In the noisy market, a circular formation surrounded by hundreds of masters firmly surrounded Lu Chen Sannian in the middle of the street. Under the feet of the two were corpses piled up like mountains, with blood flowing all over the river. The pungent smell of stench floated up into the sky. Even the masters who stepped out of the sea of ​​blood felt disgusted when they smelled it.

Lu Chen and San Nian stood among them, one was like a proud king, and the other was like an obedient servant under the throne.

The forbidden area of ​​the God of Killing did not dissipate, but continued to rise as Lu Chen's aura increased. In the huge black ring, there was a wind blade flying, frost floating, blood swords hidden, and a fire burning. There was also an unpleasant aura of sharp gold that appeared faintly. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was full of things.

Standing in place so coldly, the extremely powerful spiritual consciousness was like a huge net, covering the terrifying area that was not big but was afraid to enter.

Taoist Li Xiu, Blood Demon Luo Kongxue, Three Thoughts of Evil Buddha, Dazhai... These people all have indignant resentment, but they dare not relax or contempt Lu Chen's words at all.

The previous hammer was Lu Chen's voice. He proved his ability with his strength and shocked everyone present who was known as the masters of the Immortal Realm.

Lu Chen never thought about avenging his past, at least he hadn't thought about it yet. There are many reasons: the Qianyu Sect has not reached the level of truly confronting the five sects and three tribes. Before that, Lu Chen did not want to intensify the conflict and provoke all the terrifying old guys hidden behind this world. And he has the current cultivation level, as long as he is not a particularly terrifying Mahayana master, the Qianyu Sect will be worry-free for a while. This is something that Lu Chen often thinks about when he practices in the quiet space for decades.

In addition, people like Luo Kongxue, Huihai... and others have some uses. Sanyin is not really a demon. He only needs to help him control evil spirits like he treats Lu Dou, and he will definitely restore his original surname. With his surname, if he wants to sincerely let a stubborn and extreme Sanyin Old Buddha work for him, he will fall into a desperate situation. This trap of desperate situation requires the help of Luo Kongxue and others.

Furthermore, as the weapon refining conference is approaching, Lu Chen plans to attend the conference openly and compete with many weapon refining experts. Now it is not the time to break up.

Looking at everyone coldly, Lu Chen didn't care about those masters of the Tribulation Period. He knew that if he wanted to leave safely with Sannian, Huang Hanchong was his biggest obstacle. Sannian killed so many people in the Huang family, and with Huang Hanchong's domineering surname, he would definitely not let himself leave.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and Lu Chen grabbed Sannian's shoulder and jumped into the sky. At the same time, his spiritual sense Purple Mansion was strictly guarded and was always ready to deal with Huang Hanchong's blockade.

As expected, Lu Chen was not wrong at all. The three sons of the Huang family proudly wanted to dominate, and Lu Chen would not let Lu Chen leave. If Lu Chen left, Huang Hanchong would have no place to put his face.

"Stop, no one can leave without Huang's consent. Leave it for me." A cold and harsh shouted, Huang Hanchong's face flashed with a murderous intent, and the colorful cloud sword in his hand pulled out the plum blossom-shaped sword lights, and pulled it up dozens of feet high on the ground, completely blocking Lu Chen and Sannian's way.

Behind Jian Fu, a sword wheel showed seven-colored brilliance. Huang Han shook his wrist and formed a huge sword net, which stabbed towards Lu Chenmao.

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

Taizhou, Chenxiang, Huang family, Jian...

The supreme sword cultivator Huang family has been known as the first sword of all immortals since the Taizhou ancestor Huang Quling started his power. Huang Hanchong obtained the true teachings of Huang Quling and was also taught by immortals. His sword cultivation is the best in the world. This style of "Colorful Clouds and Clouds" is the immortal skill given by the immortal.

The secret swords formed a net, and the majesty was awe-inspiring. In the sword, thousands of sword lights filled the entire sky. Before the sword edge had fallen, the pile of corpses was driven by the sword edge, and thousands of thin and high blood springs were sprayed. The sword energy went straight into the ground, penetrated the surface, causing countless fountains of gray soil to spray out under the blue bricks.

