Lu Chen was shirtless, wearing only a pair of white pants, and sat cross-legged on top of the boulder. The moment the bell rang in his ears, he opened his eyes suddenly. As soon as the bell of the spider silk bell rang, it was obvious that there was a foreign object that touched the undetectable spider silk, and a fierce beast had invaded within five feet of the waterfall!

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Chen reached out and picked up the Xuantie heavy spear that was placed sideways, which was one of the seven styles of the Marksmanship Sect to hold the gun.

After only sensing it slightly, Lu Chen suddenly turned around and looked at one place. About four or five zhang away from the Shizhang Waterfall, a figure in a black and gray robe walked towards the location of Lu Chen.

Not a beast, but a man!

After seeing the figure of the black-and-gray robed man, a small arc of essence flashed in Lu Chen's eyes. Is this what it is...... You must know that the Snow Dragon Mountain Range is like a silver dragon, crawling on the earth, and the mountains are winding for hundreds of miles. The chance of two people meeting in it is even lower than 1 in 100,000. The people sent by the Leng family to hunt him down found the Shizhang Waterfall.

Looking ahead, I saw that the man in the black and gray robe was a young man in his twenties, with unkempt hair, a pair of sword eyebrows, and narrow eyes.

At this moment, the black and gray robe on the young man's body was in tatters. On the front alone, more than thirty openings were opened, and there were clumps of dried and blackened blood on them, worse than a beggar's clothes that had been worn for ten years. The black-and-gray robed man had wounds on the back of his hands, neck, forehead, and cheeks. Counting the old and new scars together, there are no less than twenty in total.

When Lu Chen's eyes looked at the young man, the young man's gaze was also staring at Lu Chen.

When he saw the young man standing on the top of a boulder next to the Shizhang Waterfall, a fierce gaze suddenly burst out in the young man's narrow eyes. Because he was not sufficiently prepared in advance, in the more than half a month that he stepped into the Snow Dragon Mountain, he stepped into the activity area of the powerful fierce beast several times in succession, and each time he almost survived, and even almost died in the mouth of a powerful and terrifying fierce beast.

And all this that happened to him was because of one person - Lu Chen!

"Boy, my name is Leng Tao, I am the person sent by the Leng family to hunt you down, the cultivation of the Qi Sea Triple Heaven Condensation Realm, is only one step away from the Qi Sea Triple Heaven! Originally, I should have cut off your head with a sword the moment I saw you. Leng Tao stared at Lu Chen coldly, paused, showed a cruel smile on his face that had been suppressed for a long time, and continued: "But now, you can rest assured, I won't let you die too quickly, because I want you to understand one thing." Death, for you, will be a relief. ”

As soon as Leng Tao said this, a solemnity appeared in Lu Chen's eyes. Although he had already cultivated the Divine Sword Qi Cultivation Technique to the Qi Sea One Heavy Heaven, the Skin Membrane Realm, he had the power of the Three Bulls. Two little gluttons awaken in the sternum, one little gluttonous has the power of three oxen, and two are the power of six oxen. Taken together, it is a total of nine bulls.

However, Leng Tao has already reached the realm of condensation of the dual heavens of qi and sea! The dual heavens of qi and sea are divided into: muscle-building, strength-building, and condensation. The realm of condensation is the realm of the pinnacle! Martial arts cultivators who have generally cultivated to the realm of condensation of the two heavens of the sea of qi can possess the power of nine bulls in their physical bodies. And Leng Tao is only one step away from the Triple Heaven of the Qi Sea, and he is a disciple of the Leng family, which is not comparable to ordinary martial arts monks. Leng Tao's physical strength definitely exceeds the strength of Jiu Niu! Moreover, Leng Tao is definitely a combination of martial arts and combat skills, and his strength is extraordinary.

Today's battle between him and Leng Tao was actually the first battle since Lu Chen became a martial arts monk...... A battle of life and death!

The winner lives, the loser dies, there is no second possibility.

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Chen's expression became a little more solemn, and the hand holding the Xuantie heavy gun tightened slightly.

Seeing Lu Chen looking like he was facing a great enemy, Leng Tao was very useful. I saw a hint of banter in Leng Tao's eyes, looked at Lu Chen, and said lightly: "Kneel down and beg me." As long as your sincerity can impress me, I may give you a good time. ”

As he spoke, Leng Tao stepped step by step, and finally was only a foot away from Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's eyes were sharp, he looked at Leng Tao, and was silent.

"Good!"

Before the words fell, the sword was unsheathed.

Leng Tao kicked under his feet, and his figure flickered, like a winged falcon, slaughtering towards Lu Chen. A cold light pierced out, locking on Lu Chen's wrist with the gun. Obviously, Leng Tao planned to abolish Lu Chen first, and then slowly torture him to death.

The sword flashed, and the battle broke out.

Under the shroud of crisis, Lu Chen's eyes could not see a trace of fear, but were calm as usual. The power of the nine bulls came out together, and a heavy black iron spear in his hand, facing the sword light, sent forward, which was the third of the seven types of spears.

"Ding—"

The tip of the sword and the blade of the spear slashed together, causing sparks to emerge in the air. Immediately, there was a pleasant sound of collision in the hollow valley.

Like death plucking a string, a requiem is about to be played.

The tip of the sword was pointed on the spear edge, and the blade of the sword was immediately bent into a bow. Leng Tao snorted heavily, and took the lead in using the true qi stored in the sea of qi. True Qi poured out and poured into the sword body.

The blade straightened and bounced back.

