Emperor of Taikoo Chapter 420: Play against the man in purple

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"Enough!"

Seeing that Junior Sister Yang was about to fall into Lu Chen's hands, the purple-clothed man who hadn't moved, finally couldn't stand idly by, and a violent shout came from him.

An indifferent glance at the man in purple, Lu Chen showed a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

You said enough is enough?

What are you!

The palm of Yuanli's diffused hand was gently raised, and then pressed down suddenly, and in an instant, the palm exploded, spitting out blood from the shaking mouth of Junior Sister Yang.

The purple-clothed man's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his figure rushed out. On the palm of his hand, the vitality surged and patted Lu Chen horizontally.

Perceiving the palm strength approaching behind him, Lu Chen frowned, and immediately gave up the opportunity to kill Junior Sister Yang, turning around and blasting out a punch.

A ‘bang’, fists intersected, a fierce energy, centered on the two, swept out abruptly, the fierce wind broke the trees wherever it passed.

While the strong wind howled, Lu Chen and the purple-clothed man stepped back together. Then, they moved together, slammed their palms out, and slapped again.

"Boom!"

The dull sound exploded in the field, and a tyrannical aftermath spread out. Both of them were shocked and flew upside down. Their footsteps retreated several steps on the ground, and every step they fell, they stepped out. The deep footprints can be seen, the impact of this blow is terrible!

The purple-clothed man retreated nine steps in a row before he could stabilize his figure. He looked at Lu Chen in amazement. Unexpectedly, Lu Chen, a barbarian who seemed to have only four levels of Vientiane, could be so powerful. Across two small realms, he is equal to him.

Of course, this is equal, he took it for granted, but Lu Chen didn't think so.

He took a deep breath, calmed the boiling blood in his body, and said, "Brother, the ghost wolf belongs to you. For my sake, what about this matter?"

Before obtaining the Jiuqu blood ginseng fruit, he didn't want to have extra branches, but it was impossible for Lu Chen to kill Li and Yang, otherwise he would not be able to explain to him!

"Who is your brother?" Lu Chen sneered, his lips moved, and he spit out indifferently, "Nether Wolf belongs to me, don't say anything like you let me.

Also, I will kill these two people. If you stop me, I don't mind killing one more person. "

Lu Chen's voice fell, and the look on the purple-clothed man's face suddenly solidified.

After a long while.

He raised his head, stared at Lu Chen, and said every word: "Are you sure?"

"Get out!"

Lu Chen was bored and scolded coldly.

When the two brothers and brothers robbed the ghost wolf, the man in purple did not come out to stop him, and later, when the brother of Li shot him and threatened to kill him, the man in purple still stood there, watching coldly.

Now that's good, seeing that you have the upper hand, you want to expose it with one mouth. Who will give you the face?

What are you?

Why do I listen to you?

After being relentlessly reprimanded by Lu Chen, the coldness in the purple-clothed man's eyes began to accumulate, and a coldness spread in the space, making a radius of 100 meters filled with cold air.

Lu Chen is not afraid, stepping out in one step, the tyrannical aura on his body bursts out, straight into the sky...

"Om!"

A wave of inaction, rippling between the two, is the aftermath of a confrontation of momentum.

Just then.

Junior Sister Yang staggered to her feet, her eyes filled with spitefulness.

"Brother, I did a lot of nonsense with him. I abolished him and cut off his limbs. I want him to survive but not to die... I want to drain his whole body and use it to pour Jiuqu blood ginseng fruit... "

The scene where Lu Chen almost killed her is still vivid, making her face distorted, and wishing to tortured Lu Chen to death with the most vicious punishment in the world!

"Manic!"

Hearing this resentful voice, killing intent surged in Lu Chen's heart. As soon as the voice fell, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground and displayed the Dragon Surgery, directly appearing next to Junior Sister Yang, shaking his palms suddenly. , Huang Lan Sword was in his hand, a sword swung out.

Above the long sword, the pale golden vitality surged, and the sharp sword aura made Junior Sister Yang, who faced the sword face to face, turned pale...

"Hurry up!"

When Junior Sister Yang yelled out the resentful voice, the man in purple realized that it was not good, and then saw Lu Chen disappear, and quickly reminded him loudly!

However, it was too late after all.

The sharp sword aura flashed past Junior Sister Yang’s Ningbai Ruyu’s neck, with a'poof', blood spattered, and a delicate head was thrown high, above that head, eyes wide open. , Full of lingering fear, and a trace of regret.

"Boom!"

The raised head fell to the ground and rolled out. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but it stopped at the feet of the man in purple.

Looking at the staring head under his feet, the corner of the purple-clothed man's eyes jumped fiercely.

Immediately.

His face is gloomy, and his fists are tightly clenched.

That Junior Sister Yang is not an ordinary person, but his sect-Yanyue Sect, a granddaughter of the inner elder, with a lofty status, otherwise, with his strength, she would not be tolerant to her everywhere.

Now, the body of Junior Sister Yang is separated. If you want to calm the anger of the elder, you can only cut off Lu Chen's head and return to the sect to explain!

"Boy, you killed Junior Sister Yang, I will cut off your head and bring it back to the sect to explain!"

The purple-clothed man has a cold voice, as if he is pronouncing Lu Chen's death.

"Om!"

The tyrannical and mighty elemental power was released from his body. The intensity of that elemental power faintly surpassed the Nether Wolf at the mid-level peak of the fifth stage, chasing the Seventh-level Powerhouse in the Vientiane Realm!

"Huh!"

His figure moved, flew out, and squeezed his right palm fiercely. The light red vitality gushed out, vaguely, exuding a fiery wave.

"Yanlong Fist!"

The purple-clothed man appeared in front of Lu Chen, his right fist wrapped in light red vitality, like a scorching sun, carrying terrifying temperature, blasted down at Lu Chen.

Looking at the heat wave on his face, Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised. He didn't expect that the man in purple would use the advanced martial arts of the earth rank as soon as he came up.

Surprise to surprise, but Lu Chen is not afraid at all, not to mention the high-level martial arts of the ground-level, but what about the martial arts of the sky-level. It wasn't that he was beheaded strongly.

However, Lu Chen didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly ran his mind. Suddenly, the pale golden vitality burst out from his body like a stream.

Finally, he wrapped his entire right palm in it, as if it were gilded, golden and brilliant.

When the purple-clothed man's attack was about to come, Lu Chen seemed to raise his fist slowly and violently.

"Boom!"

The low crashing sound rang away in this dimly dense forest. Immediately, at the center of the collision, a terrible aftermath swept out.

As the aftermath swept through, the purple-clothed man's body trembled suddenly, and then, on the indifferent face, a trace of pain surged...