The power of the immortal sword was unstoppable. Lu Chen swung the Haokong hammer and drove the sword lights one after another. The thick hammer power formed a clear contrast with the sharp sword light. One was to exude the domineering power with the thick power of pure Yuan; the other was to use the supreme Mahayana immortal technique to emit the light of treasure light when the sword was used. The two super masters finally fought a grand battle.

"Kill Lu Chen, kill Lu Chen."

The shame and anger that had been suppressed for a long time erupted from the group of Huang family disciples not far away, and everyone was almost crazy. For nearly a hundred years, because Lu Chen and the Huang family were once again and again, they were repeatedly disgraced. As a disciple of the Huang family, they had long been unable to bear the ridicule of the immortal realms. Many disciples even died at Lu Chen's hands one after another. The elders, teachers, and uncles they respected were all slaughtered by Lu Chen alone. This hatred and hatred were finally vented at this moment.

The disciples of the Huang family raised their magic weapons and shouted and cheered for the young master Huang Han to thunder drums. In their eyes, one of the only two Mahayana masters in the Huang family was dispatched, which was the death of the god of killing Lu Chen. The old hatreds and grudges of the previous ones would be cut off from Huang Hanchong's magic sword, and the Huang family would definitely win this time.

"Young Fazu, kill him..."

Being worshipped by his disciples in the sect, Huang Hanchong's self-esteem was greatly satisfied. He believed that no matter how strong Lu Chen's murderous aura was, he could not escape the murder of the Seven Colored Cloud Sword. His expression was full of confidence. In his eyes, Lu Chen, who was struggling to support him below, was simply an ant that was desperate.

"Lu Chen, being able to die under the Colorful Cloud Sword is also considered a blessing for you in your lifetime." Huang Hanchong's tone was filled with disdain and arrogance, and he regarded Lu Chen as an ant.

"Yeah?"

Lu Chen under the sword net was not affected by the surrounding shouting to the sky and the earth, nor was oppressed by the sword force. The arrogance in arrogance was even stronger than Huang Hanchong. He pushed Sannian out of the range covered by the sword net, raised his head and raised his chest, and raised his body. The Haokong God Hammer in his hand danced to the extreme. Thousands of hammer shadows collided with the sword net, making a crisp roar like thunder.

"Huang Hanchong, your Huang family thinks that the world is invincible, but you don't know that there are people above you. There is a saying outside the sky. Lu wants to see how you can kill Lu under the sword. Haha!"

Lu Chen laughed wildly, his laughter was like the huge waves of the sea, his fighting spirit in his eyes was like wildfire burning in the mountains and forests, extending endlessly, and the forbidden area of ​​the Killing God's Forbidden Land increased rapidly under the ascension of the evil path and murderous thoughts.

"Two words kill: cut off the sea..."

"boom!"

A shocking hammer brought out the murderous thought of clouds and mist, and it actually reached a substantial level. It was like a natural chasm broke out from the hammer, and the shadow of the angry hammer instantly divided the sword net into two...

"Bang! Bang!"

With two consecutive collisions, Haokong Hammer and the Colorful Cloud Sword officially confronted each other. In an instant, the earth was shaking, and the tyrannical and murderous aura came from the two magical weapons, causing chaos to spark. The two of them fought together, which was beyond everyone's expectations, and they actually fought equally, regardless of the top and bottom.

The thunderous roar was instantly destroyed, and everyone flew back far away, looking at the two masters in the violent battle with dumbfounded eyes almost falling all over the floor.

"No matter how close you are?"

Who is Huang Hanchong? A true Mahayana master, Lu Chen can actually compete with Huang Hanchong. Is he still a human? How long has he been practicing? Has Lu Chen become a Mahayana master?

"What?" Looking at Lu Chen's powerful skills, Huang Hanchong's expression changed suddenly. He felt the internal strength transmitted from the hammer body. A powerful killing force approached the meridians of the major acupoints, and even reached the internal organs. Huang Hanchong had no choice but to use all his magic power to resist. Nearly one-third of the immortal energy power in the center of the purple palace gushed out, which made the pain significantly improve.

