Chapter 673: : Top of the Altar 2

"Grandpa Long, is this person a pervert?" Nangongqin asked with a look of surprise.
"His strength is very strong. Could it be that he has cultivated a special physical technique." The old man surnamed Long said in shock.
He is worthy of being a powerhouse in the Late Heaven-Through Stage, and he can see the changes in Lu Chen at a glance.
You know, if Lu Chen had encountered such a situation before, there would be absolutely no hope that he would fall on this altar, but now he has cultivated ninety-nine layers of profound art, and his physical strength alone After reaching ten thousand catties, why would you be afraid of them?
This is also where he shows his true strength.
The Qinglian Sword swept out. With him as the center, the samurai and disciples from all directions were chopped into two by lazy waist, and the intestines mixed with blood fell under his feet.
In the next moment, nearly ten corpses fell around him, his hair, cheeks, and clothes were stained red with blood. With a cold look in his eyes, he looked more terrifying than death.
On the altar, there were more than 500 people, but at this moment, the collective lost their voices, only the cool breeze blowing, blowing a thick blood mist, and splashing on everyone.
They were all shuddering as if they were poured with cold water.
You know, on this altar, it is impossible to use spiritual power, but Lu Chen used physical power and his own power to kill more than a dozen powerful warriors. Is this a human?
With blood dripping all over, he is simply a humanoid monster.
The disciples of the major forces, headed by Long Xiao, Zhao Zichuan, Lin Wanfeng, and Zhao Xin, were all startled, and their faces showed fear, because with their physical power, they wanted to kill a warrior. Difficult.
Sha Xingtian, who was originally worried about Lu Chen's safety, gave a sigh of relief.
Lin Tianchi, Jin Qiuzhong and Nangongqin who hoped that Lu Chen would be killed were all panicked under the altar.
"What's great, isn't the physical body stronger?" Nangongqin gritted his teeth, and the resentment in his heart was deeper.
Looking at Lu Chen’s Feng Chaoge, there was a little surprise in her star-and-moon-like eyes, and her mood became complicated for a while, but she felt that Lu Chen's killing precepts in such a way would not be let go by several major forces. he.
Sure enough, Ling Xudu, Yang Yuanshi, Song Yingtian, Lin Zhongtie, Cheng Gufeng, Cao Yan and others all had their faces sinking. They showed killing intent, and Cao Yan said fiercely: "All the disciples of the Blood Banner Gate will go up. Even the consumption will kill him to the old man."
"kill him."
Several people in Ling Xudu also issued orders to kill Lu Chen.
Although Lu Chen's physical strength is strong, so many people can kill him no matter what.
The reason is simple. Without using spiritual power, it is difficult to sustain it for a long time with physical strength alone.
The disciples and warriors of several major forces acted again under the orders of Ling Xudu and others. Some self-proclaimed clever disciples first exited the altar, then took out their weapons, and rushed to slay Lu Chen.
However, Lu Chen dismissed it, because the Qinglian sword was a mid-level weapon of heavenly sharpness, and he had cultivated nine-nine layers of profound arts, which made him infinitely powerful.
Looking at Long Xiao and the others above, he grinned, showing his white teeth, then grabbed the Qinglian Sword, and walked towards them step by step, saying plainly: "You will all die here today."
The Qinglian sword dragged on the steps, making a long sound of clank, and the sword light shone in all directions, showing a sense of killing.
"kill him."
Long Xiao and a few people were chilled for no reason, their expressions changed slightly, and they screamed.
"kill!"
Those warriors with strong limbs and muscular muscles stepped forward one after another, swept forward with fists, palms, or legs, trying to capture Lu Chen with extremely rough movements.
"Dead!" Lu Chen smiled coldly at the fist that hit him, waved the Qinglian sword and slashed it up. With a "click", he split the fist from it, and then chopped it on his arm.
"Ah." The samurai's eyes widened with pain, and he let out a stern cry. However, even more pain was still behind, and Lu Chen chopped off his entire arm.
While the blood was splashing, Lu Chen kicked him off, and then the Qinglian sword swung out. The pierced weapons all shattered, and five or six disciples splashed blood on their chests, and they were about to go out.
"Puff!"
A warrior was beheaded by Lu Chen.
"what--."
Another samurai was split into two by Lu Chen's laziness.
"puff--!"
A warrior was split in half by Lu Chen.
The blood splashed and spilled out, making Lu Chen's body covered with blood.
He was like a blood god, stepping on the steps, and constantly approaching Long Xiao and others.
In a scream of screams, all the samurai and disciples in front of him fell under his feet.
The ancient altar, blood flows into a river!
The disciples and samurai who surrounded them all showed shock when seeing this.
Long Xiao's faces turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, because at this moment, they really felt the breath of life and death.
"Block him!"
Xin Zhao was terrified, finger Lu Chen and yelled sharply.
"Protect the eldest son."
The warriors and disciples of the Blood Banner Gate stepped forward and attacked Lu Chen, because they couldn't use spiritual power, it looked like a group of ordinary people were fighting.
But when Lu Chen slashed the Qinglian sword, the screams and the screams of bright blood were telling everyone in the audience that this was a killing.
One after another corpses would be under Lu Chen's feet, and blood was dripping on the steps.
Everyone on the altar could smell the pungent smell of blood, and saw a disciple and warrior of the famous Blood Banner Gate die under the Lu Chen sword.
He approached Cao Rong step by step.
