"The situation of the Tiansha Gang is gone." Qinglong stood up and his eyes settled steadily on Lu Chen. The shock that Lu Chen brought to him today was extremely great, especially when Lu Chen broke through the Taizhou Fangmen Formation, the morale of the entire Tiansha Gang fell to the bottom.

The remaining monks around looked at Lu Chen, who was sitting cross-legged beside Zuo Qinghan with admiration, and his hands were deformed in the fight and it took some time to recover. Even so, everyone still looked at him with some admiration: That was Huang Tong, who had the best magic weapon in the middle stage of the fusion, was beaten to this point, and it was not easy.

Lu Chen opened his eyes slightly, without the joy of winning after the war, but instead said with a touch of solemnity: "Huang Tong is not dead, be careful."

The blue smoke and cold air arose on the Qinglong's body, and the temperature in the surrounding space dropped rapidly. The seven-foot-tall Qinglong was covered with frost.

"Peng!"

With a violent sound, Huang Tong shot out from the pit below the mountain, standing in the air, scanning Lu Chen in the field with a ferocious face, and bursting out murderous intent.

"Lu Chen, if I don't kill you today, I will not be a human being."

Huang Tong's Taizhou sword armor has been retracted and turned into a treasure armor and worn it on his body. The whole body is filled with a yellow light. The spiritual power of this top-quality spiritual weapon magic weapon has skyrocketed to an unprecedented level. Treat Lu Chen as a stare in his eyes, and thorns in his flesh, and then remove it quickly.

"Everyone come together and destroy the Tiansha Gang's miscellaneous groups." The monk who had been rescued by Lu Chen before, saw that Lu Chen was seriously injured, quickly shouted.

The monks in Fang Jun's tower had been resentful for a long time, and they stood up one after another and rushed towards Huang Tong without saying a word.

"Huang Tong, kill my elder brother and die for me!"

Bai Hao stretched out a pair of tiger claws, but he didn't even look at the Azure Dragon. A gray-white mist surged out of his body, just blocking the middle between Lu Chen and Huang Tong. The claw shadow pounced on his face.

"Get out of here. Now I don't have the mood to play with you. Whoever dares to stop me will die." Huang Tong, the leader of the Tiansha Gang, was now extremely angry.

The giant sword of Taizhou, heavy and without a sharp edge, slashed out in anger, showing a huge sword light in the air. The sword light was extremely sharp and heavy as a mountain. When the white tiger saw this, it dared not compete with it, so he hurriedly jumped aside. The "hissing" sound of the wind breaking was extremely harsh. With a huge roar, a gap of more than ten meters was cut out on the ground...

The second floor space of Fangjun Tower is nearly a hundred times more stable than the first floor, and the hardness of the ground surface is far more than the first floor. The Taizhou Sword can cause such a great momentum and damage, which immediately stunned the public.

Thinking back to Lu Chen, who had just played the same match with Huang Tong in the magic circle, the monks looked at the young boy sitting cross-legged behind him and regulating his breathing: How strong does this require to tie with Huang Tong like this.

The remaining monks on Lu Chen looked at each other, dumbfounded, deeply afraid of Huang Tong's strength.

Qinglong narrowed his keen eyes slightly, knowing that if he and others did not take action, Lu Chen would die, so he didn't dare to think too much. He suddenly turned to Zuo Qinghan and said, "Help me take care of Zhuque."

Zuo Qinghan's body, which was about to rush up, slacked slightly and nodded gently. At this time, a white cold current flew away, leaving a thin layer of ice on the ground.

"White Tiger, come together."

"Qinglong?" The white tiger that dodged away saw the cold light flying from the sky, and his big red face outlined a happy smile: "Okay."

The fleshy palm slapped the ground, and the white tiger rose several meters long, and a little white light shot out from the middle of his eyebrows. In an instant, a tiger-shaped sword refined with the spine of the ferocious beast appeared in his hand.

"Demon Yuanhu Po..."

The White Tiger clan’s natal magic weapons are all sacrificed by their own natal spiritual essence. They do not gather the upper and lower iron. Only the demonic tiger bones can increase the power of the tiger.

Although the "Demon Yuan Hu Po" in Bai Hao's hand is only a medium-grade spiritual weapon, it can be stronger than the top-grade spiritual weapon. In terms of sharpness, the "Demon Yuan Hu Po" with two blades covered with tiger bone spurs is more lethal.