"Mahayana? No? No?" Huang Hanzhong's eyes were full of disbelief. Who could practice so fast? When facing the Colorful Cloud Sword, Lu Chen didn't even have the ability to resist, but now he can tie him. He can't defeat the opponent with all his strength? How many years have passed? How could Lu Chen's entry be so fast?

"Impossible, impossible." Huang Han rushed to activate the colorful cloud sword like crazy. The immortal artifact colored sword swept through the air at a terrifying speed, forming a denser sword net to attack Lu Chen. The air around seemed to be locked firmly by the sword net, and the sound of air being slammed into the air was constantly remembered. The space seemed to explode, filled with dense currents generated by the cracking of space. The space black hole that appeared instantly almost drained the space around Lu Chen in an instant. The air was very uncomfortable.

"Taizhou Emperor's Sword?"

The elders of the Huang family's halls suddenly made a warm cry, and their expression that had just been stagnant and shocked immediately turned into ecstasy. Huang Qinglin said excitedly and inexplicably: "Taizhou Huangji Sword, the twelfth level of Taizhou Sword, is the highest level of Taizhou Sword. I didn't expect that the Young Master of Fa realized the Taizhou Huangji Sword at such an age. Haha, under this sword, the space is broken, and even if Lu Chen is powerful, he will only die."

"Taizhou Emperor Ji Sword?" After hearing this, Li Xiu and others changed their color in horror. The fire was really unclear and asked (7) in confusion: "Master, is the Taizhou Emperor Ji Sword really so powerful?"

Li Xiu nodded solemnly and said, "The Taizhou Sword has thirteen levels, which is a secret that is not passed on by the upper level of the Huang family. It was said that Huang Quling had to take the great way. With the twelfth level of this sword, the Emperor's Extreme Art, a sword temporarily killed two masters of the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Tribulation and a master who had just advanced to the early stage of the Mahayana. He was said to be one of the most powerful sword techniques in the sword cultivators in the Immortal Realm. Unexpectedly, Huang Hanchong's talent was so powerful that he had learned the second level of Taizhou Sword in just 1,800 years."

"Is the twelfth floor the most powerful?" Huo Zhen scratched his head and said in confusion: "What is the thirteenth floor?"

"The Thirteenth level is the magic of the ancient sword immortal, and no one has seen it yet." Luo Kongxue smiled from the side with a smile: "I heard that Huang Quling finally understood the mystery of the Taizhou sword several years ago, and he had to inherit the secret technique of the ancient sword immortal. I guess Huang Hanchong has not reached that level, but the Taizhou Emperor Ji Sword is enough. Even if Lu Chen had just broken through the constraints of the three thoughts, he was able to ride on the early stage of the Mahayana Dao, and under the Taizhou Emperor Ji Sword, there was no possibility of survival."

The two masters' conversations with each other immediately became the focus of attention in the field. When people heard the power of Taizhou Huangji Sword, several cheerful shouts suddenly came from the Huang family, the evil Buddha, and the demon camps.

"Two Wuzhu, if you don't take action, Lu Chen will be in danger..." Green Dou in the southeast, Miao Rui and others looked at Wutong and Wucan anxiously, and kept reminding him.

Wutong Wu Can shook his head, a faint smile hung on the corner of his lips, and said confidently: "Don't worry, since Xiaoyou Lu dares to yell with Huang Hanchong, he must have extraordinary skills. Besides, you and I know Jingxu Space. They have practiced there for thousands of years. How insignificant is the only sword technique. Haha, hehe."

"But, Huang Hanchong's hand is the colorful cloud sword, it is the fairy sword..." Lu Dou said anxiously.

Wutong and Wu looked at each other, and the smile on their faces became even more intense: "Old Jing's disciple, why worry about not having any immortal tools? As far as I can see, the hammer in Xiaoyou's hand is not an ordinary thing."

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