Resurrection of spirit energy: I really don't want to be prodigal!

After mastering the skills of the grand master level, Lu Xingchen's current strength has reached the realm of a junior grand master.

Coupled with a master-level swordsmanship, his strength is second to none among high-level masters.

Although the sword in his hand was incomplete, after the aura was poured into it and all the charms on it were activated, the sword became an out-and-out weapon.

Lu Xingchen is not yet clear about the effect of the spell on it, but now that the sword is in his hand, it gives him a feeling of weightlessness.

It's as if the sword in his hand is weightless, and it has become one with his palm, and he has a feeling of doing whatever he wants before he uses any moves.

At this moment, he was full of confidence, and the enemy in front of him seemed to be nothing to fear.

"bring it on!"

At this time, the other party roared and raised his palm.

All of a sudden, the palm of his hand was overwhelming, and the opponent was so aggressive that he killed him in an instant.

As for Lu Xingchen, he raised his sword and stabbed it. The broken sword, which was originally incomplete, was covered with a layer of sharp brilliance after he struck.

At the same time, there seemed to be an extra foot of sharpness on the broken sword edge. Although it was vague and unreal, it was extremely sharp.

The old man had just exchanged a move with him, and the phantom of the sword's edge touched his clothes, leaving wounds on it immediately, the cloth was torn, and even the old man's body had a few more bloodstains.

"Transforming form with gas? How is it possible! You are only young, and it is absolutely impossible to master this secret technique!"

Although the opponent was hit by this trick, although it was not serious, it made him very nervous.

The old man looked down at his chest, there were several scars on it, his expression changed drastically, his eyes were much colder.

"I didn't expect to be a master. Let me ask you, kid, who are you? Where did you learn from?"

"I'm just an unknown kid, and my cultivation depends entirely on comprehension!"

Lu Xingchen responded with a smile, and the other party couldn't help but fly into a rage.

"Smart teeth, the old man will make you regret making a move today!"

The old man roared, his hands danced all over his body, and immediately there were several palm shadows around him. At first glance, it seemed that the other party had grown countless hands, like a god with three heads and six arms.

But these are just some tricks, after the two fought again, Lu Xingchen swung a few swords casually, and those palm winds dissipated instantly, and finally only two fleshy palms were left, which collided with the sword in his hand, sending out a burst of blows. There was a crisp sound, and pieces of fire burst out of it.

"Hehe, what, the old man's pair of iron hands, how could you, a junior, be able to resist?"

The old man looked smug, stretched out his hands, and took the sword with his bare hands.

The other party's fingers seemed to be forged from fine steel, and with a slight touch, you could hear the sound of steel colliding.

Moreover, from time to time, there was a strong tremor from the sword, which was obviously the shock feeling that would only be produced when touching a hard object.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting between the two, there was no clear winner, and the old man was able to match him with just a pair of iron hands.

Not only that, the complexion on the other party's face did not change, the other party's age was high but his mental strength was not inferior to his young age.

From this point of view, it is impossible for the opponent's strength to be lower than that of the middle-level grand master.

What's more, in the case that the other party didn't make a real move, he couldn't make a fool of himself by relying on the weapon.

Not only that, the longer he dragged on, the worse the situation became for them.

Thinking of this, Lu Xingchen resolutely gathered all his strength and started again.

As the commander-in-chief of this operation, and at the same time the object of allegiance of Huafeng and others, he must show considerable strength, so that the other party can respect him and be convinced.

Afterwards, Lu Xingchen directly activated all the talismans, his figure suddenly accelerated, and countless afterimages suddenly appeared on the sword in his hand, just like the old man's previous moves.

But the opponent was just a false move, but he was a real secret move.

When the opponent was fighting with him, he deliberately made a move to directly offset his several sword shadows.

However, he never expected that as soon as his finger touched the sword shadow, a sharp sword intent immediately penetrated the skin of his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy poured into it, like a steel needle, piercing deeply into his flesh and blood .

"Hey! I didn't expect you to hide a hand!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man let go immediately. When he took a few steps back and looked at his hands again, there were several wounds on them. The thick and hard calluses had already cracked, and they were covered with sword marks.

"It was able to break open my iron hand, steel cocoon, it seems that I need to touch you properly!"

At this time, the old man finally no longer underestimated his sword moves.

Once the other party became serious, Lu Xingchen felt that the pressure suddenly increased a lot.

Originally, the opponent's speed was so fast that it was dazzling. He only had one sword, and each finger of the opponent was like an iron rod, heavy and strong. As long as the opponent flicked his sword, he could The shock made his right hand numb.

After a few strokes, the old man was able to break through his sword moves and directly attack his body. Seeing this, Lu Xingchen had no choice but to exercise his aura and directly aroused the angry-eyed Vajra Talisman.

This time, he will ignore the pain, and at the same time, he will have aura body protection, even if the old man hurts him, he will not feel anything.

Relying on such means, Lu Xingchen fought with the opponent without any scruples.

The battle between the two was fierce, and the others had no room to intervene. They could only watch nervously from a distance.

When the old man caught an opening, he slapped Lu Xingchen's chest heavily, and the people on the other side immediately looked surprised and felt nervous.

On the other hand, the old man's spirits were boosted, he rejoiced, and his morale seemed to have increased a lot.

"Hehe! You have been hit by the old man's iron palm. Within a few minutes, you will be unable to use your strength due to the confusion of your spiritual energy and the surge of blood energy. If this is the case, what do you have to rely on to fight the old man?"

The old man slapped him, and seeing the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help feeling proud.

He stroked his long beard with a big smile on his face.

"Is this really the case? If so, then I can only fight!"

Lu Xingchen wiped the corner of his mouth, and suddenly exerted force under his feet.

Under the influence of the talisman, he didn't feel the slightest pain, and even the injury from the last fight with Black Falcon was also erased of its negative effects.

It can be said that before, he shot with injuries, which had some influence. Now, he doesn't feel the slightest pain, and can directly display [-]% of his strength.

In this way, the old man underestimated the enemy, but he tried his best.

After the two fought a few more moves, the opponent was careless for a while, and he pierced his palm with a sword.

Then, the old man's face was horrified, and he was terrified when he saw the blood hole on his palm.

"No! It's impossible. You've been hit by my iron palm, so how could it be unaffected?"

Lu Xingchen pursed his lips and smiled, without further ado, he drew his sword again.