"I thought you had a lot of strength, but I didn't expect it to be like that!" Wei Lan stared coldly at the figure in the room and sneered.

Lu Chen's mocking voice came from the dark side of the room: "The one who has the last laugh is the winner, do you think this person will be you?"

"At this time, I'm still not convinced, right? Very good, then sacrifice your blood to my dead brothers!" Wei Lan shook the gun, the barrel of the gun trembled, and as soon as the whole person moved, he turned into an afterimage and rushed into the chamber, and the silver spear went out to sea like a dragon, stabbing at Lu Chen who was standing in the dark with a fierce aura.

However, the moment the sharp tip of the spear was about to stab Lu Chen's body, a demonic purple light lit up in vain.

Like a vicious poisonous snake, it rolled up the spear that stabbed at great speed like lightning, and quickly stalked the barrel of the gun, biting Wei Lan's palm coldly.

Wei Lan was taken aback for a moment and wanted to draw his gun and retreat, but Lu Chen would not give him a chance. The black heavy sword held in his left hand carried the momentum of thunder, and he took the opportunity to smash it into the opponent, and the thick sword qi caused a violent shock in the air.

Wei Lan's eyes kicked, his pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes, and at the critical moment, the nine internal strength of the day after tomorrow exploded with all his strength, and he struggled to pull out the silver spear and quickly block the spear.

With a crisp sound of the 'bell', the surging force fell like a meteorite falling from the sky, pressing Wei Lan's whole person to kneel down, and a large area of cracks suddenly appeared on the ground under the soles of his feet.

"Your strength is nothing more than that!" Lu Chen looked at Wei Lan with a calm face and a sweaty forehead, and snorted lowly.

Feeling the tremendous power coming from the barrel of the gun, Wei Lan's forehead was bruised, his face turned red, and there was a faint fishy sweet taste in his throat.

What kind of internal strength secret has this guy cultivated, and it is unbelievable that he has such strength.

He was too careless, according to the information he got from his subordinates, he should have known that the other party had another purple soft sword, otherwise, he would not have suffered such a loss.

"It turns out that you have been hiding clumsy, but I underestimated you, and now it seems that you can't keep it, otherwise there will be endless trouble!" Wei Lan let out a low snort, the barrel of the gun suddenly raised, and the whole person took the opportunity to retreat a few meters, and stabbed Lu Chen in the chest with a return pistol.

The black heavy sword quickly pulled up, and the spear head that stabbed rapidly was immediately blocked by the wide sword body, and the sparks immediately flew everywhere.

"This guy, it's really difficult!" Wei Lan said hatefully, no matter how hard he tried, the shiny black heavy sword did not move at all, as if it was stabbed on a shield.

Lu Chen's eyes lowered, and his face was indifferent and shouted: "You have done your best, it's my turn!" As soon as the words fell, the purple soft sword quickly trembled, like a rattlesnake, hissing in the air, biting the other party fiercely.

Wei Lan's eyelids jumped, and a layer of goosebumps appeared all over his body, and in the face of Lu Chen's soft sword, an indescribable fear suddenly appeared in his heart.

Immediately put away the gun to resist, pulling and pulling, the spear danced wildly, like a wind wheel, defending itself tightly and impenetrable.

Lu Chen shot with all his might, naturally mercilessly, with a heavy sword in his left hand and a soft sword in his right hand, sword after sword slashing at the other party frantically, and the continuous sword moves seemed to be flowing water, not giving Wei Lan a chance to fight back at all.

"Ding" "Ding" "Ding".... The crisp sound is endless, and the dazzling sparks shine fiercely in the dark wing.

At the beginning, it was Wei Lan who pressed the landing dust, but now the situation has reversed in an instant, and it is Wei Lan's turn to feel the taste of being oppressed, which is the so-called feng shui in turn.

'Brush' 'Brush' 'Brush'... The strange purple sword light shone wildly in the dark chamber, and the black heavy sword was like a thunderbolt of the Nine Heavens, smashing towards Wei Lan one after another.

The poignant purple sword light continued one after another, sweeping through Wei Lan again and again, like a gust of yin wind.

Wei Lan couldn't imagine that Lu Chen's hidden true strength was so terrifying, it was like falling into a quagmire in an instant, unable to extricate himself.

Lu Chen has been longing for a real battle for a long time, and he didn't use all his strength before, there are two reasons, the first is that he doesn't want to reveal his identity in front of the people in the City Lord's Mansion, and the second is that he wants to test the other party's strength first, so he has always had reservations.

Now, there is no longer a need.

Because, the idea that Wei Lan in front of him had to die, and he dared to fight Wushuang City, with him, it was simply wishful thinking.

Wei Lan's defense was very tight, no matter how Lu Chen's two swords stabbed out, and how vicious and tricky his moves were, it was like hitting a turtle shell, and there was no response.

"What kind of swordsmanship is the other party cultivating, it's so weird. The two swords in his hand are like two swordsmen, and they can actually perform different styles of sword moves to attack me at the same time, incredible!" Wei Lan resisted with difficulty, and his heart was shocked.

He had never seen a sword warrior who could perform different styles of swordsmanship at the same time, and he was now dealing with two swordsmen of the same strength.

It is conceivable that Wei Lan's current difficult predicament, if he doesn't fight back, he is afraid that death will be the only outcome.

