Emperor of Taikoo Chapter 421: Secret Medicine
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The purple-clothed man trembled suddenly, and in the next instant, he flew directly upside down, touched his feet on the ground, and swept a dozen meters against the ground before he stabilised in embarrassment!
"How is it possible?!"
The purple-clothed man raised his head, his face full of suspicion. His cultivation is two levels higher than Lu Chen. How could he be injured by Lu Chen's palm?
"Boy, I have to admit that although you are a barbarian, you are qualified to fight with me, but you only have the power to fight."
The purple-clothed man's face was cloudy and sunny. After a while, a smear of blood on the corners of his mouth, staring at Lu Chen, said in a deep voice.
Speaking, the purple-clothed man raised his palms, and a group of scarlet flames rose from his palms, exuding a blazing sensation. From a distance, you can feel the heat!
"Burn!"
The purple-clothed man trembled his palms, and the crimson flame, like an arrow, drew a stream of light in the air and burned away at Lu Chen.
"Is it just qualified to fight you?"
A sarcasm flashed across Lu Chen's eyes. This purple-clothed man couldn't recognize the situation before he died. Sad!
When the voice fell, he hurriedly used his vitality, used the dragon technique, his figure drifted, and easily avoided the attack of the man in purple like a stroll in the garden.
One shot missed, the purple-clothed man's face changed slightly, and immediately, he took a deep breath, and the vitality inside his body whizzed out, with a scream, he deceived him one step to Lu Chen, clenched his fists, and attacked like raindrops. , Pour down on Lu Chen.
However, in the face of the crazy attack of the purple-clothed man, Lu Chen's figure is like electricity, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, and avoiding the former attacks one by one!
"Boy, will you just be like a mouse, dodge in panic?"
After a long time of ineffective attacks, the purple-clothed man's face sank completely. Lu Chen's speed was so strange that he failed his moves. He felt like a punch on the cotton, which was very uncomfortable.
"Do you want to hide in panic?" When Lu Chen heard this, his indifferent face suddenly showed a smile, but the smile looked like Jiuyou Hanbing, extremely cold.
"Since you want to fight, then fight!"
The sound fell, and Lu Chen's pace also stopped.
Seeing that Lu Chen really stopped, the purple-clothed man's complexion was happy, and immediately, he stepped out, the vitality in his body was like a flood of unloading the gate, and it instantly poured out, on the right fist, red The vitality of the surging is like a rising sun.
"Dahi Magic Dragon Fist!"
With a low drink, a fierce punch, carrying the hot wind, he blasted away Lu Chen fiercely.
"Boy, go to hell!" At the same time, a low roar came from the mouth of the man in purple!
Lu Chen raised his head, looking at the blazing fist that was approaching, his lips were pursed slightly, and the dark pupils instantly became cold.
His right palm quivered and ran the "Four Nerves: White Tiger". Immediately, the vital energy in his body turned into a stream, passing through the veins and quickly converging on the palm. In the blink of an eye, the slender palm was It was wrapped in a rich pale golden color, and a strong, sharp aura spread out from the palm.
"Luo Tianzhang!"
The dazzling palm prints whizzed out, shaking hard with the attack of the purple-clothed man.
The moment when the fists met, a deep roar suddenly sounded. The next moment, only a muffled hum, the man in purple snorted, and the whole person retreated violently. On the way back, a stream of red blood, It overflowed from the corner of his mouth, drawing a blood line in the air...
"Boom!"
The man in purple slammed into a giant tree, and then fell to the ground embarrassedly.
"This is what you said, I can barely fight you?" Lu Chen stared at the man in purple, mocking mercilessly.
"You..."
The purple-clothed man wiped the corners of his mouth, with red blood, which was extremely eye-catching. He slowly raised his head, staring at Lu Chen with sorrowful eyes.
The latter's mocking words, like a knife, cut in his heart mercilessly, trampling on his arrogance.
As a child of the big sect, he had never been so humiliated, and it was a barbarian who trampled him.
Gradually, that handsome face was piled up with hideousness, and a touch of determination appeared in the depths of the pupils.
"It's over. Remember, in the next life, don't provoke me!"
Lu Chen said, stepping out, raising his palm, and intending to launch a fatal attack on the man in purple.
But at this moment, he glanced at random, keenly caught the determination in the latter's eyes, brows slightly raised, and the keen nerves that wandered on the line of life and death all year round made him perceive a dangerous breath. .
"The barbarians, how could I lose to you?"
The color of madness suddenly appeared on the face of the purple-clothed man. In an instant, his palm turned over, and a scarlet, thumb-sized pill was taken out by him, a strong wave of vitality. Emitted from that pill...
At the same moment, Lu Chen, twenty steps away, vaguely smelled a strong blood...
"What is this..."
Lu Chen's face was solemn. He was convinced that the sense of crisis originated from this pill.
"The violent essence pill, the high-level secret medicine of the ground level, the martial artist swallows it, and the vitality will increase by more than three times in an instant..." The purple-clothed man stared at the pill in his palm, opened his lips, whispered softly, as if talking to himself. It seemed to respond to Lu Chen again.
More than tripled? !
Lu Chen's stern expression was finally a little moved!
The combat power of the purple-clothed man is infinitely close to the Seventh Layer of Vientiane. After subduing the Storm Origin Pill, how terrifying is his strength?
Vientiane eighty!
The four words appeared in Lu Chen's heart as his thoughts turned around!
"Boy, are you afraid? Hehe..." The purple-clothed man slowly stood up, seeing Lu Chen's solemn expression, suddenly showing a vengeful smile.
Without waiting for Lu Chen to fight back, the purple-clothed man opened his mouth and swallowed it fiercely, then he did not forget to show Lu Chen a row of white teeth.
"Next, experience the pain of death!"
Just after the voice fell, I only felt a gust of wind hit, the imposing momentum on the purple-clothed man's body soared in an instant, and the violent elemental power was like a flame, violently smashing the air around him.
"This aura is so strong, it far surpasses the Seventh Layer of Vientiane!" Lu Chen condensed his eyebrows, and a cruel expression appeared on his face.
The next moment.
"Huh!"
Lu Chen stepped out abruptly, his palms raised, and the pale golden vitality surged upward, condensing a mysterious palm print.
"Luo Tianzhang!"
The sturdy palm prints brought a very fierce wind, and directly shot at the man in purple.
Let’s start first, and when the purple-clothed man refines the power of the Baoyuan Pill and completely controls the surge of power, Lu Chen really has no chance of winning.
The palm has not arrived, the wind has arrived, and the tyrannical palm wind will crack every inch of the earth's oppression!