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"impossible!!"

Qiu Tianfu and the others couldn't believe it at all.

They gathered together, practicing martial arts.

then--

Another giant palm slapped Lu Chen.

Lu Chen didn't dodge.

Facing this giant palm brazenly, with a decisive posture, two green lotuses slowly bloomed in his eyes.

There is a sharp sword intent in the cyan lotus.

This sword intent——

Straight to Xiaohan, across the ages.

No matter how powerful Ren Ju's palm is, it can't submerge this sword intent in the slightest.

"I have sword intent, which is better than Mahayana Buddhism, and better than Sanqing Taoism."

"I have sword energy, and I can kill three thousand immortals and Buddhas, and one hundred thousand demons."

"Battle of the Big Dipper? What's the point? How dare you take my sword?!"

Lu Chen rushed towards the giant palm.

The giant palm bloomed with a hundred feet of golden light.

His body was completely exposed to the golden light.

The skin cracked, the blood splashed, and even the muscles began to rot and wither...

But there was no trace of pain on his face.

The sword intent on his body became more fierce and boiling.

A green lotus bloomed slowly in his hand, giving birth to a divine sword embryo surrounded by purple electricity!

Lu Chen drew out this sword.

No bells and whistles, an understatement.

The sword energy swept across, and quickly dissipated invisible.

It's as if it never happened.

But the giant palm was split into pieces and turned into countless tiny light spots, which just dissipated.

Qiu Tianfu froze, looked at Lu Chen, and said in shock:

"You... what kind of sword energy is this? You... how did you do it?"

Lu Chen adjusted his breathing, and the cracked skin on his body slowly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After practicing the "Essence and Blood Wheel Seal" to perfection, his body's self-healing ability has reached an incomparably terrifying level.

The injury that most people would die directly, to him, may be no different from being scratched by a knife.

Lu Chen even suspected that even if he lost his limbs, they would grow back after a while.

Lu Chen looked at him with cold eyes:

"Do you have the habit of talking to dead people?"

Qiu Tianfu was stunned.

What do you mean?

Right at this moment-

A thin white line appeared between Qiu Tianfu's eyebrows.

From the position of the Tianling Gai, stroke symmetrically between the eyebrows, across the bridge of the nose and mouth, across the chin and nose, and then to the chest and abdomen.

The white line suddenly turned red.

Then it opened suddenly, and blood mist sprayed out.

Qiu Tianfu directly became two symmetrical halves.

Viscera, blood, brains, and the like were scattered everywhere.

Nature is dead and cannot die again.

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Using "Qinglian Sword Qi" to destroy the "Great Big Dipper Battle Formation", and then kill Qiu Tianfu, Lu Chen never used this kind of sword Qi again.

With his current cultivation base, using this kind of number one sword energy in the cultivation world would consume too much.

With just one sword strike, he felt like he was about to be sucked out.

I am afraid that if I slash such a sword again, I will directly become a human being.

He unsheathed his swords, not one, but two.

Left hand "Ju Yi Zi Zong Zong".

Right hand "Zhanlu Excalibur".

He rushed to the other 48 Bajimen who were also shocked by Qiu Tianfu's sudden death.

I carry two swords.

I am here to kill!

A gray-robed elder reacted the fastest, pounced on Lu Chen, and punched him in the head.

But he only took half a step.

Then there was a fierce sword Qi roaring over.

A shallow thin line was drawn vertically from his sky cap, and then blood gushed out.

The whole person is divided into two symmetrical halves.

Brains, viscera, and intestines were all sprayed on the ground, steaming white under the cold moonlight.

Lu Chen swung the "Zhanlu Excalibur", and the sword edge cut across an arc, cutting towards another Bajimen member.

The sword's edge is like water, and the sword's energy is vertical and horizontal.

Kaka-

Before this person could react, he was decapitated by a sword, and his head fell to the ground, gurgling and rolling, his eyes were still open, and his mouth opened unconsciously, as if he still couldn't believe that he was dead.

Lu Chen still didn't pause.

The sword in his right hand was exhausted.

The left hand "Ju Yi Wen Zi Zong" changed from stabbing to chopping.

The arc of the knife was like a lightning that brightened the dark night.

A Bajimen member who slapped his chest with his palm had already been slashed on his chest.

The kamikaze country does not distinguish between swords and swords.

"Ju Yi Wen Zong Zong" has a single blade with a thick back, and the power of chopping is far better than assassination.

This guy died a terrible death.

A splash of hot blood splashed out, and was cut in half by the blazing knife energy.

The strong inertia caused his upper body, which had lost its lower body, to writhe in the air and scream.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today, Ba Shijun, who is injustice?

At this moment, Lu Chen——

Just like the god of war holding the blade of the god of war and punishing sins for the heavens.

It's like a sword's edge sweeping, killing people and drinking blood, like a peerless sword fairy drinking alcohol.

Ferocity and grace.

Contradictions and harmonious coexistence.

No one can stop him.

nobody.

All those who try to stop him will soon turn into corpses.

But in an instant, more than 30 Baji sect members died, and only five gray-robed elders from the second innate realm were still alive.

Lu Chen stopped and took a deep breath.

Adjusting the breath.

He looked at the remaining five people.

The eleven were also looking at him.

He didn't speak.

These people also did not speak.

It's not that they don't want to say it, but the thick and cold murderous aura on Lu Chen's body makes them unable to say it.

This man who is as majestic as a god and as elegant as a sword fairy doesn't want to communicate with them at all.

Even if they want to beg for mercy, they can't.

He... really wanted to kill them all!

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight a tiger, the tiger is not at home, see a nest of mice, how many mice are there, one, two, three, four, five..."

Lu Chen pressed the center of his eyebrows and said lightly:

"I'm sorry, I hate mice the most, so you'd better die."

He draws a sword.

Sliding forward, the left hand "Ju Yi Wen Zi Zong" slashed and slashed, the saber aura was extremely sharp.

Spinning the sword and dancing, the right hand "Zhanlu Excalibur" stabs, the sword energy permeates, interweaving into a sword net.

The five gray-robed old men roared and rushed towards Lu Chen from five directions.

Their bodies are like lightning, and their palms are like thunder.

They all issued the strongest moves in their lives.

Lu Chen was unmoved.

Continue to slide forward.

The figure that came together with these five people passed by.

He stood with the five of them.

Lu Chen turned his back to them.

To be reasonable, this is an extremely stupid way of positioning - how can you expose your back to the enemy's attack range?

The strange thing is that these five people seemed to be stupid and didn't make a move.

"Good sword."

A gray robe elder said.

"Good sword energy."

No.2 said the gray-robed elder.

"Good knife."

No.3 said the gray-robed elder.

"Good swordsmanship."

No.4 said the gray-robed elder.

No.5 Gray Robe wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, it turned into a strange gurgle.

Lu Chen didn't look back, he blew on the blades of "Ju Yi Wen Zi Zong" and "Zhan Lu Excalibur".

Then return to the sheath.

Neither of these two divine weapons was bloodied.

So what he blows is not blood, but loneliness.

He didn't even look at this person, and continued to move forward, walking into the depths of the fortress.

After about three seconds—

A white line appeared on the necks of the five elders at the same time.

Then it turned red, and then blood mist gushed out like rain.

They clutched their throats, and all fell to the ground in pain, blood spraying wantonly like a fountain.

Struggling, convulsing, walking towards the fate of death.

Heavenly gods punish crimes, and sword immortals kill people, all are methods of thunder.

I want to kill you, it's my business, it has nothing to do with you, why should I explain to you?

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