Rumble!

Lu Cheng's eyes were cold, and the furious True Yuan was surging in one hundred and eight meridians. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The blood of the riot condensed into a terrifying river of blood outside his body, and with each person killed, the river of blood became more condensed.

In the end, between Lu Cheng's walking, the cultivation of the children of the two clans of Zhao Fang was low, and they didn't even have the slightest strength to resist, and under the entanglement of blood and qi, their whole bodies exploded. The true yuan poured out and melted into the river of blood.

"Run, he's a demon!"

A child of the Zhao clan, looking at Lu Cheng, his soul was broken.

It's just that before he escaped Shizhang, he was swept back by the river of blood around Lu Cheng, and the whole person exploded.

"Fifty-seven!"

Lu Cheng's eyes were red, the corners of his mouth showed a touch of coldness, and he looked at the Zhao clan disciple who died in an instant, and sneered.

Immediately, Lu Cheng stepped out and looked at a young man on the left.

The young man was about twenty-three or fourteen years old, with a slender figure and a hint of gloom between his eyebrows.

Cultivation is around the eightfold martial arts, and Zhenyuan is agitating, holding a long sword in his hand. In just a few moments, four or five Lu clan disciples died at his hands.

"The strength is good, you are qualified to say your name in front of me!"

Lu Cheng looked at the young man and said coldly.

"Zhao Zimo!"

Zhao Zimo's face was extremely solemn, and he had also seen the scene where Lu Cheng killed the Thunder Leopard before.

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The river of blood outside Lu Cheng's body shook his heart even more.

"Yes, you can die!"

Lu Cheng's face was indifferent, the true yuan between his palms rolled, and the Heavenly Dragon Halberd swept directly towards Zhao Zimo.

Rumble!

The raging river of blood covered the Heavenly Dragon Halberd, swept by, and the smell of blood as thick as substance suddenly swept out.

"Lu Cheng, don't be too arrogant, you are only a martial arts eightfold cultivator, how much true yuan have you consumed in this fight, I want to see how much confidence you still have?"

Zhao Zimo frowned, and his voice was sharp.

"Confidence?" Lu Cheng sneered, "It's just a matter of raising your hand to kill you." ”

"Talon Change!"

Zhao Zimo's face turned cold, his anger and blood suddenly rioted, and he stepped out.

Behind him, a huge Qinglin Eagle phantom suddenly appeared, hissed violently, and rushed towards Lu Cheng with a loud shout.

This is the Zhao clan's intermediate martial arts eagle claw change, born from the demon beast Qinglin Eagle, extremely powerful and indestructible.

"Waste, Lao Tzu still thinks you have any confidence, just a few eagle claws, and dare to be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu!"

Rumble!

Lu Cheng roared wildly, and the furious True Yuan suddenly poured into the Heavenly Dragon Halberd, and a dark black flame suddenly burst out.

"Demon Fire ......"

Looking at the wisp of black flame, Zhao Zimo's face suddenly changed drastically. Before, Lu Cheng used that wisp of black flame to kill the thunder leopard, and at this moment, looking at the black flame rushing towards him, Zhao Zimo suddenly felt cold, like falling into an ice cave.

"Lion Fist!"

Zhao Zimo stepped on his feet, gritted his teeth and roared, and above his head, a furious lion phantom suddenly appeared.

A green eagle roared, and a wild lion roared.

Zhao Zimo sneered all over his face, "Lu Cheng, what if you can kill the powerhouse of the Spirit Martial Realm?" Today you are destined to die at the hands of my Zhao Zimo! ”

"Look for death!"

Lu Cheng's expression was cold, and he controlled the blood river to roll towards Zhao Zimo, and at the same time, the Heavenly Dragon Halberd swept out.

Rumble!

The river of blood swept and trapped Zhao Zimo to death, the black flames were like dragons, directly devouring the Wild Lion Phantom and Qinglin Eagle.

Boom!

Lu Cheng stepped out, and the power of his body exploded, and the whole person slammed towards Zhao Zimo like a mountain.

With a bang, Zhao Zimo couldn't even scream, and his body was smashed by Lu Cheng. All the muscles and bones of the body were shattered, and blood rushed out of the mouth.

Rumble!