"Quick..." Xin Zhao almost roared out, in the blood pupil that was born with him, it turned out to be desperate.
Knowing this long ago, he would no longer enter the Tianyuan mining area.
He regrets now;
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.
"Puff" sounded;
He knelt down at Lu Chen's feet, with blood on his knees. The moment it splashed out, the Qinglian Sword had already swept across his neck, and his head rolled down at Lu Chen's feet.
"Ah! Lu Chen child, the old man swears not to be a man if you don't kill you." Cao Yan saw Xin Zhao's body, his old eyes suddenly glared, and his face screamed in anger.
You know, Cao Rong is dead, and only Xin Zhao is the heir of the Blood Banner Gate. Now even Xin Zhao has died in Lu Chen's hands, so who is going to inherit the Blood Banner Gate?
If Cao Wushang were here, he would be crazy.
But Lu Chen sneered and kicked Xin Zhao's head off the altar. After an indifferent glance at Cao Yan, his cold eyes fell on Long Xiao and the others, and said, "Now it's your turn."
Hearing this, looking at Xin Zhao who was in a different place, Long Xiao and the others turned pale, with cold sweat on their ears and temples, they only felt a cold back and back again and again.
At this moment, they no longer doubt Lu Chen's words.
He dared to kill Xin Zhao, so he dared to kill them.
"Kill him, kill him!" Lin Wanfeng roared hysterically.
"Let's do it together." Zhao Zichuan also urged the warriors and disciples of the Five Poison Sect. The voices were trembling, showing his inner panic.
"Kill kill kill!!!" The warriors of several major forces glanced at each other. Although they were a little afraid, they still suppressed the fear in their hearts and stepped forward, showing a hideous look, wanting to kill Lu Chen in order to make a great contribution.
After all, no matter how great Lu Chen was, there was only one person. They were besieged by hundreds of warriors, couldn't he still kill him? But they still underestimated Lu Chen.
The green lotus sword cleaved out, and a large blade of sword light still bloomed, and the blood blossoms bloomed, and the corpses fell under Lu Chen's feet.
Lu Chen stepped on their bodies and approached Long Xiao and others step by step.
The cold breath, the bright blood, the sharp eyes, and the solemn murderous aura, like a force, radiated from Lu Chen, and pounced on it.
A "puff puff puff" sound followed, and blood splashed to every corner of the altar.
Except for the disciples of Lingxu Valley, Wumeng, Confucian Academy, Five Poison Sects, and Blood Banner Gate, and warriors, disciples of other sects retreated one after another. Even Feng Shenyu did not know when to retreat back.
As for Ming Kong, who had made friends with Long Xiao and others, he didn't mean to intervene, and took the disciples from the Bodhi Academy to avoid Sanshe.
The corpse also stood on the other side indifferently, watching from the sidelines.
Lu Chen was like a of death, everyone was afraid when they saw it.
Under the altar, Ling Xudu, Yang Yuanshi and others saw this situation, their old faces were particularly gloomy, as if they were dripping blood.
The blood corpse will look left without saying a word.
The two sword masters, Zhiyang and Kuanglong, were shocked;
They never expected that Lu Chen would bring them such a surprise, this kid hides deep enough!
Seeing the strong, sturdy, muscular warriors dying under Lu Chen's sword, they looked at Ling Xudu and others with exceptionally wonderful expressions.
The elders of other denominations are no exception.
You know, if Long Xiao, Zhao Zichuan, and Lin Wanfeng were all killed by Lu Chen, then it would be a great loss for the three major forces!
"You go up with the old man's weapons, be sure to kill him." Ling Xudu said to the remaining warriors behind him, his old face coldly, and waved out several heavenly intermediate weapons.
"Yes."
The warriors in Lingxu Valley hurriedly nodded and rushed to the altar with a mid-level weapon.
"You guys go too."
Seeing this, the five veterans Yang Yuanshi, Lin Zhongtie, Song Yingtian, Cheng Gufeng, and Cao Yan also sent the last subordinates in succession, all holding the heavenly weapons they had bestowed.
The root of all this lies in the Qinglian sword in Lu Chen's hand, which is a mid-level weapon of the heavenly rank. To kill Lu Chen, the Qinglian sword must be destroyed.
Without the Qinglian Sword, Lu Chen would be like a tiger without teeth, and would let them kill.
It's a pity that Lu Chen moved his hands faster than they thought, and hardly gave them time to maneuver.
The screams sounded in the hot blood, and the murderous air quickly spread on the altar, swept across Long Xiao and the others, making them feel like falling into an ice cave, their legs trembling.
At this moment, they felt the fragility of life.
Bloody severed hands and feet, and headless corpses spraying blood, covered every step.
Seeing this, the samurai who rushed up with a heavenly weapon at the bottom also turned pale.
When they stepped on the blood, corpses, and broken hands and feet on the steps, they felt even more numb on their scalp.
You know, the disciples and warriors of several major forces totaled more than a hundred people, but now they were mostly killed by Lu Chen.
Behind him, the bodies almost piled up into a hill.
"Run, run away."
Long Xiao, Lin Wanfeng, and Zhao Zichuan were all scared.
When they were outside, they could still fight Lu Chen with their initial cultivation base in the spiritual world, but now they have almost no resistance to Lu Chen.
Because Lu Chen not only possesses the Qinglian Sword, but also possesses powerful physical strength, no matter how strong the body is, no matter how strong the body is, the samurai will not be able to compete with Lu Chen.