A terrifying huge force was transmitted from the body of the gun, and Lu Chen even carried the gun, and flew backwards three feet in response. Looking ahead, I saw that Leng Tao had replaced him and stood on top of the boulder.

At this moment, the sword in Leng Tao's hand pointed directly at Lu Chen.

"Half a month ago, this sword killed you like a chicken! I didn't expect that in just over half a month, you would be able to block one of my swords. Leng Tao's eyes showed a hint of excitement, and he said, "If I don't kill you, your achievements in martial arts will definitely surpass me in the future." However, you have no future to speak of, and you will only become a ghost under my sword!"

Killing a genius who has not yet risen and killing a fool who will never rise are two very different feelings. The higher Lu Chen's martial arts talent, the more interesting Leng Tao will find it to kill.

After saying this, in the waterfall of the empty valley, the sword light rose again.

"Ding—"

Swords and spears staggered, and sparks erupted in the air. Lu Chen flew out upside down in response, and the sword light followed him like a shadow, chasing after him.

With a snort, the long sword stabbed into Lu Chen's shoulder like a poisonous snake. Blood splattered and spilled all over the ground.

Lu Chen staggered backwards, a heavy black iron spear, left and right. Leng Tao had a playful smile on his face, pressing step by step, a Dawson cold sword light was not stopped, and he deftly avoided the spear blade, and all of them fell on Lu Chen.

"Uh-huh-"

The two fought for less than ten breaths, Leng Tao was unscathed, but Lu Chen was covered with sword wounds. The sword wounds on his body were of different depths, ranging from light to severe. The light one is just a bloody wound. In the heavier case, the bones are deep visible, and the flesh is turned outward. After a short time, Lu Chen was already covered in blood, like a bloody man, and his appearance was not miserable.

Leng Tao's face was calm, and his eyes were always indifferent, as if he was enjoying the battle process of torturing and killing Lu Chen.

Lu Chen exchanged his injuries for his life, and the light of the senleng sword that wandered smartly fell towards him, and the heavy spear of Xuantie was difficult to parry, and he always used the smallest injury in exchange for escaping from Leng Tao's sword.

"Bang-"

Under the blow, Lu Chen couldn't stop Leng Tao's sword momentum again, and flew out upside down in response, slamming into a tree trunk.

Leng Tao, very strong.

Lu Chen was holding a gun in his right hand, and at this moment, his five fingers, palm, right arm, and half of his body where his right arm was located were all sore and numb, and he almost couldn't even hold the gun steadily.

The marksmanship sect wants to be the first to hold the gun. Leng Tao's casual blow made Lu Chen unable to even hold the gun in his hand.

At this point in the battle, the excitement in Leng Tao's eyes disappeared little by little, and was replaced by boredom. The body paused slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and said lightly: "You, you can die." ”

"Python swallows the sun!"

When the words fell, Leng Tao's figure flickered, and he had already killed again, and a sword slashed out, and the sword momentum was extremely powerful.

"Seven guns in style! Seven guns in sweepers!"

At this time, as long as there is a slight hesitation, it will fall into the hands of others, be slaughtered by others, and lose your life. Lu Chen's eyes were slightly gloomy, his five fingers exerted force, and he swept the gun and hit the sword light.

Sen Leng's sword light was like an electric snake, quickly swimming in the air. After encountering the Darkiron Heavy Spear, the electric snake suddenly changed. From a small and agile electric snake, in an instant, it turned into a fierce and violent python. The python opened its bloody jaw and swallowed the blade of the Darkiron Heavy Spear.

The sound of tinkling is endless. In the hollow valley, sparks emerged.

Lu Chen only felt that the Xuantie heavy spear in his hand seemed to be deeply trapped in a quagmire, and the more he struggled, the deeper the Xuantie heavy spear sank.

The only way to do this is to lose the gun.

It's just that Lu Chen's right hand is still firmly grasping the smooth mirror-like barrel of the Xuantie heavy spear.

He has two sets of combat skills, one set of swordsmanship skills - Qingguang Sword Technique Wisdom Formula, and one set of marksmanship skills - Marksmanship Sect Yao. If you lose your gun at this moment, you can only use the Qingguang Sword Technique. But he didn't comprehend the mystery of the Qingguang Sword Technique at all, and at this moment, he didn't hurt the enemy, he hurt himself first, it was better than looking for death.

Guns, can not be put down.

At this time, the sword light spit out longer and longer, like a wild python, the python's body twisted, wrapped around the body of the Xuantie heavy spear, and the bloody mouth came towards Lu Chen.

If you don't lose your gun, you will die!

"Boom!"

Between the lightning and the fire, Lu Chen seemed to be deaf. The sound of the mountain wind, the sound of the waterfall flowing, the sound of gold and iron clashing, the sound of clothes hunting...... It's all gone.

This moment, he caught. Only the gun in your hand can't be dropped!

The sword light python had already engulfed Lu Chen's right hand holding the Xuantie heavy spear, the sword qi was swallowed, and the skin on the back of Lu Chen's hand cracked one after another, and the red blood dripped down the Xuantie heavy spear.

A trace of pain made Lu Chen feel the imminent death.

"Die!" A sneer appeared in Leng Tao's eyes, as if he was about to trample an ant to death, and his heart did not fluctuate.

Cold waves, close at hand.

The tip of the sword, close at hand.

Death is at hand.

In the face of all this, Lu Chen was calm as usual, and a chilling meaning flashed in his clear eyes. One hand didn't give an inch, and he tightly grasped the heavy spear of Xuantie. just stood in place without moving, but there was a strange and inexplicable charm on his body.

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