As soon as Lu Cheng's qi and blood turned, Zhao Zimo's whole body blood and qi were absorbed by the blood river.

"Run, that guy is not a human being, he is a demon!"

"Let's go!"

Everyone of the Zhao and Fang clans looked at the scene of Zhao Zimo being killed by Lu Cheng, and their spirits were shattered.

It's a pity that Lu Cheng didn't give them the slightest chance to live.

With one step, the blood river outside the body rushed like a tide, rolling down directly from the sky, like a huge blood dragon, rampage between the children of the two clans of Zhao Fang, pulling a famous martial artist into the blood river.

Within the river of blood, the screams were endless.

It was as if the outside of the Lu clan had become a slaughterhouse, blood pooled, and stumps and bones flew everywhere.

Zhao Shenfeng and Fang Handu looked at this scene, their bodies were cold, their eyes were red, and they kept roaring.

This time, they brought the backbone of the clan, but they were killed by Lu Cheng nearly half at once. If this continues, even if the Zhao Fang and the two clans can escape, they will definitely collapse and become a third-rate force in Liuyun City, becoming an existence that everyone can bully.

Zhao Shenfeng roared angrily and wanted to kill Lu Cheng, but he was caught by Qin Baichuan's thirteen people, and he couldn't even take a step.

"It's over...... This time it's completely over! ”

Fang Handu's old face was as vicissitudes as paper, and he watched the children of the family die one by one, but he couldn't do anything.

"Lu Xingzhi, if our cold is still alive today, we will definitely destroy your Lu clan in this life!"

In the distance, Lu Xingzhi and Lu Yuanying had already killed seven Spirit Martial Realm powerhouses.

Hearing this, Lu Xingzhi couldn't help laughing, "Fang Handu, old man, Lao Tzu has already given you a choice before, since you are unwilling to surrender to my Lu clan, what else is there to say." ”

"Lu Lao'er, you give me death!"

Fang Handu's eyes were blood-red, and his whole body was full of True Yuan, and he blasted out towards Lu Xingzhi with a punch.

Boom!

It's just that he hasn't taken a step yet, Qin Baichuan has already walked out, slapped his palm on the back, and directly blasted Fang Handu away.

……

Gradually, the blood river outside Lu Cheng's body became heavier and heavier, like a real river, but what flowed in it was not the river water, but the essence blood and true yuan power of hundreds of martial artists.

Lu Cheng's dark eyes were calm, his face was indifferent, but in the eyes of everyone, he was like a demon.

The slaughter was still going on, and the bloody aura rose to the sky, enveloping the entire Liuyun City.

……

Countless powerhouses hid in the distance, looking at this scene tremblingly.

"It's over, after this battle, the Lu clan will definitely take charge of the entire Liuyun City!"

An old man with two levels of spiritual martial realm stood on top of a tall building and lamented.

"Patriarch, what should we do?"

A young man stood beside him and asked tremblingly, even though he was half of Liuyun City, the young man could still clearly smell the lingering smell of blood.

If it weren't for the old people around him, the young man would have been unable to stand for a long time.

"In the past, the three clans of Lu Zhao Fang plus the Seven Xuanwu Mansion, the four major forces competed, and we were able to surrender to one of the forces, after tomorrow, our small families can only face the fate of surrendering to the Lu clan or being annexed by the Lu clan!"

"Is this the only possibility?"

The young man's face showed a look of disberence, and his brows furrowed.

"Hang'er, I know what you're thinking, I don't know how important the foundation left by my ancestors is, but the Lu clan is powerful, what can I do?"

The old man let out a long sigh, his face pale.

……

The night ended, and this earth-shattering battle finally ended.

Zhao Shenfeng and Fang Handu were seriously injured and fled, and in addition, hundreds of children of the two families combined died.

The Lu tribe also suffered heavy losses, with nearly 200 dead and wounded.

However, the people of the Seven Xuanwu Mansion surrendered, and the powerhouses of the Lu Clan's Lingwu Realm suddenly increased to twenty. The martial artists above the fivefold martial arts realm also exceeded five hundred in one fell swoop.

After a day of fighting, Lu Cheng did not have a trace of tiredness.

In the sea of his qi, the true yuan was agitated, faintly reaching the bottleneck of breaking through the eightfold martial arts!