Chapter 1822: Powerful

This momentum is very strong, and it is constantly rising, as if it has reached the peak of the supreme ancestor god, even some ancestor gods can't help but tremble.
"Oh? This sword is interesting."
The two big figures on the stage, Ji Chuang and Zuo Qi, naturally saw this scene too. Ji Chuang looked at the sword curiously, and based on the cultivation base of the two, the sword would not endanger this.
"Well, it was the sword of that man back then. It was originally a mortal sword. I didn't expect to be practiced to this level by him. I don't know what kind of realm that man is now." Zuo Qi explained, and immediately laughed again. He got up and said: "It seems that the situation is set."
"It's too early for Uncle Qi to say this." Now, I don't know if he believes in Lu Chen or doesn't care about the ancient scriptures, Ji Chuang still looks confident.
"Huh! The dead duck has a hard mouth." Zuo Qi snorted coldly. Ji Chuang's old-school attitude made his elder's face dull.
The screen shifted to Lu Chen's side.
"My son, this person doesn't know what secret method he has used, and he has become so powerful!" Che Lao Yao tremblingly said.
"It's not a secret method, but the sword in his hand. It is a powerful force sealed in that sword, which is now unlocked by him." Lu Chen's heart was also shaking.
"Then can we resist it?" Old Demon Scarlet Fire also asked in a trembling voice.
Lu Chen was silent. If that sword really fell, he was not sure whether they could resist it, and now he could only expect a miracle to happen.
"Hey, you guys, I have actually pushed me to this point." The man laughed evilly, his words intermittently, as if he was suffering something.
He danced wildly like a sword fairy. The black robe on his body was long gone, and his snow-white skin was exposed, leaving only a strange mask.
The man held up the fairy sword with both hands, moving very slowly, as if he had exhausted all his strength. Suddenly, there was a "click" from the man's body, and a burst of blue blood shot out from his snow-white chest.
A deeply visible bone wound appeared on his snow-white chest, and the man snorted dullly, because he could not see the expression with the mask, but judging from the sound, the man seemed to be in pain at this time.
"He is injured!" Old Demon Scarlet Fire shouted.
Needless to say, Lu Chen could see it clearly, but Lu Chen didn't know why.
Immediately afterwards, there were a few more "clicks", accompanied by a few shots of blood flying out.
At this moment, the man is still holding the fairy sword high, and the fairy sword shines with incomparable brilliance in his hands, and that light simply covers the nine days in the sky. But it was too late.
And his body was already covered with terrible wounds, and his body was full of blue blood.
From time to time, the sound of bone cracks sounded, and the man groaned dullly and painfully.
"He can't bear the power of this fairy sword. I am afraid that it is the end of the crossbow." Lu Chen guessed, and immediately shouted: "Come on, even if you kill me, you will die here, let alone we have no grievances and no grudges. , Don’t let it go."
"Hehe...haha...Lu Chen, are you scared?" The man laughed madly, and with a click, a bone flew out of his knee. This is his kneecap. He almost fell when he lost his center of gravity. But he used the other leg to maintain his balance with brute force.
He knew that the sword in his hand couldn't be put down. Once put down, he couldn't lift it up again. The current masked man's thoughts are crazy. There is only one thought in his mind, that is, to kill Lu Chen, even at the cost of his life.
"Why so, who wants to kill me, let him do it by himself, it is not easy to practice, why should he kill his own life for this." Lu Chen lobbied, he dare not act rashly now, hoping to ease the man's emotions and turn the fight into a jade silk.
Although Lu Chen said this, it didn't mean that Lu Chen was a timid person. In Lu Chen's body, the Yin Yang Secret Blood Technique and the Extreme Power were simultaneously used. These two techniques can forcibly improve his cultivation base. The combination of the two is even more terrifying. Lu Chen hasn't used it for a long time.
At the same time, there is Luo Tian's prohibition. This technique is also very powerful. It can fight against the king. Lu Chen has already cultivated to the twenty-sixth level. If he can resist this sword, Lu Chen is not sure, but he is definitely not. It will be caught with nothing.
"The order above is greater than the sky, what is my fate?" When the man said this, a trace of self-deprecating flashed across his face, and he focused his gaze on Lu Chen, saying: "I must take your life today. , Don't blame me."
Hearing this, Lu Chen took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and said, "My life can be given to you, but I still want to ask for one thing."
"Cough cough, say!" The man's eyes became a little loose, but the evil spirit on his body remained undiminished, he coughed slightly, and a trace of blue blood was left along the corner of his mouth.
Lu Chen pointed behind him at Old Demon Chihuo and Old Demon Che, and said, "Let them go."
"Young Master, Brother Lu, don't..." Lu Chen stopped them when they wanted to say something.
"Hehe, unexpectedly, you, Lu Chen, are still a man of love and righteousness, okay! I promise you and let them go." The man was also refreshed, and didn't want other people's lives.
"My son! Big Brother Lu..."
"Go!" Lu Chen drank, pushing several people away with a palm.
"If you dare to come over, don't blame me for hating you!" Lu Chen's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Tian Chi who was still thinking about coming. Tian Chi was stared at him, and he dared not take a step forward.
Lu Chen took a deep breath and said, "Come on."
"Boom!" There was a thunder in Lu Chen's body, his body also staggered, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
This was the price he paid for fusing the Yin-Yang Secret Blood Technique with Extreme Strength, and was backlashed. It's like two tops rotating at high speed in different directions, colliding together, and the power generated is immense.
