Chapter 721: Sword spike

The third form of Fengchen Jixian Sword came out with a bit of cold light. Monk Lu suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. What kind of sword is this? How could there be such an extremely heavy feeling? As if under this sword, he was dodging at all and could not escape the shackles of this sword.
At this moment, the falling feather Feijian has transformed from a burst of maggots into a streamer that makes people feel deep and cold, and the sword body exudes a dull death and a heavy breath.
At this moment, Feng Chen struck out with all his strength, and a dazzling savage flew up, like a bright star stream, pouring down.
Feng Chen exhausted the sword with all his strength, how could it be better to escape, not to mention, this is the sword that Feng Chen burned his own hard work without paying, forcibly firing.
Feng Chen's full-strength sword is extremely fast, with bursts of empty sounds. The power of this full-strike can be imagined.
Luo Fei Fei Jian Jian Mang flashed away, with an invincible sword that was invincible, and was beheaded to Monk Lu.
Jianmang screamed, just like the thunder of a rainy day.
"Cut me!" Feng Chen sighed and the blue tendon on his face rose sharply. At this time, the sword that had attacked suddenly raised the speed to the extreme in the void.
Feng Chen's prestige fell, and the boss with monk Lu's eyes stared, feeling the indomitable and irreversible will and killing intention in the sword. It seems that under this sword, he can't even resist, he immediately It was like avoiding this sword, but he found that these swordsman, er, the air machine completely locked him, no matter how he hid, he was under the cover of this swordsman.
This is like a nine-five respect standing in front of your eyes, facing the nine-five respect, except for surrender.
At this moment, monk Lu surnamed it like this, and Feng Chen's sword meant the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.
Brother Lu surnamed his eyes wide and looked at Jian Mang, who was striking at him, and his pale complexion was greenish with the light of Jian Mang.
He subconsciously brushed the dust in his hand to his chest. Due to the high tension and extreme fear at the moment, he forgot to understand the practice of repressing himself.
"Bang!" Suddenly, Jian Mang struck fiercely against Monk Lu's junior magic weapon, and the powerful anti-seismic force immediately flew the dust from Monk Lu.
The intense collision caused a shock in the area of ​​Fangyuan, and the ripples of power contained in the air instantly spread in all directions.
"噗 ...." In one blow, Monk Lu was injured before, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.
Immediately after, "Boom! Ka rub!" A loud noise came out, Jianmang's cast was undiminished, and Feng Chen directly penetrated the entire body of Monk Lu, a sword passing through the chamber, a stream of blood. Sprayed like a fountain, a large transparent hole appeared on its chest.
Yes, one sword spike!
With one sword, this monk with surnamed Lu Xun was beheaded under Fengchen Sword! This sword not only killed Monk Lu, but even his Yuanshen, and was smashed by Feng Chen. There was no chance for him. Yuanshen was destroyed. Monk Lu had no qualifications to rebuild. It can be said that at this moment he has completely dissipated between this world.
"Boom ..." Jian Mang, who passed by a sword, still did not seem to be half-minded, and the remaining power was directly on the mountain behind Monk Lu.
Suddenly a loud noise was heard again, the rocks were flying, a violent air wave burst out, and the mountain was shaken violently by this powerful force.
To be honest, the death of Monk Lu, Feng Chen also never thought of it. Originally, he only irritated Monk Lu with a radical method, in order to give the sister time, but he did not expect it to be awkward, and the sword gave the second monk a second. .
He is also uncomfortable at the moment. He could not use the third form of the immortal sword strategy by his practice. It is reasonable to say that at least mid-yuanyuan practice is required to use this trick, but at this moment he has no choice. I had to forcefully use this trick. When he used this trick, the whole person was apathetic, his face was white like a piece of paper, his throat was gushing, and his brow was slightly wrinkled. The blood was swallowed.
The remaining nineteen monks in the middle period of imagination were stunned, stagnant, standing still, and seemed to disbelieve this at all.
You know, among the monks of the same age, it is difficult for monks to kill people instantly. If it is said that a monk in the middle period of dysfunction wants to kill a monk infancy period or a monk period, it is simply too simple.
But fellow monks, it's really hard to get a spike.
In their eyes, Jiang Yu was already very difficult to deal with. It was unexpected that this boy was just like Jiang Yu and was difficult to deal with.
Especially the leading mountain king, when he felt the undisguised killing on Feng Chen's body, his eyelids jumped.
"Is there anyone who wants to come to death, Lao Tzu must satisfy his wish!" Feng Chen held the Feather Sword and looked around, his voice was somber and cold, a kind of domineering natural born king appeared instantly, as if these people He was not worth mentioning at all.
"....." Under the eyes of Feng Chen's eyes, none of them said anything. They were very clear about the scene that happened just now. They thought they were better than monk Lu, but they couldn't do it in seconds.
"Since no one dares, before Lao Tzu is not angry, get out, don't force Lao Tzu to kill you all!"
Not to mention, Feng Chen is pretending to be like that now. He has a noisy look, and his nostrils are facing the sky. He is betting. If he is gambling, it is a vitality. However, it is a fierce battle. There is only hard drying.
"The king of the king ordered it. We still don't believe that so many of us can't kill them. If we don't kill them, we will die!"
The adult Yang in the yin and yang double evil looked at Feng Chen, and a strong voice came from his mouth.
He understood that if they killed Feng Chen and Jiang Yu together, in the end, they would not escape the pursuit of the city's main government and the Five Elements.
"Dear friends, get your hands on the battle!" Shan Wang ordered decisively, and then stepped out. As soon as he raised his hand, a huge palm grabbed his head toward Feng Chen.
"My Zinima, this dog thing!" Feng Chen didn't seem to think that these people said that they would do it, and wouldn't even say hello. It seems that he hadn't bet on it just now.
Under the grasp of this mountain king, Feng Chen felt that his breathing was extremely depressed, and a feeling of suffocation was suppressed in his chest.
At this time, Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly opened, and his fingers changed. The next moment, her figure appeared beside Feng Chen.
But Jiang Yu's speed was obviously late.
"Hmm ..."
This huge palm was caught on Feng Chen's shoulder. If Jiang Yu had wrapped Zhen Chen with the real yuan, Feng Chen's arm would have been abandoned.
"Oh ..." Feng Chen was under the grasp of Shan Wang, his blood rushed, and he spit out blood.