Chapter 1728: Wan Jian Wan Lei Jue!

Recovering the seven Nine Palaces, Lu Chen walked out of the Biluo Pagoda with some loss and returned to the palace complex of the magnificent Bishui Palace.
As soon as he stepped out of the Biluo Pagoda, Lu Chen frowned and turned his head to look over the roof of a large hall.
Above the eaves with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, a cloud of black mist was encircled, transforming into various shapes.
"Hehe... Your Excellency is really good at it. I actually broke into the depths of the blue sea, making me look for it for a while!" The black mist seemed to feel Lu Chen's gaze, and then floated down, lightly. On the ground.
The black mist spread out silently, revealing the figure hidden inside.
It was a man who looked very young, but on his handsome face, he was full of gloomy and weird smiles.
"It's from the Black Cloud Palace again? Can't you wait to die?"
Hearing Lu Chen's words, the corners of the man's mouth were wide open: "I don't know how your Excellency would have such courage to attack us in the Black Cloud Palace! However, from now on, you are a dead person! Remember! Oh my name! I am Zhou Qing of the Black Cloud Palace, you can call me the of death!"
"Reaper? Come on you!"
Lu Chen snorted: "Stop sullying such a handsome term!"
"you wanna die!"
Zhou Qing's face became even darker. With a grasp of his hand, a black air rippled out of his body, rotating around his body twice, and finally turned into a black sickle.
Although the sickle was dark, it exuded a fierce air. The handle of the sickle more than two meters long and the blade of nearly one meter seemed to make people panic.
"With a sickle, you really think you are a of death?" Lu Chen smiled disdainfully, but when he turned his hand, he sacrificed the Sky Thunder Orb.
In Zhou Qing’s sickle, a breath of death slowly lingers. Obviously, under this sickle, there are already many people who are already drinking hatred. A weapon that wants to be full of death, the only The way is to kill. And such a fierce aura is obviously not something that can be created by killing one or two people. It's no wonder that Zhou Qing, who claims to be a of death, is definitely from the blood of the corpse mountain. Honed out.
"act recklessly!"
Zhou Qing obviously didn’t. Lu Chen put it in his eyes:
Don’t think you’re awesome after escaping twice in the Black Cloud Temple. The strength of the Black Cloud Temple is not something you people can guess! Now I advise you to protect the sky. Hand over the Secret Art, I can leave you a whole body!"
"Fight if you want, where is so much bullshit!"
Lu Chen snorted coldly, turned his hand, and suddenly purple thunders flew over the sky, slashing towards Zhou Qing.
To deal with this kind of weapon with ample energy, the damage of thunder is much higher than that of flying swords.
"Shishan and blood!"
Zhou Qing snorted coldly, and then he slapped his feet. Suddenly, a black mist filled his black sickle. In an instant, it filled the surroundings of his body. Amidst the black mist, one after another was broken. The limbs stretched out, like a group of corpses unwilling to die.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Purple thunder fell in the sky, hitting on the broken limbs and arms. Suddenly, most of the limbs were directly wiped out in ashes, but in the black mist, more debris was drilled out at a faster speed. , Use your body one by one to block the lightning.
"What kind of exercise is this?"
Lu Chen frowned. He could feel the resentment among those ruined corpses. Obviously, these corpses were actually the lives slaughtered by those sickles.
"Do you know why I am called the God of Death? Because I not only kill people, but I can also manipulate those who are killed by me!" Zhou Qing smiled contentedly, and with a wave of the huge sickle, it was straight in the air. In, a crack was opened.
In the cracks, life was filled, and there was a weird rumbling sound.
Gradually, the noise subsided, but then, the huge arm came out of the crack. Immediately, the arm seemed to smile at the crack, and he tore the crack abruptly to make it bigger, and a giant almost ten meters high, gradually got out of the crack.
Lu Chen was almost sickened by this thing.
This thing seems to be made up of countless corpses. All over the whole body, there are long broken limbs and heads glued together, and even on the body, there is still a strip that looks like intestines. s things.
As soon as the giant came out, the big copper bell-like eyes locked Lu Chen and Feng He firmly, his long tongue dripping with blood, and he kept licking his lips.
"Come on!" Zhou Qing lazily ordered, and immediately after that huge pieced-up corpse, he roared straight at Lu Chen. Before he was in shape, there was a purple-black blood in his mouth spraying towards Lu Chen. .
Lu Chen shot out a beam of thunder and blasted the blood to smash. Then he put away the sky thunder beads, and a phantom of the sacred sword appeared in his hand. A golden sword qi pierced the blood, and it had already cut the giant On the arm.
Suddenly, the sharp sword aura exploded, and the giant's left arm was directly turned into dust, and countless broken limbs flew around. Lu Chen frowned in disgust. He slapped his fingers, and suddenly a cloud of condensed in the sky. The flame, this flame has eliminated all the corpse fragments in the sky in an instant. Then the flame turned into a fire phoenix, screaming towards the giant.
"boom!"
The Fire Phoenix was exploded with a punch by the giant, and the blood on his body completely annihilated the flames in the sky. Immediately, the giant wriggled, and another group of stumps and broken arms came from the wound on his right arm. Grow out.
"I go!"
The level of the giant’s psychological attack far surpassed his power. Lu Chen was so disgusted that he almost vomited, and he was not merciful at the moment, with the sky thunder bead in his left hand and the sacred sword in the right hand, his true essence gushing out with all his strength. Suddenly the sky was flooded with purple thunder and golden sword energy.
"Ten Thousand Swords and Thousand Thunders!"
Lu Chen casually gave this move a name, but it still felt quite appropriate, because now in the sky, there are tens of thousands of sword shadows of the Hongmeng Holy Sword, and on top of these sharp sword shadows, there are Surrounded by a purple thunder filled with supreme pressure, it looks domineering.
"drop!"
With Lu Chen's light rant, suddenly, the shadow of the thunder sword fell in the sky, like a heavy rain, cleaning the three hundred meters of land in front of Lu Chen.
The giant struggled to resist, and his body was constantly squirming to regenerate, but how could he resist the endless offensive of flying swords and gods? After struggling for half a minute, it was still completely turned into powder, and even the sky full of blood was dissipated by the smoke of the purple thunder.