"go……"

With a loud shout, "Demon Yuanhu Po" came out of his hand, and a winding whip shadow light was drawn in the air, shaking the air and creating a "crackling" explosion of air.

At the same time, on the right of Huang Tong, Qinglong also took out his natal magic weapon, which was a piece of blue and white bamboo flute flowing in two colors, which looked like a stick, five feet, weighing eight thousand kilograms. In the four ancient relics of Qinglong's lineage, the magic weapon that had been soaked in the Green Smoke Cold Pond for thousands of years. The cold air contained in it was stronger than that of Qinglong's own cultivation. When the Qinglong sacrificed the life magic weapon, he was only at the level of a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and now he was at the top level.

"Blue Smoke and Cold Jade Flute..."

Putting the ice flute beside his mouth, Qinglong's lips gently moved, and the sound of the pleasant flute was blown away. The sound of the flute was lingering and spread into Huang Tong's ears, which immediately made his soul temporarily lose.

Huang Tong, a reckless man, did not understand the rhythm and suffered a lot of losses. At this time, the "Demon Yuanhu Po" slashed and had to retreat hundreds of meters. The attack of Qinglong had just begun. In the rhythm, a trace of cold air seemed to turn into ice thorns and flying arrows, shooting towards Huang Tong.

The ghost boy, the six-eyed golden boy looked at each other, and a heavy color flashed through his eyes.

"Six Eyes, if you don't take action, you will be compared." The ghost boy smiled in his sinister smiled, and a thick ghost mist echoed out in his robe. Thousands of evil ghosts roared and rushed towards the crowd, oriented towards Huang Tong.

"Damn ghost energy." Six eyes flashed with disgust and jumped away from the ghost boy.

The Buddhist spirit is upright and hates ghost fog. Although the two are good friends, Liuyan doesn't want to get so close to the ghost boy. It would be better if he doesn't perform his skills. With the immortal technique, the golden light on the Buddhist body of Liuyan is even stronger.

"Hehe." The ghost boy laughed and ignored it. The natal magic weapon "Ghost Banner" roared out, causing ghosts to accumulate thousands of years underground to move.

"Buddha shines on the six realms...The great compassion and devil subduing finger..."

Six eyes and yellow robe swelled up, with golden lights rays. The fingers penetrated the sleeves of the robe, and several strands of fingers rushed out.

The four masters fought against Huang Tong, and the scene suddenly fell into chaos...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Huang Tong was immediately beaten backwards. Although Taizhou Jian Armor had a strong defense, the four of them were extraordinary. They didn't need to consider external injuries. However, if they were constantly hit, internal injuries would be enough for Huang Tong to bear it. Especially now, he had fought with Lu Chen for nearly half a day, and his magic power had long stopped. For a moment, the battle was in a stalemate.

The remaining monks were as brave as a friend. With four hands blocking Huang Tong, they rushed to the team of more than ten people without any restraint.

The bloody flowers exploded, and the monks of the Tiansha Gang continued to die in the melee. In the blink of an eye, there was only a master of the early stage of the fusion to support him.

"Huang Tong is in trouble. These four people are extraordinary," Frost Wolf stood far away, looking at the scene in the melee, and murmured.

Wu Xin's eyes lit up and said, "Now, Huang Tong is grateful to us, and it can be considered as giving Huang Jing a face. Hehe, as long as we help Huang Tong drag him to kill Lu Chen for a while, it will be no problem and ready to take action."

"Okay." Frost wolf responded and asked, "But gang leader, won't we help Huang Tong kill Lu Chen directly? Lu Chen has only one princess Hei Ling, so that our brother's death and injury will be minimized."

"Idiot." Wu Xin cursed with a sinister smile and said, "Huang Tong hated Lu Chen so much. Let him kill Lu Chen with his hand. The effect is much better than our attack. You go and take over the Qinglong, White Tiger, Ghost Child, and Six-Eyed Four. The others stop those desperate cultivators. As for the Black Peel, you can give it to me. Lu Chen must deal with it personally for Huang Tong."

When Frost Wolf heard this, he laughed out loud and said, "The leader of the gang is wise."

"Haha, do it..."

