Emperor of Taikoo Chapter 207: Play against Song Xiaotian

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"Whoo!"

The sound of breaking the wind sounded again, and Lu Chen strode out and quickly approached the front of a patriarch who was lucky enough to not die, and the sword in his hand pierced forward.

At the same time, a cold voice came from Lu Chen's mouth, "You guys, go to death too!"

The man had just escaped from Lu Chen's sword, and before he could relax, the crisis came again.

He wanted to hide, but Lu Chen's sword was too fast, and it was not a mere Yuan Boundary Martial Artist who could dodge it.

"Puff!"

A sword passed through.

"Puff!"

Lu Chen kept moving, turning around with another sword, spitting out sword light, and dipping across a person's neck coldly.

"Puff puff......"

For a while, the long sword was swung again and again, bringing up blossoms of blood. The few Patriarchs who were lucky enough to survive were harvested like wheat under Lu Chen's hands.

The people in the distance were stunned by Lu Chen's fierce methods. For a while, everyone watched quietly, watching a feast of killing!

"Huh!"

The wind blows.

Everyone in and outside the city felt cold and shivered abruptly.

"Puff!"

With a stream of blood, there are only two people left in the center of the battlefield.

These two people are Hong Qianjun, the head of the Hong family, and Ji Haiping, the head of the Ji family.

After seeing the fierce side of Lu Chen, Rao Hong Qianjun, a half-step Hunyuan realm powerhouse, was also in fear at this moment.

While he was terrified, a crazy thought emerged from the bottom of his heart. The muscles on his face began to twist, and he roared in a low voice, "Lu Chen, even if I die today, I will take you on the road."

He roared with red eyes, and when he held his right hand, a blood-red long knife appeared in his hand.

The next moment, the blood knife trembled, and a blood-red gas that was visible to the naked eye gushed from Hong Qianjun's body and was crazily infused into the blood knife.

"Zhengzheng..."

The sound of knives sounded.

As time passed, the aura on the blood knife rose steadily, reaching a terrifying point in an instant, but that Hong Qianjun was aging fast at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It happened in vain, with a rickety back, just a breath, changing from forty to seventy or eighty old man.

"Blood slaughter the world!"

In line with the idea of ​​dying with Lu Chen, Hong Qianjun's knife was merciless, and at the cost of his life, he cut a knife far beyond his own cultivation.

The sword air is like a mountain, and the thick sword air contains infinite power. Wherever it goes, the air is cut like a stream of water.

Lu Chen put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, looking at the sword, his eyes calm, the black pupils are like two deep pools, and the ancient well is waveless.

Being watched by Lu Chen's calm gaze, Hong Qianjun's heart jumped inexplicably, and then he reacted with even greater anger in his heart. The only vitality in his body was like the Yangtze River, crazily instilled into the blood knife.

Suddenly, the sword's aura was strong, and with the momentum of slashing the sky, a bright light was drawn in the air and struck towards Lu Chen.

"Is this your desperate means? If you only have this kind of strength, then you will give me... to die!"

Lu Chen's eyes were cold, he let out a clang, the blood blade shook, luck, cut it out, and finished in one go.

In an instant, the strength of the whole body condenses a little, the five-element swordsmanship golden sword, cut out again!

Hong Qianjun's body was trembling, and only an invincible terrifying force was coming. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of his eyes, vaguely seeing a golden sword light destroying the sword light, ruthlessly cutting on his chest.

"Puff!"

Severe pain, as the world turned around, Hong Qianjun stared blankly at the bright red on his chest, a thick and unbelievable emergence in his pupils, with a clatter, the blood knife fell off from his hand to the ground, and then his vision went black, looking up. Head fell to the ground.

"Boom!!!"

The moment Hong Qianjun fell, a violent collision sound arrived late, and a sharp storm swept out with Lu Chen as the center.

"This...this, how is it possible!!!"

When the storm dissipated, although everyone had a result in their hearts, they still subconsciously took a breath when they saw the cold body under Lu Chen's feet.

Hong Qianjun, a half-step Hunyuan realm strong, cut out at the cost of life, the power is definitely not weaker than an ordinary Hunyuan realm strong with a full blow.

Even so, he was still dead, and was ruthlessly destroyed by Lu Chen's sword, and he was cut under the sword for the last life.

This result, coupled with the strength that Lu Chen demonstrated before, made five words inexplicably popped up in everyone's minds---Hunyuan realm powerhouse!

Yes, although Lu Chen's cultivation base only has eight levels of Po Yuan, his strength has actually reached the Hun Yuan realm category.

Not far away, both City Lord Moxie and Song Xiaotian's faces were dark, gloomy and terrifying.

Compared to the others, the faces of the Zhou family are full of ecstasy.

Zhou Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fists, and exclaimed in excitement, "So strong! Your lord did not lie to me, he really has the power of the Primal Realm. Now, the Zhou family can be saved."

"You are the only one left."

After slaying Hong Qianjun with a sword, Lu Chen looked at the last person, the head of the Ji clan, Ji Haiping.

Ji Haiping's heart trembled. In the crisis of life and death, he wanted to ask for mercy, but when he met Lu Chen's cold eyes, he knew the result...

"Last time, for the face of Concubine Ji Luo, I spared you my life, but you don't know how to cherish it... If that's the case, then you go to die!"

The words are over, Lu Chen directly fell with a sword, and the sword screamed, slaying Ji Haiping with a sword!

So far, all the patriarchs of the major families in Donglai City have died except Zhou Tianhao! ! !

The sunlight pierced through the layers of clouds and swayed on everyone, but at this time, everyone could not feel a trace of warmth, but felt a cold chill rising from their hearts and flowing throughout their bodies.

Cold, freezing cold from my heart.

The limbs are cold and stiff.

"Song Xiaotian, next, it's your turn!"

With a flick of his arm, he shook off the blood dripping from the blade. Lu Chen looked at Song Xiaotian directly, grinning at the corner of his mouth, said.

As soon as this statement came out, there was silence.

After a few breaths, everyone sneered.

Lu Chen's strength is not fake, and it is not fake that he is comparable to the powerhouse of the Hunyuan realm, but he wants to expand because of this and challenge an old powerhouse of the Hunyuan realm is purely seeking death.

Know that the head of the Skeleton Group, Song Xiaotian, is famous and powerful, and it is unfathomable. Even the city lord of the Hunyuan realm, Mo Xie, is not his opponent, let alone Lu Chen.

The city lord Mo Xie also smiled when he heard the words. The hands clenched in the sleeves slowly loosened, and the vitality dissipated.

"Okay! Okay!" Song Xiaotian was taken aback for a moment, and then smirked, "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!!!"

"Roar!"

The sound fell, and a roar suddenly sounded, and he saw that the mount under Song Xiaotian slammed on the ground, directly ejected, and went up empty.

At the same time, Song Xiaotian shook his right hand fiercely, and immediately centered on him, within a kilometer of a radius, the wind was loud, the vitality of the heavens and the earth gathered, and the dark red aura wrapped his right palm.

"The Palm of the Flame!"

Suddenly, a palm slapped Lu Chen horizontally.

The dark red vitality rises violently like a demon fire, a fiery and fierce force burst out, forming a large flame covering the sky, directly blasting the layers of space, and pressing down on the landing dust cover.