After coming out of the room, Lu Chen discovered that the front and back yards of Huayue Tower had been in chaos. Many people who were incompletely dressed, were drunk and had not even put on their shirts, had already stood inside and outside the yard, raising their eyes to the distant sky.

"Boom", a roar sounded in the west horizon, accompanied by the light rising from the sky. Lu Chen knew that Nan Xingchen and Manzhi had already fought there.

Silently using the Qingxin Art, and a trace of true energy spread throughout the soles of the feet. Lu Chen used the Five Luoshui Cloud Steps and followed quickly.

"The Supreme Immortal, the Supreme Immortal..."

Seeing Lu Chen lying on the roof of the tiles, the crowd below exclaimed again, and as Lu Chen swept away, a large number of people immediately fell behind him.

Lu Chen didn't have time to care about these things at this time...

When he arrived at the center of the battle, Lu Chen looked up and saw: What a guy, two figures in the sky were rushing rapidly, sometimes sword lights intertwined, sometimes palm shadows were flying, one black and one gold rays were flying, very colorful and gorgeous.

In the sky, Nan Xingchen and Manzhi were at the seventh level of Qi training. They each had long swords under their feet and launched a desperate battle. After fighting for a long time, they could not decide the outcome.

Lu Chen was concerned about Zuo Qinghan's safety. He just heard that the master of this Manzhi Demon Witch is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building. He has learned art from Chen for half a year, but he has not learned anything else. Lu Chen has remembered the division of the strength of cultivators clearly.

Although the middle stage of foundation building and the early stage of foundation building are only one level apart, there is a huge difference. Just based on the early stage of foundation building, Lu Chen does not think that she can deal with the demons of the evil ghost sect.

So, Lu Chen shouted to Nan Xingchen in the air: "Hey~ Brother Nan, can you hurry up?"

Nan Xingchen was riding the flying sword and was having fun. I heard Lu Chen's voice coming from a distance, and almost fell down from the flying sword. He thought to himself: "You think this is a playmaker, you can be fast, you can't see that the witch on the opposite side is not as powerful as me?"

After thinking about this, Nan Xingchen could not say that. He swung his finger and retreated. Nan Xingchen shouted: "Don't worry, soon."

"Do you want to help~" Lu Chen shouted again.

"Need not."

In fact, Lu Chen couldn't help him even if he wanted to help. He was the one who fought in the sky. Even though he had dozens of talismans, he couldn't reach it at this time. How could he help?

After thinking about it, Lu Chen shouted, "Then I'll leave first, be careful."

Without time to deal with Lu Chen, Nan Xingchen didn't even lit his head. Sometimes the sword was shaken out from his right hand, and sometimes he controlled it back to his feet and dodged in the air.

Seeing this, Lu Chen couldn't stay any longer. He turned his head and headed up to another roof, and rushed towards the palace under the luminous light.

The showdown between the Supreme Immortals was extraordinary. When Lu Chen arrived in the palace, there was already a fire that was soaring into the sky and the crowds were surging.

Inside and outside the palace, countless palace guards held torches, shouting and thundering. They all watched in shock as two figures flew in the air. The sword light flashed and the aura flew. The entire palace was filled with the sword energy.

From afar, Lu Chen discovered the shadow of Zuo Qinghan and others. Even if he could not fly with the sword, these seven female disciples who had just started were not idle.

Fireball, ice archery, water control..., all kinds of long-range Taoist techniques greeted a figure in the air, shrouded in black fog, and was full of sweat. It was a lot of fun.

Beside Zuo Qinghan, Murong Yuxi sat cross-legged on the roof, with a trace of blood hanging on the corner of her mouth, and her clothes had been cut by the sword energy, which showed that she had just joined the battle group, and thus she was defeated.

Seeing Lu Chen coming, the little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly called out: "Brother, the old demon is so powerful, come here to help..."

Lu Chen jumped over and came to the female disciples, looked at Murong Yuxi, and said with concern: "Is it okay?"

Murong Yuxi's situation was not very good, and her beautiful eyes were difficult to open. She frowned slightly and whispered: "It's okay, I can't die."

"It's good if you can't die." Lu Chen nodded and looked into the sky.

In the sky, Lan Qing whisks in the left hand and the long sword in his right hand, and crosses the air. Under her use, the Qinglian Sword Technique shook out more than ten sword lights, and each one followed the figure in the black fog and kept chasing. The luxurious Luo Shang was already in pieces, and even the black hair tied with her hair was scattered. Like Murong Yuxi, Lan Qing also had many sword injuries on her body, which shows that the other party was really strong.

