"It stands to reason that this seat shouldn't have a junior like you, but you killed my only son, so today I will definitely crush you to ashes and avenge my son!" Song Pengcheng said.

"I hope that Hall Master Song won't capsize in the gutter!" Lu Chen chuckled.

Song Pengcheng snorted coldly, raised one hand, and stretched out one palm from his sleeve and slapped it towards Lu Chen.

As soon as the palm came out, the wind surged, and the demonic energy in the void tumbled, rapidly converging into a black palm the size of dozens of zhang.

Rumble!

The giant palm fell, Song Pengcheng sneered in his heart, this palm, even an ordinary god early stage cultivator would not dare to shake it, and the junior in front of him was estimated to immediately turn into a puddle of flesh.

Lu Chen's right hand moved forward and pointed down.

"Through the Clouds"

The void buzzed and trembled, bursting out with a terrifying suction, and the surrounding spiritual power poured in wildly, and in an instant, a giant finger of seven or eight zhang in size condensed out, and with the integration of spiritual power, the texture on this finger became clearer and clearer, and between these textures, silver arcs visible to the naked eye appeared, sneering.

Rumble!

When the fingertips met the black giant palm, the fierce thunder and lightning power exploded directly, shattering the giant palm in an instant.

Song Pengcheng, the long-established god of the Southern Oasis, had his pupils constricted, and his eyes showed a look of disbelief.

Song Pengcheng didn't expect that the power of the other party's casual blow would be comparable to that of a monk in the early stage of the Transformation of Gods.

But even so, in this person's opinion, it is not difficult to kill Lu Chen.

Song Pengcheng took out a black magic sword from the storage ring, about six feet long, the sword body was cast with a ghost and god pattern, this sword is called Blood Death, it is the number one magic weapon in the Blood Demon Palace, and for tens of thousands of years, countless high-level monks have died under this sword.

I saw Song Pengcheng wave with one hand.

Airplanes!

The Blood Sword flew out and turned into a black giant sword.

The black giant sword demon was full of energy, emitting bloodthirsty sword qi, and the sword qi was permeated, and the void trembled.

The ghost and god patterns on the sword body flashed with blood-colored sword rays, and an incomparably cold aura erupted.

Under Song Pengcheng's fingers, the black giant sword slashed out directly, and countless sword qi was pressed down, exuding an endless fierce aura.

Tens of thousands of monks on the viewing platform were watching, all of them showing awe-inspiring eyes, and the power of the eighth-order mid-grade magic weapon was so powerful.

Su Jingtian's face was solemn, and Su Mei'er's expression was extremely nervous, and her heart was worried about Lu Chen.

Lu Chen's expression was calm, he didn't show the slightest uneasiness, took out a magic talisman from the storage ring, and raised it in the direction where the giant sword attacked, after Lu Chen poured spiritual power, bursts of dark yellow wind and sand slowly appeared in the void, and the wind and sand continued to solidify, and then deformed.

Horns, dragon whiskers, scale claws, dragon tails, only a loud dragon groan was heard, and a yellow dragon the size of ten zhang suddenly appeared.

The yellow dragon rolled and roared, directly wrapping the black giant sword firmly, making it unable to move for a moment.

"Eighth-Order Middle-grade Talisman!" Song Pengcheng's face was as gloomy as water, and his opponent's net worth was so rich.

Just when the magic talisman illusioned Huang Long trapped the method sword, Lu Chen secretly operated the Zhenxian Tower, and the aura of heaven and earth in the entire ring for thousands of zhang suddenly surged madly in the direction of Lu Chen.

"Falling Stars!"

Lu Chen drank lowly, suddenly stretched out his hand forward, bent three fingers, and left only the index finger and middle finger standing together.

In an instant, the stars shifted, the sky was dark, and the endless void appeared in the shape of stars, and there was a faint starlight sprinkled down.

Suddenly, the starlight that fell down condensed in the void a little bit, condensed into two crystal clear giant fingers, and the heaven and earth aura of the entire space poured into the fingers crazily.

Many monks on the viewing platform cried out in a lost voice: "What kind of spell is this, it is so powerful!"

Lu Chen's Falling Star Finger, after his cultivation broke through to the Great Consummation of the Yuan Infant, was enough to instantly kill the early stage cultivators of ordinary gods, and the power of his eruption made Song Pengcheng feel endless fear in his heart.

Under the crisis of life and death, this person finally stopped hiding his cultivation, it turned out that Song Pengcheng's cultivation had broken through to the middle stage of transformation a few months ago.

This person pinched the fingers of his left hand, urged the mana, and released layers of faint golden rays to envelop himself.

At this moment, these two giant fingers smashed the layers of shields that Song Pengcheng laid down.

Only a few loud bangs were heard, the corners of Song Pengcheng's mouth were bleeding, and his body was even more embarrassed and retreated hundreds of steps.

At this moment, Song Pengcheng's face was hideous, and he saw this person take out a jade talisman from the storage ring.

