"Dayan Immortal Art?"

The unconcealed words of Lechen fell into Mo Fang and others' ears, and suddenly made several masters of Nascent Soul fell into deep thought. Then, they suddenly realized that when they heard these four words, Zhuang Wenyuan and others who were still worried about Lu Chen had their expressions changed and they became no longer worried. It seemed that as long as Lu Chen took action, Xiang Ning would undoubtedly lose.

"Where did they get their confidence? What is the Great Yan Immortal Art?" For those who have not participated in the Battle of Dongzhou five hundred years ago, the Great Yan Immortal Art is still a mystery. But as masters of Nascent Soul, they can naturally hear the smell of confidence from Chen's tone. Especially when Lu Chen's body movements that took a step a hundred meters away made them realize something.

A year ago, there was also this kind of body movement, but compared to a year ago, Lu Chen was not as calm, calm and free as he is now. That was affirmation and confidence in his own strength, just like the figure with his back still holding his hands behind him.

Confidence ~

"He is really good?" Zhong Xingyun and others couldn't believe it. The sect leader of various sects who regarded Lu Chen as their strong enemy a year ago suddenly felt powerless.

"How is it possible? It's not true." Shangguan Tu widened his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. He believed that if he had reached that distance, he would never dare to put his hand behind him. After all, within the range of the two Nascent Soul masters fighting, the remaining power of magic alone was enough to wipe out any cultivator who had not reached the late stage of the Golden Pill.

"Buzz~"

The red and white magic power was like a huge cage that covered Xiang Ning and Jibao firmly covered the center, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet. Within this range, all towering trees had already turned into powder, and the mountain was even more bursting with turbulent remnants. Stones of different sizes were comparable to magic weapons that flew around, and ten stones were enough to penetrate any bluestone wall.

The buzzing sound sounded, and Xiang Ning, who was still fighting, was shocked by his spiritual sense. They suddenly realized that there was a rising aura in the range of their spiritual senses.

This aura was extremely strange, as if it was a ball of fire, enough to burn all the cruel fire of thousands of magic weapons in the world. As this aura came, both of them were shocked to find that the magic weapon in their hands actually trembled uncontrollably. Fortunately, Ji Bao, the Wuming Double Stick was not his natal magic weapon, and the trembling of the soul of the instrument could only shock him a little. But Xiang Ning was different. He clearly discovered that Yue Lu Jian's sword soul was sending a signal of help to his spiritual consciousness, as if he had a sense of fear on his own, and it was actually uncontrollable.

The two of them changed their colors in horror. In a hurry, they used their desperate skills to knock the other party back, separated, and immediately looked in the direction where the breath came.

"Brother Lu?"

"Lu Chen?"

When they saw that Lu Chen was the person who entered the battle range between the two, their faces changed, one was happy and the other was worried.

"Brother Lu." Ji Bao flew over in shame, scratched his head and laughed: "I'm sorry, Brother Lu, he is too powerful, Ji Bao is no match."

Originally, he had collected two hundred land crystals in Lu Chen, but finally got a chance to give Lu Chen a favor. Ji Bao tried all the energy to eat, but still didn't beat Xiang Ning to the point. Ji Bao was very ashamed. However, one thing that made Lu Chen more pleased was that Ji Bao was Ji Bao. Even if he really lost, he did not find any excuses for his shame.

If you lose, you lose. Ji Bao is very real.

Lu Chen smiled slightly, without blaming or being displeased, but comforted him: "No defense, Brother Ji has just entered the state of Nascent Soul, and it is normal that he cannot adapt. It is rare to be able to do this."

"Just just entered the realm of Nascent Soul?" The two of them said nothing loud, but they fell into the ears of everyone. Hearing this, Han Hao and others took a breath.

"You can tie Xiang Ning just by entering the Nascent Soul Realm? How is this possible?"

"If Lu Chen hadn't lie, this person would be extremely powerful."

It should be noted that just entering the Nascent Soul realm only represents the transformation of the golden elixir into the infant. In addition, the use of magic power and the adaptation of the body cannot achieve a perfect transformation. Xiang Ning dared not enter the Nascent Soul realm for a long time, but he has already passed this stage after all.

Ji Bao is different. After passing the tribulation, he immediately came here to fight Xiang Ning. It can be said that he didn't have any time to adapt to the strength that the Nascent Soul master should have.

The atmosphere at the scene gradually became strange. Looking at the two strange combinations ahead, no one could tell what they felt. Even Chen Qu, who was fighting with the Fengniu Beast, turned his eyes from time to time and looked at Lu Chen in surprise.

One of them has just reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but is comparable to Xiang Ning.

The other one is even more ridiculous. Although he has no Nascent Soul strength, he looks calm and looks like a general who has won a battle.

Just as everyone was confused, Xiang Ning suddenly laughed out loud, threw down a handful of pills and seemed to see the Great Yan Immortal Art waving to him.

When things developed to this point, he just needed to capture Lu Chen, then sacrificed his magic weapon, Lu Han, and left. No one would catch up with him.

