Chapter 411

The three looked at each other and nodded to each other. The same message was conveyed in their eyes, and they killed Lu Chen as quickly as possible.

"I didn't expect you to have the Royal tiangan scroll. No wonder you are so confident." Ding Zhan bit his teeth, and his mean face was full of unwilling. Just now, he imagined that he would blow up the other party with one punch and get back the field, but when the other party took out the tiangan scroll, all the limelight was robbed.

"Don't you agree? Don't you agree? Take out the treasure of the temple!"

With that, Lu Chen urged the tiangan painting scroll again, and the idea moved. The painting scroll turned into a huge mountain. With unparalleled strength, the mountains were suppressed. In addition to urging tiangan scroll, Lu Chen was not idle. He also urged yuanshibaoshan to smash several people. The Longyuan sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake. Once his fangs were exposed, it could be fatal.

"Be careful, everyone."

Seeing the tiangan scroll suppressed again, Kun Feng took the initiative to stand in front of Ding Zhan and Yuan Xiaohe. He took out a long black gun from the space ring, shook his wrist and turned it regularly. An unfathomable momentum erupted from Kunfeng.

The third section of bajijing!

Feeling the strength emanating from Kunfeng, countless people opened their eyes. Although they knew that Kunfeng was strong, they didn't expect it to be so strong.

"The pole of thunder, the pole of fire, the pole of wind, chasing electricity, Sancai gun!" Kunfeng showed his famous skills. It must be said that the three peaks of genius are one attack.

When the three forces were combined, a tricolor light burst out at the tip of the gun and went straight to the tiangan painting axis.

Boom!

A sound like nine days of thunder sounded, a wave of destruction broke out, Lu Chen's idea moved, and the tiangan painting axis blocked in front of him, dissipating all forces into invisibility.

Several people separated into two camps again. Lu Chen held Longyuan sword in one hand and Tianyuan Baoshan in the other hand, and the tiangan painting scroll on his head went up and down. Seeing him like this, countless people's cheeks twitch. They are about to wake up with a magic weapon, but Lu Chen is good. Every weapon in his hand is a magic weapon, and even a town treasure such as tiangan painting scroll.

People are so angry!

Ding Zhan, Yuan Xiaohe and Kun Feng don't look good. Although Lu Chen's strength is not strong, the three treasures in his hand are too powerful. Even if they work together, they don't necessarily have a chance of winning. But if you lose to Lu Chen, others will say that the three heroes of the Holy Church are not as good as Lu Chen. This is not only to lose their company, but also to lose the face of the Holy Church. It is by no means allowed by them.

"Brother Kun, what shall we do now?"

"He's just a magic weapon. We don't have it." Yuan Xiaohe's voice is still very calm. As the three heroes of the temple, they have also experienced many big scenes. Naturally, they will not be frightened by the magic weapons shown by Lu Chen.

Kunfeng also nodded and said, "younger martial sister yuan is right. Our temple disciples will not be frightened by just a few magic weapons. Next, I will restrain him and you will take the opportunity to kill him."

Immediately, the three made plans again. After making the battle plan, Kun Feng took the lead in launching an attack on Lu Chen. He is the most powerful of the three. Only he can really contain Lu Chen who can give full play to the tiangan painting axis.

Yuan Xiaohe and Ding Zhan didn't stop either. They ran around Lu Chen, looking for opportunities to start.

Lu Chen understood the tactics of the three at a glance, and the other party didn't hide it, because even if Lu Chen saw through their plan, he couldn't think of a good way. Lu Chen's eyes are turning. No one knows what he is thinking. What he wants is not to defeat the three heroes of the Holy Church!

Roar!

On one side, Ning Xiaochuan roared upward in his mouth. At this time, he was wrapped in black gas, and the smell of the eight pole realm became more and more strong.

Opposite him stood a fat man who was almost like a meat ball. At this time, the fat on his face was almost twisted. He said to himself, "freak, this guy's strength has increased again, and he's almost close to the second section of the octupole. Damn poison man, damn white face."

For Ning Xiaochuan, whose face is more beautiful than women and whose strength has increased so strangely, the fat man's heart is full of resentment.

As a fat man who can't find a girlfriend for a long time, and a fat man who has been discriminated against for a long time, it's no wonder that he will be full of envy for Ning Xiaochuan, who is so handsome.

"Xiaobailian, today I'm going to beat you into a pig's head. I want all the beauties in Wangdu to know that xiaobailian is useless. My God, you dare to do it first..." the fat man's resentment has not been vented, and Ning Xiaochuan's attack has hit him.

The black air all over the sky came towards him.

Ning Xiaochuan, who practiced poison King Sutra, added the soul seal of his ancestors. Now the poison gas he released is very terrible. Seeing these poisonous gases, the fat man couldn't care about his thoughts. He took a fierce breath. His stomach, like a water tank, began to shrink rapidly, while his chest grew at a terrible rate. In the blink of an eye, his chest increased to an exaggerated degree.

Hoo!

When he grew up, his mouth blew fiercely. At this time, he was like a huge exhaust fan. The strong wind like a storm came out of his mouth and dispersed the black air in the sky. This blow lasted for several minutes until all the poison gas was blown away, and the face full of fat showed satisfaction again and said, "what about the little white face? Your little insect carving skills are useless in front of the fat Lord."

