The confrontation just now made Fu Gong extremely surprised, the ice spear should have been condensed by the cold current seeping out of some kind of magic weapon, with his skill, not to mention a dozen swords, even one sword was enough to cut it off, but when he slashed out the first sword, he immediately felt that something was wrong. The tip of the ice spear was not only extremely sharp, but the cold current of the spear body was even more able to penetrate into the surface of the body, trying to freeze his qi and blood, which delayed his pursuit and killing.

"It's a high-grade magic weapon, why does this kid have so many magic weapons? ”

The surrounding crowd exclaimed again, seeing the phantom sound bell in Lu Chen's left hand, the dragon soul sword in his right hand, and the cold mist beads that had just been taken out on his chest, calmly levitating and exuding an unimaginable cold aura, all of them were actually high-grade medium-grade magic weapons, or even high-grade magic weapons.

A medium-grade magic weapon, even if the master of the late stage of Jindan sees it, he will also have a predatory heart.

And a high-grade magic weapon is enough to make the monk crazy.

Moreover, everyone was still worried about the Qiankun bag that Fang Zixin had just given to Lu Chen, which clearly contained the treasures in the Blood Evil Palace.

Fu Lie stared at Lu Chen calmly, and after thinking about it, he finally changed his decision and said, "Second and third, join forces to clean up this kid first." ”

"Yes, big brother. Fu Gong and Fu Dong shouted in unison, and at the same time raised the purple poison sword and killed Lu Chen.

The war broke out again, Lu Chen didn't dare to be careless, the five-color wind and thunder sword array was running to the extreme, and the phantom sound bell was thrown high, and the palm of his hand shot out a series of black and gold energy, frantically hitting the phantom sound bell.

For a while, the bell sounded loudly in the sky, and it slowly reverberated between the hooks. The masters looked at the change of color, how dare they get close to half a minute, and hurriedly retreat.

Lu Chen held the cold mist bead in his hand and treated it calmly, he knew that now was not the time to take out the Haokong Hammer, once the Dayan Golden Pill was in operation, his identity as a Dongzhou monk would be exposed.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen thought about it, stepped on it fiercely, and retreated towards the west again and again.

"Leave him behind~"

Fu Lie let out a loud shout, and the purple poison sword gushed out thousands of corpse poison swords. This purple poison sword was brewed by the three of them with corpse poison for fifty years. The corpse poison aura on the sword's body, ordinary people will die immediately if they inhale it in their mouths. Fortunately, Lu Chen has a poison-avoiding orb in his hand, although he can't completely suppress the poisonous gas, but he can also resist most of them, and the rest are burned by his black heart fire.

"Ding Ding~"

"Boom~"

The battle in the high altitude continued to escalate, and the strength displayed by Lu Chen also increased at a terrifying speed. Seeing this, Ma Skull and Zi Long, who rushed from the periphery, couldn't help but gasp again and again. Now they really recognize Lu Chen, where is the late stage of foundation building, they clearly have the strength of Jindan masters, and even Lu Chen is hundreds of times stronger than them.

"Purple Poison Three-Way Strike~"

After fighting for a long time, a resentment also rose in Fu Lie's heart, and he flew into the air, and the two brothers Fu Gong and Fu Dong suddenly converged from both sides to the center when they heard the words, and then stood one after the other.

Lu Chen's eyes were cold, and he felt that the other party's momentum was climbing at an unforeseeable speed, and the secret path was not good, so he immediately slapped his forehead and spewed out the Gu Yan Tower.