Qian Yuan and others are ashamed.

"In that case, I'll fight you." Zhao Yan said angrily.

"Which waste are you?" Lu Chen asked.

"I heard it clearly, my name is Zhao Yan." Zhao Yan said angrily.

"Oh, it turns out that waste also has a name. It's really strange, it's worthy of being from Lingxu Valley." Lu Chen smiled.

"Damn it." Zhao Yan hated him when he heard the words, and could no longer control his emotions. He rushed out. The blazing fire swept out, and a large cloud of fire appeared above his head.

At this time, Zhao Yan seemed to be a Vulcan.

"Roar." With a hot flame burning all over his body, he suddenly shouted to the sky, then appeared in the air, waved his hands, and endless fire patterns appeared and gathered in his palm.

This fire pattern is very weird, as if there is a kind of mystery in it, as soon as it appears, a large flame pattern appears in all directions, beating like a fire snake.

Under Zhao Yan's control, those fire patterns kept crackling.

"Eighteen beats of the flames."

Immediately afterwards, he glared at Lu Chen and yelled. Both palms immediately fell down, hitting Lu Chen directly, a palm print crashed down, and the void burst out.

But just as soon as this palm print flew out, another palm print was formed, and one palm was stronger than one palm, and one palm was thicker than one palm, and the fire attribute spiritual power contained in it was stronger.

There are eighteen palms, and the power is extremely powerful. From a distance, it seems that there are huge flame mountains pressing against Lu Chen.

In an instant, Lu Chen was enveloped by the overwhelming flame palm prints, and the gurgling sound of Wangchuan Lake under his feet emitted hot smoke, which was then quickly evaporated.

Everyone watching the battle smelled a burning air and was shocked.

"Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan's strength is so strong, it seems that he is not far from breaking through the spiritual realm."

"I wonder if I can defeat this Yang Chen?"

"It might work?"

By this time, everyone no longer doubted Lu Chen's strength, so they were not sure whether Zhao Yan could defeat him.

Yang Qi, who was sitting in the mountains, remained motionless.

As for the Fengshen Yu, standing behind Zhao Zichuan, looking through the eighteen palm prints, looking at Lu Chen who was caught in the sky, a deep shock of shock flashed in his eyes.

Lu Chen waved the pitch-black sword in his hand, and instantly pierced the palm prints, and the sky's black light swooped up, blasting the sky full of fire.

Zhao Yan was shocked and hurriedly turned to the palm of his hand, but he did not expect that Lu Chen had broken ten palm prints, and the eleventh palm print would not last long.

"Damn it."

His face finally turned gloomy, and the fierce color in his eyes disappeared. At this moment, he knew why Qianyuan was defeated by Qianyuan's powerful strength.

But the key thing is that he cannot be defeated, because he is the most powerful disciple among the inner disciples, leaving Long Xiao aside.

If he was defeated, then among the disciples of the Lingxu Valley Profound Sky Realm, there would be no one who could defeat Lu Chen.

Thinking of this, he drew out 70% of the fire-attribute spiritual power in his body, and completely gathered it in his palm. The blazing aura spread out, and the pattern of fire was formed, intertwined into a train, and hit Lu Chen.

At this time, Lu Chen had already broken open the seventeenth palm print.

"Boom";

The eighteenth palm print was also split.

That is, at this instant, the pike formed by the fire pattern struck down.

Lu Chen's eyes were gleaming, and he swung the ink sword in his hand from bottom to top, and the black light of the sky rushed up, the sword reverberated loudly, and a mouthful of poisonous sword qi flew out.

After a few pops, the fire-patterned chain broke apart.

"Boom".

Zhao Yan flew upside down, with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and withdrew from Baizhang before he stabilized his figure.

He coughed a few times with a sullen face, and his face became extremely pale. Looking at Lu Chen, he was deeply shocked and jealous.

However, his red eyes were full of unwillingness. With his cultivation base in the late stage of the Profound Sky Realm, which was about to break through the Spirit Realm, he was still defeated by Lu Chen.

This is simply a shame!

"Come again!"

He stared at Lu Chen fiercely, almost roaring, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his spiritual power was applied suddenly, then he rolled up a ball of fire and rushed towards Lu Chen.

"You are still a little weaker."

Lu Chen looked at the unwilling Zhao Yan and shook his head. With a wave of the ink sword in his hand, the sword aura suddenly fell. With a "bang", it hit Zhao Yan's chest, and a cloud of blood bloomed.

"Ah." Zhao Yan cried out in pain, and went out again.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

Is this Yang Chen really the cultivation base of the Nine-Star Promise Realm?

Long Xiao flew out with a gloomy face, and shot out a flash of light to wrap up Zhao Yan, who was flying upside down, to prevent him from falling into the lake.

Then, he held Zhao Yan on one shoulder and looked at the sword mark on his chest, his expression gloomy again.

"Senior Long, don't worry, I can't die yet." Zhao Yan said with a pale face.

"Of course you can't die. If I had collected a little spiritual energy and returned, you would have become a corpse now." Lu Chen said blankly.

"So I should thank you?" Long Xiao said with a cold face.

"Hehe, if you want to thank you, just give tens of millions of spirit crystals." Lu Chen smiled.

"It seems that you are determined to do the right thing with my Lingxu Valley." Long Xiao said.

"What are you talking about?" Lu Chen immediately became angry and said without fear, ‘Don’t you hold this competition for mutual progress? Or is it selling dog meat? ’

"You...?" Long Xiao said angrily.