"If you don't go in heaven, you won't go, and there is no way to break in hell. Lu Chen, come with me." Xiang Ning laughed, a white light appeared, and his big hand grabbed it out of thin air.

Ji Bao saw this and wanted to block it. Unexpectedly, Lu Chen's speed was less than twice as fast as his, and his shoulders swayed slightly and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, Lu Chen was already standing above Xiang Ning's head, and there were two magic weapons in his hand.

The ring is a phantom ring.

The hammer is naturally the Haokong hammer.

"Boom~"

The thunder ran through the audience in an instant, and the clouds seemed to be lowered to the top of the mountain at that moment. The thick dark clouds swept over with storms, and there were sometimes thunder and strong winds.

The dark heavy hammer suddenly became colorful, presenting all kinds of patterns, including all kinds of talismans, and the golden light hit Xiang Ning's sky spirit cover.

"Yue Lu Jian..." Xiang Ning never thought that Lu Chen's speed would become so weird and fast. He could no longer think about it in a hurry, and Yue Lu Jian immediately sacrificed it.

The silver-white sword shadow suddenly became larger and rushed towards the heavy hammer like Mount Tai.

At this moment, a black flame suddenly surged from the soles of Lu Chen's feet, and a stream of fire with thick black smoke wrapped Lu Chen in the blink of an eye. After a moment, it condensed into a dark armor that was shiny and shiny, rising with violent flames.

The evil armor condensed by the third-grade black evil heart fire has the effect of harming the product as long as it is not a top-grade magic weapon.

The strange light of Yue Lu Jian infused with magic power disappeared. A small sword burst into tears in the center of the weapon soul. Before he could hit Haokong Hammer, he had lost his original power.

One rises and the other falls, and Haokong's heavy hammer comes like a sea of ​​heavy hammers, and immediately transforms into twelve hammer shadows in the air.

"Boom~"

Haokong fought 12 times, Lu Chen used all his strength, and his vast magic power rushed like waves, filled with blood and bone marrow. Induced by magic power, the black evil heart fire burned to the extreme, and the evil armor suddenly spread out a smooth black light. With the fall of the hammer shadow, Yue Lu Jian had long been knocked to the bottom of the mountain valley and lost its trace. The careless Xiang Ning was exposing his body to the hammer shadow.

"Boom~boom~boom~boom~boom~"

Xiang Ning had consumed a lot before. The pills he had just thrown into his mouth had not been completely consumed and was in the weakest state. In addition, he was careless and underestimated Lu Chen. He had no way to retreat in a hurry, so he could only take the earth-shaking 12 heavy hammers with his flesh and blood.

After refining the red flame seed, Lu Chen's two pills advanced together, and he had already reached the late stage of the Golden Pill. The reason why he did not take action before was entirely because Ji Bao's palm brought him a lot of damage and needed time to recover. Otherwise, it would not have been so laborious that Ji Bao would fight Xiang Ning alone.

The 12th heavy hammer hit, and Xiang Ning immediately sprayed a bloody arrow and shot it backwards.

"When you are sick, you will die." Lu Chen didn't care who was behind Xiang Ning, whether Wang Tong would come to cause trouble for him. Lu Chen had long regarded Xiang Ning as a dead person when he was chasing his master.

Wu churned inwardly and ignored it. Lu Chenshen breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Xiang Ning bleed blood, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he silently recited the magic trick, the Dragon Soul Blood Sword suddenly flew out from his forehead, and the sword body shook in the air and disappeared invisibly.

Then, everyone was shocked to see that the blood arrow turned into countless blood needles as thin as cows in an indescribable and strange way, densely packed with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of them. It brought a strong bloody atmosphere and sprinkled towards Xiang Ning.

"Puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~puff~"

The powerful leader of Guiyuan Sect, a generation of early-stage masters of the Nascent Soul stage, has now become a living target, being shot by tens of thousands of blood swords, and blood flows like a pillar.

However, Lu Chen did not stop, and quickly approached, and the sharp fingering technique was fully implemented, pointing hundreds of points to the major blood vessels of Xiang Ning's body. The last (7) strangled Xiang Ning's throat, flipped a single palm, and a silver-gray jade bottle appeared in the palm of his palm.

The best magic weapon, the purple heart rot bottle, has only one effect: soul-catching and soul-catching.

"Purple Heart Fructus Bottle, collect it for me~"

Lu Chen shouted violently, and a silver-gray mist suddenly surged out of the bottle mouth, covering Xiang Ning's head tightly. Everyone saw Xiang Ning's face suddenly became ferocious, and the extremely painful illusioned faces began to flow towards the bottle mouth under the powerful suction force of the Zixin Fructus Bottle.

"My soul~, Lu Chen, dare~" Xiang Ning shouted anxiously.

On the other hand, Lu Chen looked evil and said, "Grandmaster, I didn't expect that Master Dao has long been interested in your body. If you don't come, Master Dao still doesn't know where to find a suitable body for Master and him. Take it for me~"

ps:(...To be continued, two group numbers are promoted: Group 1: 176410743; Shenxiao Group (Shuyoujian): 161475627. Update to ask for votes and rewards...)
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