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"Lu Wangsun!"

Lu Chen suddenly shouted:

"You kind of rubbish, what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"

Lu Wangsun's face suddenly changed.

Originally extremely calm and confident, but at this moment his face suddenly turned pale.

"You...you are talking nonsense!"

Lu Wangsun roared.

Looked extremely angry.

Just like the emperor who was exposed by a child, but in fact he was running naked without wearing anything.

Lu Chen said lightly:

"The sword technique contained in the magic knife is by no means owned by the world, but belongs to the demon god's sword technique. No matter how exquisite this kind of knife technique is, what does it have to do with you? A swordsman doesn't even have confidence in himself, but If you pin your hopes on a broken knife, what's the point of practicing?"

Lu Chen pointed to Lu Wangsun and repeated:

"Lu Wangsun, you are trash."

"you……"

Lu Wangsun was impatient, his face flushed, he argued:

"Lu Gou'er... I admit that you guessed it right, but so what? The power of the magic knife, how can you, a bitch, imagine it?"

Lu Chen smiled faintly:

"The thing is, I don't need imagination."

"In the heart of a real swordsman, what kind of gods, Buddhas and demons are there? A clear mind is a god, wisdom and integrity is a god, a great sage is a Buddha, and a diamond that is not bad is a Buddha."

"Lu Wangsun, I will give you the last eight words—the devil and heretics, all of which are insignificant!"

Knife in hand.

The knuckles of Lu Chen's fingers were protruding, and he clenched the "Orange One Word Zezong".

He slid forward and slashed at Lu Wangsun.

This knife is elegant, stunning, vast, and torrential.

Fuck your mother for "slashing with a magic knife", but the young master is still "killing gods and killing".

Go to your mother for "listening to the wind and rain overnight in the small building", and the young master also "selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys of the Ming Dynasty".

If a mere dead thing is dubbed a magic knife, does it really become a demon god alive?

Shit!

There is no god in the world, and only when there are many believers will there be gods.

The problem is, Lu Chen doesn't believe it at all.

Nine heavens and ten earths, four poles and eight desolations, heaven and earth, only I am the only one, and I am the only holy king.

Lao Tzu is the only true God in this world!

"What nonsense 'magic knife cut', look at the 36-style sword technique of killing dogs and cats!"

Lu Chen roared.

For this knife, Lu Chen didn't use the seven dragon-slaying moves, but just an ordinary knife.

At this moment, Lu Chen thought of his grandfather, his father, and every bit of hardship and sweat he had suffered in practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years.

It was such an ordinary knife, but it used up all of Lu Chen's energy.

If Lu Wangsun can't be defeated by this knife, then Lu Chen will definitely die.

Because he is absolutely incapable, he is making a second cut.

But Lu Chen didn't think about the consequences.

What he attacked was this desperate and tyrannical aura.

Why is epiphyllum beautiful?

Just because of the moment of youth.

Why are the fireworks gorgeous?

Just because of a moment of beauty.

This is an astonishing, brilliant, and beautiful blade that transcends time and space. Words in the world can no longer describe the style of this blade.

The knife is a good knife, the length of the knife is three feet and six inches, and it weighs twelve catties and six taels. Only kill those who deserve to be killed.

The law is a wonderful method, and it is absolutely domineering. How about Dai Zong, you can compare with Mount Tai.

Humans are strange people, they mastered the Dao of swords in the years of weak crowns, learned the sword of benevolence and righteousness by drinking the wind and snow in spring and autumn, and cultivated the way of domineering by watching the sea and facing the rocks. Become a generation of masters.

This knife——

Zhong Tiandi's spirit is beautiful, taking away the good fortune of nature.

The world is moved by it, and the vegetation is eclipsed by it.

This knife, Lu Wangsun did not block it.

He even brought a knife, and was chopped off by Lu Chen, and he spurted a mouthful of blood while he was still in the air.

The blood mist was like rain.

Lu Wangsun's empty door was revealed.

He couldn't block this magnificent knife.

The knife is not over yet.

What seems to be an extremely simple knife, but contains endless changes.

Lu Wangsun didn't know how to defend and how to dismantle it.

Lu Chen's saber momentum was only slightly blocked by him, but it didn't weaken at all, but became more powerful and violent.

The tide is higher than the tide, and the wave is higher than the wave.

Just like that, he pushed forward unreasonably and unreasonably.

Just crush Lu Wangsun, crush, crush!

In front of Lu Chen's saber style, Lu Wangsun was as clumsy as a two or three-year-old child.

How could he look like a Dao of the Sword master?

It seemed that all of a sudden—he couldn't use a knife anymore, and he was extremely embarrassed and desolate when parrying.

Lu Wangsun is hiding.

He can only hide.

Dodging in embarrassment is like a mouse crossing the street being chased and beaten.

"Can you escape?"

"Lu Wangsun, you trash, you are dead!"

Lu Chen roared.

His eyes were red with a frightening light.

The demon god is alive, that's all.

The word "Ju" in his hand is Zong, and he continued to attack Lu Wangsun.

This knife cuts the void and cuts off cause and effect.

What is a knife?

Out of the sheath, no blood, don't give up.

This is the knife!

A knife to kill, a knife to drink blood!

Lao Tzu's knife!

"what!"

Lu Wangsun screamed.

A brilliant saber aura came across, directly cutting off one of Lu Wangsun's arms.

The knife continued to roll unabated, and his second arm was also quickly broken, followed by his left leg, and then his right leg.

In an instant, Lu Wangsun's limbs were cut off, and he became a veritable "human stick".

Blood splattered wantonly.

Lu Wangsun rolled and howled.

The tyrannical physique of the peak Martial Saint made him not faint even though he lost his limbs.

Even as long as he is given time, his broken limbs can grow back within a few days.

Although it can't reach the level where martial arts immortals can be reborn with a drop of blood.

But the top and bottom of the peak Wusheng, except for the head and heart, other places are not fatal.

He looked at Lu Chen with astonishment.

Lu Chen strode forward and stepped on his head, pressing his handsome but pale face due to excessive blood loss to the ground, making contact with the ground at a negative distance .

Roll back and forth.

This is a very humiliating gesture.

Lu Wang Sungui is the direct son of the Lu clan, how has he ever been insulted like this?

What's more, the one who insulted him was his Lu Gou'er, whom he didn't like from the bottom of his heart?

Lu Wangsun's eyes were blood red, and his heart was extremely depressed and irritable.

He is going crazy!

Lu Chen stepped on Lu Wangsun's head, looked at him lightly, and said coldly:

"Lu Wangsun, my good second brother, now I just want to ask you a question—you and me, who the hell is a dog? Who the hell is more like a dead dog that has drowned and lost its hair?"

At this moment, Lu Chen was impassioned and majestic, expressing the depression and injustice that had been pent up in his heart for more than ten years.

How happy is it that a good man stands in the world and can be so happy with his love and hatred!

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