(Recommended reading: Shen Xingzhou raised his head and hissed, his robe shook violently, and wisps of waves rushed out like the Yangtze River, fusing the sword light that burst out, casting into an incomparably violent water dragon, fierce and domineering towards Lu Chen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lu Chen's eyes narrowed, the move that this guy broke out was not under Zhu Heng's Kunpeng sword technique. The ferocious force, rampage, as if there was an invisible big hand, pushed Lu Chen's body, and quickly retreated backwards.

All the cultivators present showed a look of shock on their faces: "Shen Xingzhou's strength is really extraordinary!"

"Yes, if it weren't for Lu Chen's strength being too strong, forcing him to use such a ferocious method, it would really be impossible to see his true strength!"

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The light in Lu Chen's eyes bloomed, and he said loudly: "You are really different from before!" But with your strength, if you want to defeat me, Lu can only say that it is just wishful thinking. In the face of the roaring raging water dragon, with one foot on his feet, a feeling of standing on the ground and taking root erupted from his body, and a faint and clear light flowed all over his body.

The huge mouth of the water dragon has already fallen, and the sharp teeth are biting down on Lu Chen's head!

The water vapor that splashed out wantonly, after a moment, encompassed Lu Chen's whole person.

The eyes of many cultivators on the side were already trembling, and they couldn't bear to look at such a scene.

Yan Zhendong, who acted as the referee, looked as usual.

I heard Shen Xingzhou laugh wildly: "Haha, joke! Lu Chen, this is Shen's Tengjiao swordsmanship, how do you feel? Haha, on top of Shen's swordsmanship, what are you? Get out of here!"

The sharp teeth of the water dragon were getting closer and closer to Lu Chen's head, and almost instantly, they had already touched the green silk hair fluttering above Lu Chen's head.

Lu Chen's heart moved, the other party's sword technique was called Tengjiao Sword Technique, and his cultivator's Great Void Sword Technique was originally called Fu Jiao Sword Technique, and the artistic conception that evolved in it just restrained this kind of sword technique.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen smiled: "Lu Mou has cultivated in the original place, a sword technique called Fu Jiao Sword Technique! Now let's see, whether your Teng Jiao Sword Technique is strong, or Lu Mou's Fu Jiao Sword Technique is stronger!" Before the words were finished, a fierce sword light shot out from Lu Chen's back with a bang.

Such a sword technique, heavy like a mountain, rushed up, and just collided with the sword light that Teng Jiao's sword technique was noisy.

Seeing the Tengjiao swordsmanship that was blasted down, there was a roaring sound like thunder! Under the terrifying wave of qi, the originally violent Tengjiao swordsmanship was forced to explode a huge hole by the sword light that blasted up.

It's like a sausage penetrated by a bamboo stick, the whole is straight, and then the sword light that bursts out is circulating uncertainly, and this ferocious water dragon is scattered on the spot and no longer exists.

Shen Xingzhou's eyes widened, and the moment Teng Jiao's swordsmanship was broken, he suddenly felt as if he had been kicked fiercely, and flew towards the back completely uncontrollably. Buzzing and vibrating, flowing erratically. Poof, I don't know if it's gloomy or angry, a mouthful of red blood spurted out of his mouth.

Staggering, Shen Xingzhou, whose face was distorted, sat on the ground, looking at it in disbelief, the terrifying sword light that shot out from Lu Chen's body, under the awe-inspiring sword light, he felt that he was as small as a speck of dust, and under the sword light, the only trace of resistance in his heart was blown away.

At the same time, the surrounding cultivators also looked at such a scene in disbelief: "This is the Fu Jiao Sword Technique?"

"That's strong!"

"yes, it's almost terrifying!"

"I really didn't expect that Lu Chen's kendo cultivation was so powerful!"

"How the hell is this guy cultivating!" Some people were shocked, some were puzzled, some were full of strong jealousy, and of course, some people's eyes were full of strange jealousy.

Xu Yang's eyebrows shook, and the different colors in his eyes increased again: "Where is this Fujiao Sword Technique, it is clearly the Great Void Sword Technique of this sect! This guy is really amazing, it is just a matter of cultivating the Great Void Sword Technique, and it is really not easy to condense such a strong sword power! Xu Mou can't wait for you to break into the finals and compete with you." ”

Wisps of breath fluctuated, blasting out from his body, and the desire to compete with Lu Chen was extremely strong.

As a referee, Yan Zhendong had more surprise in his eyes.

The Xuanwu Mountain Lord in mid-air laughed: "This kid is really an all-round cultivator! It's just that the physical body is strong, and the attainment of swordsmanship has actually reached this level, it's not simple, my Xuanwu Mountain can get such a genius, it's really a blessing, the future of this mountain master can go further, it may be on this kid, and you-"

The faces of the deacons of the Dharma Hall and the deacons of the Gongwu Hall were invariably more happy.

In fact, how did they know that the true intent of the Great Void Sword Dao that Lu Chen cast, under the condition of hiding the third artistic conception, the power that burst out was less than thirty percent, if all the power was bloomed, even if Lu Chen stopped in time, Shen Xingzhou would definitely not just sit in the ring like now.

At this moment, Lu Chen's cold gaze swept and said indifferently: "Senior Brother Shen, what do you think of my Fu Jiao swordsmanship?"

Shen Xingzhou's facial muscles throbbed violently, his expression was indescribably gloomy, and he didn't want to say more to Lu Chen, so he jumped out of the ring!

Lu Chen smiled, arched his hand towards Yan Zhendong, and jumped out of the ring.

Soon, two more cultivators jumped up and left from below, but it was Murong Sang who got the second number and Wang Sanqian who got the ninth number.

Murong Sang's realm cultivation, although not as deep as this group of Yunling who broke into the top ten in the late stage, but his strength is not trivial. As soon as he landed in the ring, Zhou went up and down, and the roaring sword light was like a bullet sprayed out of the chamber of the gun.

Wang Sanqian practiced spearmanship, his face was cold, and a little silver light bloomed on his body, but it was a silver spear that shot out from his body! Wang Sanqian laughed fiercely, the gun suddenly rose, and when he swept away, he shouted: "Now it's my turn-"

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