Li Fengqi is not a bloody person, let alone selfish, but he also does not have a heart of the Virgin.

Life is a competition.

Before I was born, I had to compete with more than 200 million brothers and sisters for a place, and after fighting my way out, I was in kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school, high school, college, and even looking for a job and finding a partner, competition was everywhere.

There is also competition among the Chosen Ones.

It's just that the stakes are fate.

Lose, die.

Won...... What kind of future will there be if he wins, Li Fengqi doesn't know, but he wants to know.

Nobody wants to lose.

Therefore, even if it was the first time in his life to face murder, Li Fengqi did not hesitate at all, let alone be soft.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Although the dust bomb did not clean up Lu Xu, looking at the scaly wounds all over his body and the ribs visible to the naked eye under his ribs, it was obvious that he had been made to death by the dust bomb.

A shot at the end of the crossbow is just a dying struggle.

Press the sword, jump, swing the sword, slash down.

Coherent.

is no longer clumsy, and the sword is the first move of "Qingyun Three Styles": the king of the world!

The name is domineering.

Li Fengqi once suspected that the owner of this set of swordsmanship was afraid that he was not an ordinary identity, and it was very likely to be a noble emperor, otherwise ordinary people would have such a powerful and domineering sword move, with the rhythm of hatred buff.

Chao Ge crossed the sky, but the light was cold.

The black sword body drew a brilliant arc, and the black sword qi that swirled around was dragged extremely long with the swing of the sword.

At first glance, a black rainbow bridge swept up around Li Fengqi's waist.

Breathtaking.

In the midst of the lightning, Lu Xu, who was holding a gun like a dragon, gritted his teeth and disappeared, replaced by relief and relaxation, and more undisguised pride and irony.

The spear in his hand was not radiant or smokeless, but only cold and a shrill whistling that pierced the air.

But the momentum is like a dragon.

Almost instantly, a thick layer of pale blue ice floated on the tip and body of the spear, and at first glance, it really looked like a pale blue ice dragon flying through the air.

Reflecting the sun, the power is amazing.

Lu Xu sneered, and even had the leisure power to speak between the moments, "Do you think you are the protagonist, and the opponents you meet are all mentally retarded? You wait in the gymnasium, I don't know there is a trap? Do you think I can kill the three chosen ones all by luck? Or is it the absolute crushing of strength?"

Naive!

I, Lu Xu, have also outwitted.

No matter how weak the Chosen Son is, he is also a cultivator, a city is so big, if the Chosen Son chooses to fight as a prey, it is really difficult to say whether he will win or lose, so Lu Xu has killed all the way here, not without hard battles.

But he won them all.

This time was the same, knowing that Li Fengqi had deceived him, Lu Xu hid in the dark and kept observing, and after discovering that the prey had set up traps in the gymnasium, he resolutely broke into battle.

It's self-confidence based on strength.

The dust bomb couldn't kill him at all, and he wouldn't even be injured so badly, the reason why it was so was to show weakness and lure Li Fengqi to make a move.

As long as there is a head-to-head duel, Lu Xu has absolutely no reason to lose.

A spear in his hand, named gentian.

On that morning more than forty years ago, Lu Xu woke up from the villa, and wanted to score a double goal, but the two young models beside him disappeared, not only that, but the people in the entire villa area disappeared.

Lu Xu searched the entire city and found no one.

Humanity is gone.

Lu Xu is a rich second generation, although he is handsome and girly, he is full of blood in his heart, and in his private boxing ring, no sparring partner can last enough for a month.

The worst of them was carried out and took three months to get out of bed.

Lu Xu likes to play with cars.

Once there was an accident, Lu Xu didn't stupidly say who his father was, he just cooperated, and then privately asked people to find the victim's family and solve everything with money.

In Lu Xun's eyes, there is nothing that money can't do.

He loves everything he has.

When it was determined that all human beings were gone, Lu Xu hated and feared, he didn't want such freedom.

In the normal world, not only does you have the status of a superior, but you also have money that you can't spend in a few lifetimes, so that kind of freedom is interesting.

He wants to go back to the normal world.

It is with this hope that he can persist in the unmanned city for more than 40 years, however, no matter how strong the state of mind and no matter how beautiful the hope is, it cannot support a person to be lonely for too long.

For more than 40 years, Lu Xu has supported to the extreme, but he still loses to the loneliness of the only one person in the world.

Eventually collapsed and committed suicide.

But on the day of his suicide, a cloud of white light appeared in front of him, and a female voice full of temptation told him to reach in, and he reached out.

A spear was drawn.

Gentian!

As the name suggests, the gun is called gentian, and it is really cast with a dragon with the attribute of ice, the body of the gun is indestructible, the tip of the gun is incomparably sharp, and everywhere it reaches, there is ice.

In addition to the gentian, a set of marksmanship was obtained.

Of course, there is also a set of cultivation methods for absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

Lu Xu's world has changed completely.

From a rich second generation on the rich side, he has become a cultivator, but he still yearns for a sense of overlooking others - in the world of cultivators, strength is money.

In the past, Lu Xu used money to dominate others, but now he wants to dominate others with gentian.

Because...

He is Lu Xu!

It is Lu Xu, the superior who has dominated countless people with money!

Even the weapons he got were all forged by Jiaolong, which doomed him Lu Xu to be not an ordinary person.

Lu Xu began to practice.

Three years later, the aura absorbed in the body finally broke through the shackles of the physical qi veins and exploded, giving birth to an independent strange small world in the location of the qi sea cave in the chaos.

The small world is a lake known as the Secret Land.

The lake in the secret territory is the spiritual power transformed by the spiritual energy, which involves the qi veins to nourish the flesh and blood.

It is the initiation realm of practitioners.

Only those who have opened up the secret realm are true cultivators.

It was also on that day that the enchantment began to shrink, and after more than forty years, Lu Xu saw a living person for the first time.

A teenager.

A teenager who practices boxing.

The young man with sharp facial features didn't want to kill, he just punched Lu Xu, a very simple punch, but from a distance of more than ten meters, he directly blasted Lu Xu away.

That punch blasted Lu Xu away and also collapsed the villa behind him.

That's not supposed to be a human fist at all.

Lu Xu had no choice but to escape.

But he understands that his dignity and pride are shattered under that punch, he wants to kill more Chosen Ones, he wants to become stronger, and waits for the day when he can face the boy who practiced boxing with a gun.

What he lost, he wants to get it back with his own hands!

So......

How could he lose to Li Fengqi, the chosen son of a small county, why should he win him?

Kill Li Fengqi!

Seeing Lu Xu's abnormal expression, and hearing his words again, Li Fengqi's heart jumped suddenly.

There is fraud.

However, at this moment, it is too late to retract the strength, and the only way to go out is to go all out with the belief of killing.

If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it!

Kill!

Spears and swords, in this uninhabited city, tear open the final battle curtain.

The strong survive.

Weakling......

Die!