Dozens of monks in good condition pounced on Qinglong and others with Wuxin's voice.

"Huang Tong, I have no intention of coming to help you..."

The crowd in the melee suddenly saw the dark clouds in the sky pressing down several feet, and figures like flying arrows flew over and changed their colors. When they heard the sound again, they shivered from the bottom of their hearts.

"Wuxin Gang? It's Wuxin Gang, a damn miscellaneous."

"Hmph, Wuxin Gang is a feather between Tiansha and Tianshi. If you had known it, you should have destroyed Wuxin Gang first."

"I'm talking about this, hurry up and fight the enemy."

“…”

"Wuxin?" The four masters surrounded the battlefield, the Qinglong, the White Tiger, the Ghost Child, and the Six Eyes, were all stunned, and then an inexplicable anger surged in their hearts.

Seeing that his side was about to succeed, he trapped Huang Tong to death on the spot, but he didn't expect that Wuxin brought someone to kill him.

"Wuxin?" Huang Tong was stunned at first, but although he was stupid, he was not stupid. At this time, Wuxin Gang could come, and it must be his uncle who played the role.

With a smile, Huang Tong used his sword to storm the attack of the four masters and laughed loudly: "Okay, I don't want to help the great kindness, Huang will write it down. As long as I help Huang for a while, I will definitely thank you very much afterwards."

"Haha, Brother Huang is so polite. As the two giants of Fang Junta, you can be said to be in the same spirit. Brother Huang is in trouble, so Wuxin naturally cannot sit on the wall to watch. Brother Huang, Wuxin will help you stop these people, and Lu Chen will leave them to you." Wuxin said, breaking through the crowd and taking Zuo Qinghan.

"It's just my wish." Huang Tong, who was besieged for a long time and could not use all his strength, smiled happily, and his eyes were filled with ferociousness: "Lu Chen, are you still alive this time?"

"elder brother……"

Seeing Wuxin rushing to kill, Zuo Qinghan felt angry, and boundless demonic energy came out of her body. Standing in front of Lu Chen, Zuo Qinghan was about to defend against the enemy. When she thought something was wrong, Lu Chen was seriously injured. Yu Jin, who was fighting with the two masters, would definitely affect Lu Chen, and she was in a dilemma for a while.

Lu Chen felt Zuo Qinghan's worry, smiled slightly, and said, "Go, let my brother see Han'er's skills, don't worry about me, Huang Tong can't hurt me for the time being."

"Brother." Zuo Qinghan was slightly stunned and immediately smiled brightly. Lu Chen said it was okay, it must be okay. Zuo Qinghan had almost blind trust in Lu Chen's words: "Okay, brother, be careful, Han'er will go back."

"Um."

"Swoosh!" As soon as he nodded, Zuo Qinghan went out hundreds of meters away and came directly to Wuxin. His speed was far beyond Huang Tong, Lu Chen, and Wuxin.

"So fast." Even Lu Chen was deeply surprised at Zuo Qinghan's speed. Unexpectedly, the speed of the demonic energy increased so quickly broke through the mid-stage realm in the blink of an eye, and directly reached the late-stage cultivation level of the fusion: "In the late-stage of an fusion, it seems that I underestimated the girl."

"Damn." Wu Xin came with a sword and didn't take Zuo Qinghan seriously (8). So what about the genius of the demon clan in the past two hundred years? His cultivation time was still short, and he was barely comparable to himself. However, Wu Xin never expected that Zuo Qinghan's demonic energy cultivation level had actually reached the late stage of the fusion: "Damn it, I'm out of sight."

Wu Xin was extremely frightened and angry. If he had known this, he would not dare to take action even if he was given a hundred courage. At worst, he would have escaped from Fang Junta with the gains he had over the past few hundred years.

Now that things have come to this point, Wuxin has no choice. He sweated heavily and lost his previous calmness and shouted to Huang Tong: "Brother Huang, hurry up and do it, I can't hold on for long."

"Soon." Huang Tong also saw the skyrocketing demonic energy on Zuo Qinghan's body, and couldn't help but shudder. The winner was just a moment. He swung away with a sword and blocked several monks in front of him. Under the sharp sword light, three late-stage monks in the late stage of the God-Dispering God burst out with blood flowers, and they were dead without a place to bury them.
Chapter completed!