Emperor of Taikoo

"Swoosh!"

The sound of wind breaking sounded again, and Lu Chen rushed out, quickly approaching a lucky and undead owner, the sword in his hand thrust forward.

At the same time, a cold voice spit out from Lu Chen's mouth, "You guys, let's die!"

The man had just escaped from Lu Chen's sword, but he hadn't had time to relax before the crisis came again.

He wanted to hide, but the speed of Lu Chen's sword was too fast, and it was not a warrior who could break away from the ground.

"puff!"

A sword passed through.

"puff!"

Lu Chen kept moving, turning back with another sword, the sword light spitting out, and coldly crossed the neck of a man.

"Puff puff"

For a time, the long sword waved again and again, bringing up blossoms of blood. Several lucky family owners were looted under Lu Chen's hands like wheat.

The people in the distance were stunned by Lu Chen's fierce means. For a time, everyone looked like this quietly, watching a killing feast!

"call!"

The wind blows.

Everyone inside and outside the city was cold, and shivered.

"puff!"

With the blood splattered, only two people remained in the center of the battlefield.

The two are Hong Qianjun, the head of the Hong family, and Ji Haiping, the head of the Ji family.

After seeing Lu Chen's fierce side, Rao is Hong Qianjun, a half-step mixed-environmental strongman, and he is also afraid at the moment.

At the same time of fear, a crazy thought originated from the bottom of his heart, the muscles on his face began to twist, and he growled in a low voice: "Lu Chen, even if I die today, I will pull you on the road."

He crimsoned his eyes, roared, and held it with his right hand. A blood-red long knife appeared in his hand.

At the next moment, the blood knife trembled, and a blood-red gas visible to the naked eye poured out from Hong Qianjun's body and was instilled into the blood knife.

"clank"

The sound of the knife rang.

With the passage of time, the momentum above the blood knife climbed up, reaching a terrifying point in an instant, and Hong Qianjun was quickly aging with a speed visible to the naked eye.

White happened, the back rickets, just a breath, then changed from forty to seventy or eighty old.

"Blood slaughter world!"

In line with Lu Chen's idea of ​​annihilation, Hong Qianjun's knife is merciless, and at the cost of his life, he cuts a knife far beyond his own cultivation.

The sword gas is like a mountain, the thick sword gas contains infinite power, wherever the air is cut like a stream of water.

Lu Chen's right hand rested on the hilt, looking at the knife, his eyes calm, his dark double pupils were like two deep pools, and the ancient well was waveless.

Being watched by Lu Chen's calm gaze, Hong Qianjun's heart jumped inexplicably, and then reacted, his heart was even more angry. The only remaining force in the body was like the Yangtze River, which was instilled into the blood knife.

Suddenly, Daoqi vigorously, with the momentum of chopping the sky, draw a bright light in the air, slashing towards Lu Chen.

"Is this your desperate means? If you have only such strength, then you will die for me too!"

Lu Chen's eyes were cold, the sound of Qiang, the blood blade was horizontal, luck, cut out, all in one go.

In an instant, the strength of the whole body condensed, and the sword of the five elements sword magic gold was cut again!

Hong Qianjun felt a huge shock, and only an invincible terrorist force came. Suddenly, a flower in front of him saw a golden sword awn destroying the knife awn, ruthlessly slashing on his chest.

"puff!"

The severe pain, along with the rotation of the sky, Hong Qianjun stared dumbly at the bright red on his chest. There was a deep incredible in his eyes. With a click, the blood knife fell off the ground from his hand, followed by a black line of sight, and his head fell. On the ground.

"boom!!!"

The moment when Hong Qianjun fell, the violent collision sound came slowly, and with Lu Chen as the center, a sharp storm swept out.

"This, how is it possible!!!"

After the storm dissipated, although everyone's heart had a result, when he saw the cold corpse under Lu Chen's feet, he still subconsciously sucked in his breath.

Hong Qianjun, a half-step hybrid powerhouse, is a weapon cut at the cost of life, and is definitely not weaker than ordinary hybrid powerhouse.

Even so, he was still dead, ruthlessly destroyed by the sword of Lu Chen, and finally cut under the sword.

This result, coupled with Lu Chen's previous strength, all people inexplicably came up with five words-Hundred Yuan Real Powerhouse!

Yes, although Lu Chenxiu has only eight yuan, but his strength has really reached the category of mixed element.

Not far away, the face of the city owner Mo Xie and that of Song Xiaotian were all dim and gloomy and terrifying.

Compared with other people, ecstasy appeared on the faces of the Zhou family.

Zhou Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fists, and excitedly said, "It's so strong! My lord didn't lie to me. He really has mixed strength. Now, Zhou's family is saved."

"You're left."

After killing Hong Qianjun with a sword, Lu Chen looked at the last person, the head of the Ji family, Ji Haiping.

Ji Haiping's heart shook, and in a life-and-death crisis, he wanted to ask for mercy, but when he met Lu Chen's cold eyes, he knew the result

"Last time, in the face of Princess Ji Luo, I spared your life, but I don't know how to cherish it. Then you die!"

When the words fell, Lu Chen fell directly with a sword, and his sword screamed, killing Ji Haiping with a sword!

So far, all the patriarchs in Donglai City have died except Zhou Tianhao!!!

The sunlight pierced the layers of clouds and swayed on everyone, but at this time, everyone could not feel a trace of warmth, only a cold chill that rose from the heart rose from his heart and changed his whole body.

Cold, cold and cold.

Limbs are cold and stiff.

"Song Xiaotian, next, it's your turn!"

His arm shook and shook the blood dripping from the blade. Lu Chen stared directly at Song Xiaotian, his mouth grinning.

As soon as this remark came out, there was silence.

After counting interest, everyone sneered.

Lu Chen's strength is not false, and it is not false to be comparable to the Hundred Yuan Powerhouse, but he wants to inflate and challenge an old Hundred Yuan Powerhouse. This is pure death.

It is important to know that the skull group is the master, Song Xiaotian, but its prestige and strength are unfathomable. Even the city owner Mo Xie, who is also a mixed yuan, is not his opponent, let alone Lu Chen.

The city owner Mo Xie also smiled when he heard the words, his hands clasped in his sleeves slowly loosened, and the Yuan Li dissipated.

"Good! Good!" Song Xiaotian was stunned for a while, then smiled angrily, "Since you are looking for death, then I will complete you!!!"

"Roar!"

The sound fell, and a roar sounded suddenly, and then saw that the mount under Song Xiaotian stepped on the ground violently, directly ejected, and the sky was empty.

At the same time, Song Xiaotian's right hand was gripped fiercely, and suddenly he was centered, within a thousand kilometers, the wind was loud, the vitality gathered between the world, and the dark red aura wrapped his right palm.

"Fire Devil Palm!"

Suddenly, a palm swept down the landing dust.

The dark red elemental force rises like a fiery fire, and a fierce and strong force bursts out, forming a flame to cover the sky and directly bombard the layers of space, pressing down on the landing dust cover.