Chapter 628

"If this person's previous means, younger martial brother Yang must be able to defeat him. I'm afraid he also understands the sword in the other party." Zhao Zichuan calmly analyzed.

"Jianao, isn't that possible?" The Dragon roared.

Zhao Yan, Qian Feng, Qian Yuan and others also did not believe it.

"If this person dares to challenge us, there must be others to rely on. It is not impossible to cultivate sword skills."

Zhao Zichuan said this and smiled when he saw long Xiao nodding slightly. His voice changed:

"However, younger martial brother Yang Shen also has a powerful spirit pet, and also has the cultivation achievements in the later stage of xuantianjing. Even if Yang Chen cultivates a sword, he may not be able to defeat him."

"That's good. This man is arrogant. If brother Yang is defeated by him, I don't know how arrogant he will be." said Long Xiao.

"That's right. We must defeat this person so that I don't underestimate our five poisons cult and lingxu valley." Zhao Zichuan said.

"The main reason is that he is too cunning to fight with our lingtianjing experts. Otherwise, how can he be so arrogant?" Long Xiao gave Lu Chen a cold look.

Zhao Zichuan snorted and nodded, no doubt agreeing with this truth.

"No, benefactor Yang is in danger."

Just then, monk Mingkong, who had never spoken, suddenly turned pale.

Long Xiao and Zhao Zichuan hurriedly looked at the speech and saw that the silver giant eagle in front of Yang Shen showed signs of collapse under Lu Chenjian.

"The strength of Yang Chen is so strong?"

Everyone was amazed.

Yang Qi, who was sitting on the rocks, also saw the scene, and a fine light flashed in his long and narrow eyes.

Feng Shenyu was even more surprised. He didn't expect Lu Chen to be so strong.

"Damn it."

Yang Shen, who fought with Lu Chen, had a gloomy face. Bu concealed Yinhui's face was extremely gloomy. The silver light from the palm of his hand was reduced by a few points. Although it was not enough to describe a sharp drop, it was not far away.

Silver light was defeated bit by bit in the competition with poisonous light.

Around Lu Chen's body, the crackling sound kept ringing, and the poisonous light rushed and rolled endlessly. The rhyme produced one poisonous light after another, gathered on the ink sword, and waved and cut it like a piece of practice.

The silver Giant Eagle immediately made a loud noise and kept retreating. The bright silver light on the body surface quickly faded down, and its fierce momentum was greatly reduced.

Yang Shen's face was ugly and his eyes were fixed on Lu Chen. He looked extremely sinister. Looking at the collapsing Silver Eagle, he took a deep breath and shouted:

"Fengshen jiuzhuan skill."

His hands waved with him, and the storms in all directions swept away. One storm after another gathered, and suddenly the wind surged and the wind columns appeared.

Passing over the surface of the lake, the whole lake was shocked, and the silver white glow spread out. The whole lake seemed to turn into a silver lake.

Yang Shen's body suddenly soared and became bigger and bigger. The rage quickly spread out and bloomed into silver, forming silver veins in a shape like a competition.

Then Yang Shen moved his steps, and the void roared, and the white clouds were scattered, as if a real dragon were flying in the sky.

The terrible wind attribute force suddenly swept out. If the Milky Way rushed to the land dust one by one, Yang Shen, who turned into a hundred feet huge, seemed to step in the Milky way and attack the land dust strongly.

"Bang";

The void in front of Lu Chen exploded under Yang Shen's fist, and a destructive force for Lu Chen spread out, and all the vegetation near the lake was powdered.

Within a thousand feet, there is no one.

All the young children who saw this scene showed surprise.

But what surprised them even more was that Yang Shen kept approaching Lu Chen, forming silver dragons on both sides of him, as many as four, crazy rolling towards Lu Chen.

Under such great power, Lu Chen was forced to retreat.

Looking at the magnificent Yang Shen, his eyebrows were wrinkled, his face was dignified, and the ink sword in his hand was tight and tight.

Seeing this, Yang Shen was secretly proud and kept approaching Lu Chen. The four silver dragons around him shuttled through the void, showing the power of heaven and earth, as if they were real silver dragons.

This is the result of Yang Shen's cultivation of nine turns of the wind god to the fourth level. Otherwise, he can evolve nine silver dragons and defeat Lu Chen easily.

But even so, he is still confident.

"Yang Chen, admit defeat."

Yang Shen is a burly man with a blood colored cloak, attracting countless silver light, carrying thousands of silver veins and powerful wind attribute light veins, approaching the land dust step by step.

"Go."

He looked at Lu Chen, showing a ferocious smile and ferocious means. His eyes were burning. He wanted to burn Lu Chen. He drank fiercely in his mouth, and the four silver dragons on both sides rushed out.

At the same time, Yang Shen himself rushed into the air and brought out a silver column of light, which also rotated like a tornado;

Every time you turn it, it will stimulate the violent wind attribute power, and the silver light patterns bloom, which gives birth to a momentum of destroying the withered and decaying.

In this process, there was a mysterious sound, like the true meaning of the storm. Then, there was a sound of "bang bang";

Each one shook the sky, deafening and shaking. The mind swayed, the heart was bold and retreated, and the light of the four silver dragons dimmed.

But in the silver storm, the land dust among the four silver dragons is towering and motionless, like a dark mountain, emitting a breath like the sea and the abyss, which is unpredictable.