Ning Xiaochuan is fighting, and Lu Yunguang and others are also fighting to a critical moment, especially Lu Yunguang. He has involved several opponents and is now very laborious.

Lu Chen naturally knows that their current situation is not very good, otherwise they will not challenge the three heroes of the holy church at one time, hoping to deter their opponents. The internal force in the meridians boils when the two hands are sealed. In an instant, the five elements internal power, poison gas, fierce gas, soul power and other energies are integrated into one. Now Lu Chen has reached the peak of nirvana. When all kinds of forces are integrated into one, his strength is enough to match that of people in the eight pole state.

Feeling the change of his breath, Kun Feng and Yuan Xiaohe became particularly dignified. In their view, Lu Chen just hid his strength, and now it is his real strength. A master of the eight pole realm with three terrible magic weapons, the threat is by no means comparable to that of Lu Chen just now.

"Kill!"

Urging his strength to the extreme, Lu Chen took the initiative to attack again, and the target was Kunfeng who came to him. Among the three people, Kun Feng has the strongest strength and the greatest threat. Catch the thief and the king first. As long as you kill Kunfeng, Yuan Xiaohe and Ding's fighting will also be greatly reduced.

Overhead, the tiangan scroll becomes extremely violent. As the treasure of the country, the most terrible thing about the tiangan scroll is the power of mountains and rivers. Now, driven by the land dust, the power of mountains and rivers is diffuse, and the power of the whole mountains and rivers is blessed on it.

"Jue long gun!"

Kun Feng roared, his muscles rose like a hill, and the whole person was like molten iron, full of beauty. A terrible murderous spirit erupted in his eyes, and his whole body was urged to the extreme. Although he knew the horror of tiangan scroll, Kunfeng did not retreat. As the first of the three heroes of the Holy Church, he had his own pride and strong self-confidence. Regardless of any enemy, he can destroy it with an iron gun in his hand.

He has never failed before and will not fail today!

Aung!

A dragon chant came from the black gun in his hand, and the black gun shone brightly. At this time, the iron gun in his hand turned into a black dragon hundreds of feet and hit the tiangan painting axis. The black spear in Kunfeng's hand is not an ordinary thing. It is made of the spine keel of the descendants of the real dragon and countless divine iron. Although there is a gap compared with tiangan painting scroll, it is also a rare weapon in the world.

As an opponent, Lu Chen can clearly feel the power of this blow. He urges yuanshibaoshan to hit the black dragon.

The black dragon's head shook and flew out of yuanshibaoshan directly. At this time, the mountain and river of tiangan painting axis suppressed and wanted to suppress the black dragon under the mountain and river.

"Ding Zhan, let's do it!"

Now Lu Chen is fighting Kunfeng with all her heart. Naturally, she will not miss such an opportunity. When her hand turned over, there was a small bronze pot in her hand. She patted it gently. The pot rose in the wind and became nearly a hundred feet in size.

All kinds of ferocious monsters are engraved on the green Tung pot. They look different and show a fierce and cruel color. Their lifelike appearance is frightening.

"Wild demon pot!"

Seeing the bronze magic pot in the air, many people couldn't help taking a breath. For decades, it was a notorious monster. At the beginning, the wild demon pot was obtained by a murderer. The Holy Church paid a heavy price of nearly 100 people to get rid of the murderer. It was the most disastrous battle of the Holy Church in hundreds of years.

To everyone's surprise, the Holy Church handed such a fierce thing to a charming woman.

Seeing yuan Xiaohe take out the wasteland demon jar, people began to worry about Lu Chen again. Yuan Xiaohe didn't care what these people thought. Her hands kept printing. With the change of her seal, the monster patterns on the wild demon pot became clearer and clearer, as if they were going to run out of the magic pot.

Roar!

Ow!

The endless roar of monsters came from the wild devil pot. I saw several virtual shadows of monsters nearly a hundred feet in size drilling out of the wild devil pot, and then fixed in the four directions to trap Lu Chen in the middle.

Tiangan scroll was restrained by Kunfeng, and I was trapped by the demon spirit of the wild demon pot. Lu Chen fell into an unprecedented desperate situation. Even he felt that his connection with tiangan painting axis was getting weaker and weaker. The other party actually wanted to take the opportunity to cut off his connection with tiangan painting axis and seize this treasure.

"Lost, Lu Chen has no chance at all."

"Although he lost, Lu Chen is proud to be able to force the three heroes of the holy church to this point."

"Yes, if it weren't for his arrogance, he would have a chance to surpass the first jiekun peak."

The people who saw this scene couldn't help feeling that although Lu Chen relied on the tiangan scroll, it was really not easy to force the three heroes of the holy church to this point. Seeing Lu Chen still struggling, many people shook their heads. Now Lu Chen is bound by the spirits of four monsters. It's only a matter of time before he fails.

Hoo Hoo!

Lu Chen breathed heavily. The battle just now overdraw too much of his strength. Now he is almost exhausted. He also knows that if he goes on like this, he can hold on for at most one minute, but today he can't lose. Once he loses, not only him, but the whole Lu family may overturn.