Lu Chen's aura was rising steadily, and at the same time it brought a tremendous load to his body, even exceeding the load of Lu Chen's body. If it hadn't been for Lu Chen's physical fitness, he would have been crushed.
"boom!"
At this moment, from the peak of Zhixian directly to the ancestor's Lu Chen, I feel that the body has inexhaustible power, far from being comparable to that of the immortal, and it is impossible to compare it. If you have to calculate, you can say that Lu Chen is comparable to the talented Lu Chen. The ratio is more than ten times higher. This ten times is not as simple as adding one to ten. Even a hundred of Lu Chen just now might not be able to match the current Lu Chen.
Not only that, Lu Chen's aura is still improving. At a terrifying speed, his snow-white clothes have long been shattered by energy, revealing a crystal-clear body. This is a manifestation of energy, completely detached from the body. fetal.
Finally, reaching a critical point, Lu Chen urged by the secret method has reached the middle stage of the ancestors at this moment!
This kind of improvement was terrifying, and it made many people around him dumbfounded. Although many people here are the cultivation bases of the ancestors, but feeling the aura of Lu Chen's body, he can't help but feel that he is vague.
"Haha, refreshing, Lu Chen, you are really good." The masked man was not afraid of the pain on his body, holding the fairy sword high in his hands, the two black grunt eyes on the mask bloomed with a strange look.
"puff!"
The man was suppressed by the momentum of the fairy sword and vomited another mouthful of blood. This time it was directly sprayed out. He was almost unable to hold on, and the injury had spread to his body. Even if he wins this time, the masked man may have to. Scrapped.
Lu Chen put away the 33 Heavenly Geng Sword, and then took out the soul blood of Old Demon Che and Old Demon Chihuo, released it, and threw the storage ring at Old Demon Che. His eyes were deep, as if he had seen through nothingness, and said, "Please, please take care of my relatives."
Old Demon Che and Old Demon Chihuo opened their mouths as they looked at them. They couldn't speak for a while, there was some crystal in the corners of their eyes, and they could only nodded heavily.
"No, the son is not treating us badly. We can't let go and save him." Tian Chi shouted hysterically, and You Li cried and pulled him tightly.
Lu Chen ignored it, but turned his gaze to the masked man again, and said, "Come on." The tone was calm and peaceful, like an ordinary trial, as if he didn't regard it as a battle of life and death.
Just like this, Lu Chen stood empty-handed in the air, his body shone like a perfect spar, shining with crystal brilliance.
At this moment, Lu Chen didn't have any overwhelming power, all his power was restrained, peaceful and deep. He is ready.
"Stop! It is strictly forbidden to kill in the rich city." At this moment, a murderous team arrived, Li said. Want to stop the fight between the two.
But neither of them paid any attention. Immediately afterwards, several Hongxia rushed from all directions in an instant, all of them were shocked by the breath of the two in the rich city.
"The disciple of the thousand sects, this time we are dispatched again." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a dignified body and handsome appearance. One pair of eyes shot Hanxing, and two eyebrows were as muddy as paint. With a broad chest, he is invincible.
"Master." Ji Chuang stepped forward and bowed.
The visitor was Ge Chuang, one of the strongest in the rich city, with a glorious record and being respected by thousands of people.
"Huh! Ge Ding, you finally dared to come out." Zuo Qi snorted coldly.
"Ge Ding, how did you and me count the eight gods?" At this moment, another voice sounded, it was a man, who spoke with great ambitions. The heart is bold, like a lion that shakes the sky under the clouds. Strong bones and muscles, like a brave on the seat.
"It's Zuo Xiu, the boss of the Eight Gods!" someone exclaimed.
"Enough, enough, Ge Xiu, you don't mention those old things." The speaker was a middle-aged beautiful woman.
She has an embarrassing red pointy chin, is wearing a pink and white embroidered satin satin straight-collared gown with pink and white embroidery, primrose embroidered impatiens skirt, and is wearing a lotus-colored pinch-tooth floral suede. Smooth long hair, elegant and chic hairpin on the head, lightly and slowly curled cloud temples with dense wax flower hairpin inlaid with jade, and a coral hand cymbal on the hand that looks like a creamy skin, and pink blue embroidered gold flowers on the waist. The pattern is tapered, and the feet are embroidered with embroidered sheepskin shoes. The whole person looks like an autumnal moon.
An old man stepped out of the void, with a bronze face, a pair of bell-like eyes, and a wisp of goatee floating on his pointed chin, looking old.
The old man said: "Sun Ji, you don't want to say a few words. I calculated a hexagram before going out today. The hexagram shows that today is a good day. Why do you go out to hear you quarreling here? My old bones are tired of talking. , Let me persuade me, is it appropriate.
Although the old man was tired of talking, he really spoke with a strong and powerful voice like Hong Zhong.
Everyone seemed to give the old man's face, shut up and stopped talking.
"The people from the City Lord's Mansion should have arrived long ago, and Lan Yu? Why haven't they arrived yet?" the old man said, his voice resembling a bell and drum.
"Thank you, Yuhu-senpai, for remembering the juniors. Don't the juniors come now?" Another woman's voice came. This voice was pleasant to the ears, and the sound was like an ying.
With a sweet voice, a void door opened from the old man, and a young woman walked out.
This woman has silver-white hair and icy blue eyes that is becoming more and more indifferent. Her heroic face is like an immortal. There is always an attractive temperament on her body, which has nothing to do with her good appearance. Associated. At this moment, she was desperately cold, like a bloodthirsty fairy.