He had planned to instigate everyone to strike first, and he waited for the opportunity to move, and he was already prepared. He didn't think that one stone would stir up a thousand waves, and the greed of everyone completely stimulated the bloody and ferocious aura in Lu Chen's heart, and seeing that the sky above the wilderness was filled with hurricanes, thunder and lightning, and sword shadows, even he didn't dare to take a step forward.

"This~This~"

The blue-robed old man's eyes were like copper bells, and he already had a retreat in his heart. At this moment, a figure quickly flashed in front of him, revealing a hideous, terrifying bloodthirsty and evil smile.

"Old horseman, do you want to leave?" The person who appeared was Lu Chen, who was very powerful, just now he was still dancing the phantom sound bell in the air, and his divine sense controlled the five-color wind and thunder sword to kill the enemy, and a man appeared in front of the blue-robed old man without paying attention.

The old man in the blue robe was stunned, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Senior, please be merciful, senior~"

"Peng~"

Before the words fell, Lu Chen's hand pierced the old man's chest with a blazing black flame, and before the flames could touch his heart, his internal organs had already been scorched black. The old man's eyes widened, and he didn't even see the bubbling blood, and he lost his life.

Killing the old man in the blue robe, Lu Chen's expression was as usual, and he said coldly: "Dare to provoke me, this is the end." ”

"Huh~"

After speaking, Lu Chen turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in place, and there was another golden pill with incomparably pure aura in his Qiankun bag.

The raging wind seemed to bring people up to the boundless sea of blood hell, and the sky above the wilderness and dense forest was full of miserable screams, and those Jindan masters who were arrogant just now and tried in vain to seize the treasure of the Ghost Sword Blood Evil Hall seemed to have become the target of Lu Chen's slaughter.

Thousands of miles in the sky, there were gushing blood fountains everywhere, and some masters hurriedly dodged, even though they did not die immediately, but their bodies were covered with deep and revealing sword marks. The five-color wind and thunder sword array, with the cooperation of the phantom bell, suppressed everyone's strength all the way to the end, and even half of the strength could not be brought into play.

And Jin Xiu and the puppet Shenmu, the two puppet assistants who are comparable to the masters of Jin Dan, seem to have become the black and white impermanence of harvesting life in the field.

Lu Chen waved the Dragon Soul Sword in his left hand and shook the phantom sound bell violently with his right hand, his eyes flashed frequently, and when he opened his mouth, a black flame dragon rolled up a large area of flames. As the old man said, at a critical time, the potential of the monks of the path of despair can become a generation of fierce gods.

Gradually, the flow of people retreated rapidly, and the tragic scene was full of pungent smell of blood, and many people were seriously injured and successfully escaped. No one dared to try to get within a hundred meters of Lu Chen's side, and at this time, Lu Chen in the eyes of everyone was simply a peerless demon, and he only had the killing intent in his eyes.

The more Fang Zixin looked at it, the colder her heart became, she didn't know whether it was right or wrong to ask Lu Chen for help, and she never thought that Lu Chen would have such an earth-shattering ability. Under his hands, the early master of Jindan is no different from an ant.

She looked at the Blood Evil Sword in her hand, and found that her hands were trembling without obeying the call, and an indescribable emotion slowly rose in her heart: "Could it be that he has reached the Yuanying realm?"