"What are you? Did I make a mistake? Besides, which one of the comparisons said, shouldn't you specifically challenge your Lingxugu disciples?" Lu Chen interrupted unceremoniously.

"It's because your skills are not as good as others, do you still blame others?"

"Yang Chen, do you have the courage to fight with me?" Long Xiao said angrily.

"It's really funny, you are holding this competition to break through the spiritual realm. Now that you have broken through the spiritual realm, what are you still participating in the competition?"

Lu Chen sneered and said fearlessly: "Besides, you challenged a Nine-Star Promise Realm in the early stage of a Spiritual Heaven Realm, is it interesting?"

When Long Xiao heard this, his face was pale with anger, and he said with murderous intent: "You said so much, aren't you afraid of me?"

"I am afriad of you?"

Lu Chen sneered: "After I break through the Profound Sky Realm, defeating you will be easy."

"Okay, I'm just waiting for you to break through the Profound Sky Realm."

Long Xiao took a deep look at Lu Chen, forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and helped Zhao Yan back.

Zhao Yan also gave Lu Chen angrily.

"I will fight you."

At this moment, suddenly a burly young man with a red cloak and a blood-stained face came out.

As soon as he came up, the air in all directions suddenly became cold, and a **** brilliance appeared.

"Who are you?" Lu Chen asked.

"Five Poison Cult, Yang Shen." The blood-stained young man glanced at Lu Chen coldly.

"Yang Shen? Never heard of it. I only know that one of your Five Poisons is called Zhao Zichuan, but unfortunately he has already broken through the spiritual realm, otherwise I really don't mind fighting with him." Lu Chen said casually.

"Even Yang Shen has never heard of it. Is this person really arrogant or fake?"

"Anyway, this person is extremely bold."

"That said, but this person dared to do so, it seems that he has something to rely on."

On Wangchuan Lake, the children of various sects and major families were surprised again. Although Yang Shen's name is not as big as Zhao Zichuan, he is still the second among the inner disciples of Lingxu Valley. character.

This Yang Chen said this is undoubtedly trying to slap Yang Shen and the Five Poison Sect's face in public. How could the parties not be angry?

"You are so courageous, I want to see how many catties you really have."

Sure enough, Yang Shen's face sank when he heard Lu Chen's words, his eyes flashed with sorrow, and the red cloak behind him crackled and rushed out into a cloud of blood.

His speed was extremely fast, and the moment he approached Lu Chen, storms were set off, sweeping like a tornado.

"Wind attribute power?"

Lu Chen was slightly taken aback. It's no wonder that Yang Shen's speed was so fast. It turned out that he was cultivating wind power.

However, he who cultivated tortoise and snake pace was not weaker than Yang Shen in terms of speed.

The only thing worth noting is that he can't perform this footwork in front of everyone, so he is not eager to attack, but first puts on a defensive posture.

At this moment, Yang Shen changed again;

He moved his feet and stepped on the void, leaving behind silver-white footprints, blooming with brilliance, showing a sense of mystery.

And he himself was covered with a layer of silvery white light, traveling through the void, and there was a burst of howling.

In less than three breaths, he had crossed a distance of two kilometers and appeared in Lu Chen's line of sight, the speed must be fast.

In the blast of silver light, he approached suddenly, dropped one hand and bluffed his five fingers, which was like a kind of spiritual bird's claws, falling down with silvery white light, and the silver arcs were torn away.

When Lu Chen faced the silver arc, he frowned, stroked his palm, and made a "poof," and he saw a black beam of light burst out, but he didn't expect to be torn by the silver arc immediately.

"Tweet--" At this moment, a sharp and huge howling suddenly came from the sky, and Lu Chen felt a silver light burst in the sky.

When Lu Chen looked up, he was taken aback, but saw that a silver giant eagle had been transformed into the crazily swept silver light. It was really shining with silver light, as if poured out of silver water.

The silver giant shadow was huge and without friends, spreading its silver wings, it was hundreds of feet tall, and the pair of eagle claws were huge, grabbed at the head of Lu Chen, and the bright silver light collapsed like a snow-capped mountain, and its momentum was extremely magnificent.

The sky full of chirping sound made Lu Chen only feel the roar of his eardrums.

His spirit was shocked, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his eyes flashed with solemn color, and the poison attribute spiritual power in his body was violently activated, his hands were closed, and the poisonous light surged out, bursting with black light.

Then, Lu Chen slapped the ink sword, and with a "shoo", the pitch-black poisonous sword aura rushed into the sky, looking like a black beam of light from a distance, soaring up with the falling silver light.

Seeing this, Yang Shen smiled coldly, his dark eyes glowing fiercely, and the blood on his face was thick. Between his steps, it looked like a silver storm, covering a radius of a thousand feet.

In this way, no matter where Lu Chen goes, he will be under his attack.

However, Lu Chen had no plan to escape. He didn't back away. In his concentrated gaze, a thick fighting mind emerged, and a thousand strands of black brilliance emerged.

In a short while, Lu Chen moved like a dark magical shadow in the silver storm, and the Wangchuan Lake under his feet was roaring continuously, rushing up a stream of water, but just as it rushed up, it was instantly evaporated.

Poison light and silver light intertwined around Lu Chen's body, forming a terrifying picture, which made many people feel terrified.

"Brother Zhao, according to you, can your brother beat him?"

Above the pavilion, Long Xiao stood beside Zhao Zichuan with his hands on his back, watching the battle, and asked in a flat tone.