"Get out of here!" Wei Lan picked up his spear and swept it violently, forcing Lu Chen to retreat. Turning around in an instant, he clenched the spear with both hands, with a strange spiral force, the tip of the spear turned into a crazy spinning drill, stabbing at Lu Chen like lightning, and the air around him hissed, as if it had penetrated the air.

The poisonous dragon piercing the heart drill, Wei Lan's strongest trick.

In the center of Lu Chen's pupils, the sharp spear that shot wildly was reflected, his heart couldn't help beating, and a strong sense of crisis appeared in his mind without warning, and he immediately retreated a few steps.

"You can't run away, suffer death!" Wei Lan shouted, his palm spun vigorously, and the sharp spear head accelerated again in vain to a terrifying point.

Lu Chen held the sword in both hands, his eyes were cold, and at the moment when the silver spear stabbed, his figure instantly became illusory, and the whole person became blurry and elegant, like a gust of wind, lightly avoiding the opponent's killing blow.

With a loud bang, half of the entire chamber collapsed, and the power of the poisonous dragon's heart-piercing drill was really extraordinary.

"The marksmanship is exquisite, but unfortunately, it's still a bad move!" The cold voice sounded behind him, like a ghost in the darkness.

Wei Lan was shocked, and the flaws were exposed. Immediately prepared to draw a gun to counterattack, but unexpectedly, a figure on the left flickered, and a poignant sword light lit up in an instant.

Poof, Wei Lan's left arm sleeve was cut out.

"Your speed is too slow!" The cold voice resounded in the wing, as if coming from all directions, and a figure in the dark swooped down on Wei Lan like a ghost.

Wei Lan's gaze swept around, constantly searching for Lu Chen's gaze.

But Lu Chen's body style is too weird, like a fluttering wind, flashing around, out of nowhere, coming and going without a trace.

At the time of this sentence, Lu Chen had already swung his sword more than thirty times, and each time it was in a different position.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Lan's whole person became tattered, like a ragged beggar, with sharp sword marks left by Lu Chen everywhere, but there was no blood flowing out of his body, and most of the credit was due to the dark golden soft armor on his body.

"Look at your fearless appearance, it turns out that you have protective soft armor on your body!" Lu Chen's flickering and cold voice resounded in every corner of the chamber, like a ghostly mockery.

Wei Lan's eyes flashed, holding the gun in both hands, looking around vigilantly, ignoring the banter from all around, and whispered in vain: "I found you, come out!"

Lu Chen looked stunned, and before he could react, he was swept away by Wei Lan with a fierce stick, like a sharp arrow that broke through the roof and quickly rose into the air.

"Since I practiced martial arts, you are the strongest opponent I have ever met, as a matter of respect, then I will also let you see my self-created tricks!" Lu Chen, who was in mid-air, looked down at the figure in the wing, and his cold voice resounded through the courtyard.

Boom, there was a dull loud sound in the air, as if the sky had collapsed, and a terrifying majestic momentum erupted from Lu Chen's body!

The black heavy sword fluttered lightly, trembling slightly, and emitting a faint hissing sound, like the sound of striking silverware, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Heavenly Fury!" Lu Chen took a deep breath, and the black heavy sword was like thunder and lightning, quickly slashing towards Wei Lan who was in the courtyard wing from top to bottom, and wherever the thick and blunt black sword tip went, there were rippled ripples, and the momentum was like the sky collapsing.

Wei Lan's pupils widened in vain, looking up at the rapidly approaching black heavy sword above his head, his expression was shocked, and his entire body was instantly enveloped by a huge momentum, unable to move half a step, as if the surrounding air was frozen in ice.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his spear and stabbed out, wanting to stab the heavens and the earth through a hole.

The moment the black heavy sword fell, followed by a loud bang, as if the sky had collapsed, and the sound resounded for miles in a radius. The courtyard shook violently, like an earthquake.

There was a earth-shattering sound of 'boom', and the dilapidated house suddenly burst open!

At the center of Wei Lan and Lu Chen's fierce battle, the ground collapsed instantly, and the surging air waves mixed with a large number of wood fragments rolled violently in all directions, as if a storm swept through the courtyard.

Tang Yun and the others stood not far away, as if they were swept up by a strong wind, blowing people on their backs.

It took a while for the dilapidated courtyard to calm down.

Tang Yun, with the support of her sister Tang Xuan, slowly stood up, looking at the courtyard in front of her that was almost in ruins, and the two sisters were shocked.

When Tang Chong and Wen Hu, the two acquired ninefold martial artists, saw this scene, their mouths grew even bigger, and their faces were shocked!

Is this the true strength of Lu Chen, incredible!

Ask yourself, if they fight to the death with Wei Lan, the result will definitely be a loss, they have never seen such a terrible marksmanship.

Obviously, here, Tang Chong and Wen Hu can only be regarded as two wolves at best, while Wei Lan is enough to be called a fierce tiger, and the poor strength of the two sides is obvious.

Of course, the feeling that Lu Chen's strength gave them can only be described in four words, unfathomable!

Although they are both acquired ninefold martial artists, their internal strength is only the foundation, and the most important place to fight at their level is experience and skill. Because the masters rarely show flaws in the fight, they will even try their best to hide their weaknesses in the fight. Exposure of flaws, the result means death.

This is the gap between the strong and the weak.