In his hand, the ink sword was wrapped by the poisonous light, making a clanking sound, emitting countless black brilliance, and rolled onto the four silver dragons.

The sound of the powerful storm suddenly stopped, and there was only a sense of autumn wind. It seemed that in autumn, all life passed with it.

The constantly surging and rolling water of the lake also stopped. It was like a violent man, suddenly quiet as a virgin, like a graceful girl, showing a kind of tender beauty.

Such a scene is amazing, as if it is not a bloody battle at all, but a beautiful landscape painting, which only has a magnificent side.

When Lu Chen walked among them, the four silver dragons collapsed one by one and turned into countless silver veins.

The silver light fell and disappeared into the lake, which suddenly burst into silver, making the lake seem like a silver lake.

A sense of autumn wind rustled and then spread. People felt that it was not like winter, but more like autumn. Just like spring and autumn, everything withered, and Yang Shen, who was so powerful, also decayed.

The bloody cloak he was wearing was stirred into a powder, and his chest and back seemed to have been hit hard and retreated in a burst of banging.

His red face turned white, the corners of his mouth overflowed with wisps of blood, and his fierce eyes showed a look of horror.

"How is that possible?"

He couldn't accept the result that he could not defeat Lu Chen by using Fengshen jiuzhuan skill. His eyes stared loudly and his voice was almost hoarse, as if a broken Gong was beating.

But Lu Chen didn't seem to have heard this. He walked forward step by step. The silver lines in front collapsed one by one, and a cold breath filled the air.

The scene of the four directions also seemed to be painted with a layer of black brilliance, which changed the color of the people.

Zhao Zichuan also frowned at this.

Yang Shen and Feng Shenyu also looked at Lu Chen.

Yang Shen, who wanted to defeat Lu Chen, was no exception. His dark eyes suddenly glowed with blood, looking a little violent and vicious. He grinned and showed pale teeth:

"Yang Chen, you can't beat me, Feng Linghe. Come out."

Yang Shen's eyes were bright with blood, and his face was ferocious, as if he had lost his mind. Like the fierce beast in the Ziji mountains, when he patted the spirit beast bag around his waist, he saw a white shadow rush out.

The white light then swept over and spread in front of Yang Shen. Lu Chen was surprised when he looked at it. Unexpectedly, Yang Shen's spirit pet turned out to be a wind attribute spirit beast, wind spirit crane.

The wind spirit crane is about ten feet in size, covered with snow-white, with porcelain white feathers. Its two soles are long, blood red, its neck is long, its chest and forehead are bright red, its long mouth is also bright red, and its two eyes are as black as ink, but it shows a dark red light, giving people a very annoying look.

It looked at Lu Chen. Its snow-white wings suddenly expanded, nearly ten feet, shook violently, rolled up a white wind, drew a white light, and rushed towards Lu Chen.

Its speed is extremely fast, almost no less than its master Yang Shen.

Of course, this is mainly because the crane has the cultivation of xuantianjing in the later stage and is powerful. Otherwise, how can it have such speed?

Seeing this, Yang Shen showed a smile on his pale face, and his eyes were even colder. With a strong sense of killing, "Shua", he dragged a silver light and rushed out.

He was one step behind Fengling crane and encircled Lu Chen from the left. It was obvious that he was trying to attack Lu Chen from the left and right.

Seeing this, Lu Chen didn't understand. He immediately grasped the ink sword, ran the poison attribute spiritual power, wrapped a piece of poison light, rushed out, and the ink sword in his hand turned black, and the cold and gray power breath spread.

"Hum." Seeing this, Yang Shen snorted coldly and communicated with Feng Linghe with his thoughts, and together with Lu Chen.

The white light and silver light reflect each other, showing a grand atmosphere. When the loud crane sound sounds, you can see that the wind spirit crane opens its bright red mouth and sprays a white light and fog.

The light fog swept out, and the sound of electric current sounded in an instant, like a light ball, rushing into the landing dust under the hood.

Then, Fengling crane suddenly poked out its bright red claws. If a pair of big iron hooks had just been taken out of the blood pool, he grabbed Lu Chen's shoulder and wanted to tear it apart.

At the same time, Yang Shen crossed his hands, rolled up one silver light pattern after another, and rushed over one wind attribute pattern after another. Like a god of wind, he punched Lu Chen on the head.

"Well, it seems that Yang Chen is dead."

Zhao Zichuan was very happy to see this. As soon as Feng Linghe came out, Lu Chen was no different. So he faced two masters in the later stage of xuantianjing, and the probability of winning was almost half.

Moreover, both Yang Shen and Fengling crane have high advantages in speed.

In contrast, Lu Chen, although he defeated Qianyuan, Zhao Yan, Qian Feng and others in a row, he did not show an advantage in speed. Therefore, even if he had other cards, it was very difficult to win.

Sure enough, under the attack of Yang Shen and his spirit pet Feng Linghe, Lu Chen retreated again and again, his black hair danced disorderly, and his black robe sounded like it was about to be torn apart.

However, the poisonous light around him did not dissipate. It was still thick and dark, emitting a cold and gloomy breath. It passed over the lake like a huge demon shadow.

"Yang Chen, if you have courage, don't step back."

Seeing this, Yang Shen was furious and his eyes were very dark. If the blood god's eyes were blooming with dark red light, they looked extremely violent and showed their murderous spirit.