This jade talisman is a sect predecessor in the history of the Blood Demon Temple who cultivated to reach the late stage of the god transformation, and before the end of his life, he sealed the remaining cultivation into a jade talisman, which is the rune treasure in the monk's mouth, and the master who made this talisman is a sword cultivator, so as long as the talisman is sacrificed and blessed on the ordinary eighth-order magic sword, the sword intent contained in the rune treasure can temporarily raise the magic sword to a level.

At this moment, in order to kill Lu Chen and avenge his son, Song Pengcheng even took out the Sect Protector Treasure of the Blood Demon Palace.

Song Pengcheng quickly crushed the jade talisman, and after the black blood sword in his hand fused with the sword intent in the talisman treasure, his strength skyrocketed several times, and his grade suddenly climbed to the top grade of the eighth order.

"Die for this seat!" Song Pengcheng shouted with a hideous face.

The black giant sword burst with aura, and an extremely powerful sword intent emanated from the sword, which was unstoppable.

All the monks on the viewing platform were shocked by the power of this sword, and involuntarily stood up, their eyes full of awe.

Su Mei'er bit her red lips tightly, her face turned pale, she didn't expect that the Blood Demon Hall would have such a killer weapon as a high-level rune treasure.

The black long sword turned into a huge sword rainbow and slashed towards Lu Chen.

The power of this rune treasure, Song Pengcheng had heard the previous hall master mention it, and it was easy to kill the mid-stage cultivator of the Transformation God.

At this moment, Song Pengcheng was full of confidence in his heart, and the bloody sword after the blessing of Fu Bao's sword intent would definitely kill Lu Chen instantly.

Lu Chen's face was solemn, his pupils shrunk, and the power emitted by the method sword was enough to instantly kill a mid-stage cultivator.

Lu Chen quickly took out more than thirty drops of blue water spirit pulp and swallowed it, and under the operation of "Reverse Yin and Yang", the aura in his body rose wildly, and the majestic momentum soared into the sky, and the coercion he exuded was much stronger than Song Pengcheng, the hall master of the Blood Demon Palace.

With the secret technique of "Reversing Yin and Yang", although Lu Chen has not reached the realm of transforming into a god, his combat power has reached the late stage of transforming into a god.

Tens of thousands of monks on the viewing platform showed extreme shock, and the young monk on the stage was actually a strong man in the late stage of the transformation of gods.

The evil Yunzi who presided over the competition was also extremely surprised, and said lightly, this time the Lord of the Blood Demon Hall is afraid that it will be more auspicious.

Song Pengcheng's face turned pale instantly, and Lu Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations.

Su Meier looked at Lu Chen with beautiful eyes, with joy, pride, obsession, and a little shyness in her eyes.

As for the monks of the Blood Demon Palace, they were in a cold sweat, worried about their hall master.

Su Jingtian's eyes swept over his daughter Su Mei'er, and then looked at Lu Chen, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

Lu Chen leaned out with one hand and fell towards the void.

"Starfall"

The sound is flat, but it seems to have endless magic, penetrating the space, turning into a rolling sound and sweeping out.

At this moment, the spiritual power in Lu Chen's body flowed like a mighty river, frantically converging to his fingertips and gushing out.

With this finger falling, an invisible coercion instantly enveloped the ring thousands of zhang!

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the earth immediately dimmed, and above the void, there was an overwhelming dark cloud, between the rolling clouds, a thunderous sound came out of it, and countless arm-thick purple thunderbolts appeared in it, constantly swimming in the clouds, and a terrifying breath gradually spread from the clouds.

An earth-shattering roar rang out, and a thick purple lightning bolt fell from the clouds.

Rumble!

This purple thunder and lightning was earth-shattering, the black giant sword resisted slightly, and suddenly trembled, and the earth-shattering sword intent blessed by the rune treasure was easily dispelled in an instant, and the black light of this sword flashed, suddenly contracted, returned to the size of its body, and fell into the ring. `

The purple thunder and lightning continued to bombard towards Song Pengcheng.

The power of Lu Chen's spell was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the tens of thousands of monks on the viewing platform were all pale, and there was endless fear in their hearts.

Song Pengcheng's face was gloomy, and he quickly took out a white jade plate.

It's just that after a few breaths, this person's complexion changed greatly, his eyes were full of endless horror, and the jade plate in his hand couldn't stop the other party's purple thunder and lightning at all, and in the blink of an eye, it was already full of cracks, and then it shattered.

The purple thunder and lightning struck Song Pengcheng fiercely, directly stirring this person's Yuan Ying into pieces, and the ownerless body immediately fell to the ground.

There was silence on the viewing platform, and the powerhouse in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, the generation of heroes in the Southern Oasis, actually fell like this.

When Evil Yunzi announced Lu Chen's victory, tens of thousands of monks from the Blood Demon Hall and the Ten Thousand Demon Sect retreated in a hurry like lost dogs.