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Gong Ziyu and the elders of the seven inner sects were studying how to break the formation when the peach blossom formation suddenly opened.

There is a large open space in front of you, and there are several antique attics behind.

It is the residence of Hongye Pavilion.

Shang Hongye, Hongfu and other women were standing in the open space, colorful and colorful, each with its own style.

They surround a young man.

The young man's figure is not considered strong, even a little thin.

Looks handsome.

Warm and flamboyant.

The eyes are gentle, like the spring breeze in March and the drizzle in June.

Hidden in the deepest part is a hint of unruliness.

Like a falcon in the sky, a lone wolf on the grassland.

He just stood there quietly.

The sun painted him and infiltrated him.

Let his whole person look incomparably natural and harmonious.

Behind him are nearly a hundred women with different styles.

The stars arch the moon.

Further on, there is a mountain full of peach blossoms in full swing.

Then the young man compared the middle finger, first pointing upwards, then downwards.

A gesture that everyone on earth understands.

The young man said: "In my opinion, you and others are all people who insert labels and sell their heads."

He doesn't look arrogant at all.

But what he said, his tone, broke through the sky arrogantly.

Insert the bid and sell the first, mother-force, think of yourself as Guan Yunchang?

With just one sentence, Gong Ziyu and the others were completely enraged.

If it was normal, Gong Ziyu would not even look at him when he saw this kind of rubbish.

He is a peerless powerhouse of the second congenital realm.

Compared with him, the masters of the first congenital realm are like kindergarten children.

A martial artist?

In his eyes, it is a bug.

But it was such a humble worm that stood in front of them with one knife at a time.

Very arrogantly told them that this group of people is nothing more than a bunch of peddlers.

Gong Ziyu and the others were first surprised, then angry, and then wanted to laugh.

It's like an ant standing in front of a group of elephants, showing off its non-existent minions, saying that I will overthrow you every day.

How not to make people laugh?

How can I keep from laughing?

Gong Ziyu couldn't hold back, he smiled.

The Seven Great Elders couldn't hold back, they also laughed.

The dozens of disciples of the Sacred Medicine Sect behind him couldn't hold back, they all laughed.

They laughed happily and had a lot of fun.

The air is full of joy.

"Boy, who the hell are you? Do you know who I am and dare to talk to me like that?"

Gong Ziyu sneered.

The eyes were contemptuous, there was no intention of taking Lu Chen seriously.

"Young master, this kid seems to say that he wants to cut off our heads, I'm so scared!"

"Haha, I'm scared too..."

"Boy, are you joking?"

"Oh, this kid is still holding a knife, his knife is so bright..."

Laughing.

The sound of abuse.

Incessantly.

Lu Chen just hooked his fingers at Gong Ziyu and the others.

"Come."

He spat out a word.

His eyes are as cold as the snow of a thousand years.

"Grass."

A disciple of the Sage Medicine Sect who was at the peak of Huajin, couldn't bear it anymore, made a sword strike, and rushed towards Lu Chen.

While the person was still in the air, the saber in his hand buzzed and roared, and the sword light was shining brightly, intertwined into a web.

It covered Lu Chen's upper and lower Zhoutian acupoints in it.

He is a swordsman.

What he practiced was a unique skill of the Sacred Medicine Sect, called Gale Wind Sword.

UI.

He is fast.

high speed.

The sword move is fast.

Then--

Die fast too.

Lu Chen swung his knife.

There was nothing fancy about this knife, only speed and strength.

This person's dazzling and complicated sword net fell apart under this knife.

With a shocked expression on his face, he just looked at Lu Chen's blade, brushed across his neck, and pulled it back.

He watched Lu Chen retract the knife, and gently blew on the remaining blood on the blade.

Drops of blood were gently blown off.

He felt that this person might not be blowing blood, but loneliness.

His body suddenly became stiff.

His body continued to rush forward.

But the head stayed where it was, fell to the ground, and rolled around.

His headless body rushed several steps.

Blood mixed with internal organs, soaring into the sky, dripping like rain.

Lu Chen stepped on his head.

His mouth is still open, and his eyes are still rolling.

At this moment, the sun is shining all over the field, and the mountain birds are chirping.

The whole world is extremely quiet.

Everyone looked at Lu Chen, opened their mouths slightly, but couldn't close them.

This kid, who obviously only has the strength to cultivate, how can he instantly kill him at the same level as him?

It's too fast, too demonic, and too intense!

Everyone—even Gong Ziyu from the second congenital realm hadn't come back to his senses, and this person was separated from his body.

"Come."

Lu Chen hooked his fingers again.

Gong Ziyu's pupils shrank, and there was some solemnity between his brows.

"Young Master, I'll go."

An old man in black robe beside him said.

This person's name is Wang Zhong, and he is an elder of the inner sect of the Sage of Medicine.

The cultivation level of the innate master is also a warrior with a sword.

"Elder Chen Yun, you are going to lead the battle for Elder Wang Zhong. This kid's sword skills are a little tricky and should not be underestimated, but they are limited to this. An acquired martial artist is an acquired martial artist, can he still turn the world upside down?"

Gong Ziyu ordered.

I didn't think about going up by myself, nor did I think about asking all my subordinates to swarm up.

Lu Chen is just the day after tomorrow, does he have the qualifications?

"Boy, this knife of the old man is forged from cold iron for thousands of years. It is called Bengshan. It never kills the unknown, so hurry up and report it."

Wang Zhong took a step forward, pulled out his saber, his eyes were cold.

The powerful aura of the innate master was locked on Lu Chen.

Another innate master, Chen Yun, beside him also took a step forward.

However, he didn't intend to join forces with Wang Zhong to strangle Lu Chen, but just to lead the battle for President Wang.

A master is like a dragon with arrogance.

To deal with an acquired junior, if two innate grandmasters are required to join forces and pass it on, wouldn't it be a laughing stock.

"You deserve to know my name?"

Lu Chen's eyes were indifferent:

"Old thing, my master's knife is called Ju Yiwen. If you can block my knife, I will tell you my name."

"Zhuzi, how dare you insult me!"

As a congenital master, Wang Zhong couldn't stand this kind of provocation!

He took a deep breath, swallowing water like a long whale, his chest swelled up, and the true energy in his body was surging, and then he stepped hard.

A huge pothole was stepped on the ground, and the huge and tyrannical force was exchanged for an extremely strong momentum.

He suddenly speeded up and turned into an afterimage. In an instant, he was in front of Lu Chen and slashed at Lu Chen's head.

The knife is like a dragon, completely locking Lu Chen.

In all directions, there is a dazzling and tyrannical sword aura.

No matter which direction he evades, it is impossible to escape.

This is the saber of the innate master.

With a single blow, the sky and the earth trembled, which was not something that Houtian warriors could contend with.

Lu Chen waved Baiziqie in his hand, blocking Wang Zhong's knife.

Ding!

The two knives collided together, and sparks exploded.

"Cut the dragon!"

Behind Lu Chen, a phantom of a sky dragon evolved, lifelike.

Tianlong glanced at Wang Zhong lightly, his vertical pupils were full of tyranny and destruction.

That is the real majesty of Tianlong!

Wang Zhong is like facing an abyss, like falling into an ice cellar!

His proud and indestructible martial arts idea, in front of the real Longwei, is like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

Melting quickly, vulnerable to a single blow.

Lu Chen turned the blade and slid towards Wang Zhong's head.

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