"Clang~"

In the sky, Lan Qing and the Black Shadow completed another collision and retreated to both sides. After a slight pause, Lu Chen finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

Lu Chen can't tell the difference between men and women. If he is a man, the person looks a bit too iconic; if he is treated as a woman, his breasts are flat, he doesn't think he is a woman's figure no matter how he looks. Fortunately, Lan Qing didn't know what method he used, and he had already hurt this demon who is neither male nor female. Compared to Lan Qing, he was injured more severely.

"It's indeed a demon~" Lu Chen said in his heart.

The real person Lan Qing gasped slightly, his chest was rising and falling, and Chang Jian shouted between his fingers: "Monster, I dare to come to my Dongzhou to cause disaster, but I won't surrender~"

I heard the monster in the air laughing harshly, and the laughter was even more rough and feminine, either man or woman: "Hehe, don't be arrogant. It would be a fool to make the original person surrender quickly. If it weren't for the original person's old injuries, you a few of you who are not in the right way would have died without a place to bury yourself. Today I will let you see the power of the Soul-Devouring Banner."

The monster smiled, shook one hand, and a giant banner about a foot long and three-width wide suddenly appeared in his hand. The banner was made of black canvas, and was supported by a black wooden round pole in the center. Holding it in his hand, a gloomy black gas overflowed on the banner. Accompanied by this black gas, everyone heard the crying sound of the wronged soul, sharp and terrifying.

"No, it's a low-grade magic weapon, please avoid it~"

Zhenren Lan Qing is a cultivator in the foundation-building stage. Naturally, he has realized the power of magic weapons. Even at a low level, it is not something that ordinary people can resist. Especially this soul-devouring ghost school magic weapon is the most powerful. It can use magic power to swallow the souls of living people, making it impossible for people to fall back into the cycle of reincarnation. It is extremely vicious.

The real person Lan Qing shouted in time, but no matter how fast it was, it was not as fast as the soul-devouring banner. Countless evil spirits wailed out from the banner, like a strong wind, which instantly took away the souls of more than ten living people. The court magistrate on the ground was so scared that he ran around and roared sadly.

Seeing this, Zhenren Lan Qing could not hold back. The long sword was handed over to the spiritual consciousness to control. When his toes were slight, he quickly made countless magic tricks with his hands. Then he saw a jade hairpin flying out from the top of his head and suddenly became bigger.

The jade hairpin was shining with green light and a cold light shining, which was comparable to the aura emitted by the Soul-Devouring Banner. It was obviously a low-grade magic weapon.

The magical instruments used by monks from the Immortal Continent are divided into two types: magical instruments and spiritual instruments. Each of them is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower levels. The higher the level of magical instruments, the greater the power. Of course, this depends on the cultivation of the person holding magical instruments. If the difference is too large, the function of magical instruments will also decrease accordingly. However, at this time, the monster who is neither male nor female has been seriously injured. Although he has the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, he has less than half of the level of exercise. He can only confront Lan Qing but cannot win. With the two offset, he has a draw. However, the situation is different as soon as the magical instruments are released.

"Cui Xin Hairpin, go~"

Zhenren Lan Qing shouted loudly, and the magic tricks moved lightly between his fingers. A strand of true energy magic power poured into the jade hairpin, pointing directly at the monster.

The monster was not showing weakness. The soul-devouring banner was recycled and the true energy was in full swing, and several evil spirits of the evil spirits flew out.

The two magic weapons clashed in the air, sparks flew everywhere. After a while, everyone heard a burst of explosions in the air. The real man Lan Qing and the monster each spit out a mouthful of blood and retreated violently.

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

Perhaps the monster was too severely injured and could not do anything, so he turned around in a hurry and left. However, the direction he was aiming at was Zuo Qinghan and others.

The black long sword attacked from afar, and the disciples didn't know what to do for a moment, and the point where the sword pointed was Zuo Qinghan.

The situation was extremely urgent, and everyone was stunned by the speed of the monster. Most people could already see how tragic the result would be caused by the black long sword. Zuo Qinghan is the new generation of Qianyu Sect elite. Such a great talent would ruin his opponent, but even Lan Qing was helpless.

"Huihan, hide quickly..."

"Junior sister..."

"Senior sister..."

Several rather anxious and even exclaimed shouts rang one after another, but none of them could match the speed of the black sword...

At this critical moment, a red light suddenly lit up not far away, like a meteor in midnight, instantly flooding with bright light.

"Girl, go away..."

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