing this, Han Pu was shocked and then furious: "Okay, okay, boy, today, you will remove your skin and bones and make you a disabled person. It will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

Nanxiang Valley is Han Pu's hard work. These people in front of him are his relatives and direct descendants, and many of them are his descendants. Now they are all miserable to death. How can Han Pu not be angry?

With a roar, Han Pu carried the medium-grade magic weapon, the moon Qinglun, and shouted angrily to kill him.

"Can't help but take action?" Lu Chen raised his eyelids, and a murderous intent surged out of his heart.

At first, Lu Chen planned not to kill anyone, and left Han Pu and others with one life, to make a chess piece to kill Lingxiu Peak of Shangguiyuan Sect. However, it was based on the fact that several people were the same cultivation level as him. But now, Han Pu's dysfunction has reached the middle stage of the Golden Pill, and his realm is higher than himself. In this way, the effect of the Black Evil Heart Fire is greatly reduced.

A monk at the same level can plant the heart fire and control it as he wishes, and can suddenly detonate the golden elixir in the other party's body.

But if you are better than yourself, you can only burn the other party to ashes in a short period of time. When it comes to control, you will be much weaker.

Since that's the case, Lu Chen was too lazy to plant heart fire in Han Pu's heart.

Against the mid-stage master of Jindan, Lu Chen seemed frivolous and impetuous, but he really started to act without any hesitation.

As he flew, Lu Chen opened his mouth and saw a thick black and gold fog. A purple light flew out of the fog and headed straight for Han Pu's face.

Being away from Shangyuan, regardless of the rest, he first caught the other party off guard and then said that.

Han Pu was not outdone, and waved his robe sleeve out of thin air, rolled the moon's right wheel and let out a scream that broke through the air. With a sound, he shot down the purple electric cone, and then sprinkled a piece of green mist.

Green mist is originally a spiritual powder, but it was ground by Han Pu for a long time and added thousands of toxins.

Using poison in the cultivation world is not shameful. On the contrary, it is a favorable means that can greatly weaken the opponent's strength while enhancing your own offensive.

But Han Pu didn't know that his luck was really not very good. To this day, the poison-avoiding bead from Guiyuan Sect is still worn around Lu Chen's waist.

He ignored the poisonous fog at all, and Lu Chen sneered and turned his hands to take out the Haokong Hammer.

The real natal magic weapon is strange and has no grade, but its power is amazing and perverted.

The most advantageous one is this Haokong Black Hammer.

After the four nine heavenly tribulations, Lu Chen had a more sensible understanding of the Haokong Hammer Technique. At this time, when he took out the Haokong Hammer, his already sufficient confidence soared several times.

Give up everything and shake the jade slips, Lu Chen, the attack of the remote magic weapon, rushed over and shouted: "Old man, take a hammer from Taoist master."

"Boom~"

Without further ado, he held his hands tightly and raised them above his head, and with the shimmering ray of black and gold light, he smashed it down with a loud bang.

Han Pu did not find any amazing pressure from this black hammer. A trace of disdain flashed across his face and mocked: "This is your ability? Humph~ overestimate your ability."

"Chorus~"

The scale light sword shadow suddenly appeared, and the flying sword in Han Pu's hand turned out to be his natal magic weapon, and the Flame Scale Sword that also reached the middle level.

Han Pu, who is the master of fire in the spirit root, has been searching for a long time, and finally spent a lot of effort to get several red-scaled fish from the depths of the North Sea. This kind of undersea monster is not necessarily very powerful in cultivation, but its armor scales are just a little bit full of fire, which is very valuable. Han Pu found the red-scaled fish, pulled out the fish scales, and took a few earth crystals. He said a lot of good things to let the magic weapon Flame Scale Sword refined by the lay Buddhist Minshan, which is its origin.

As soon as the Flame Sword was released, the fire exploded and Han Pu's momentum became stronger.

Seeing this, Lu Chen was even more disdainful: "Playing with fire? Master Dao is the ancestor, get out of here."

With a roar, the Haokong Hammer, which was bounced up by the Flame Scale Sword in Lu Chen's hand, turned out out of thin air with Lu Chen's powerful wrist power. All the recoil force was superimposed on the Haokong Black Hammer. When the second hammer fell, its power doubled.

"Boom~"

Han Pu was about to laugh at Lu Chen for using his old trick again, but he felt that the power from the hammer had doubled and was shocked at the moment. However, Lu Chen did not give him a chance to consider it at all. As the second hammer fell, the third hammer and the fourth hammer...

"Boom~"

The land of Nanxiang Valley was trembling, and this amplitude extended to Nanxiang County. People who were sleeping sounded awakened by the roar of the sky and ran out of their houses. As a result, they found that from the key areas of Nanxiang Valley, several bottomless cracks were winding out like snakes. Not long after, the entire Nanxiang Valley County was filled with deep gutters and filaments, which seemed to have been divided into several parts.

The county town suddenly became chaotic, and the heart of Nanxiang Valley was also mixed and noisy, with sorrow all over the world. The power of Lu Chen Haokong Black Hammer was also completely unfolded at this moment.

"Boom~"

Using the energy of the third golden elixir, the Haokong Hammer shot down at the fifteenth time and had reached the intermediate level of the Haokong second-level hammer technique.

"Puff~"

Han Pu, who was as powerful as a friend, could not suppress his blood, and the cover of the opposite mountain was dyed blood red by a blood fountain.

Only then did Han Pu realize that he underestimated Lu Chen and made an unforgivable mistake: This is not a junior monk, but his strength is more than several times stronger than his.

Thinking of this, Han Pu suddenly retreated and left the range of Hammer Shadow. He turned around and shouted: "What else do you think? This guy is so powerful, let's go together."

"Ah~ah?" Ma Yuanhun and the other two were slightly stunned and were heartbroken.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Ma Yuanhun woke up first and said, "You can't let Lu Chen (8) succeed, otherwise none of us will survive. Let's go together."

Hearing this reminder, Duan Songde and Qi Xiuzhi realized that they had destroyed Ganyu's family. How could Lu Chen not revenge this hatred? Instead of waiting for death, it would be better to take a fight.

The three of them nodded and were about to come forward to help. Unexpectedly, at this time, including Han Pu, could see a smile of the victory of the anti-strike in Lu Chen's eyes.

At this moment, with a sound of Peng, for some reason, Ma Yuanhun seemed to be hit by a powerful force in the back of the heart, blood squirting wildly, and his body was shot towards Lu Chen involuntarily.

Han Pu, Duan Songde, and Qi Xiuzhi were shocked and looked back at the old man with a black hand, and immediately became furious.
Chapter completed!