"If this person uses the previous methods, then Junior Brother Yang will surely be able to defeat them. I'm afraid that he will understand Jianao even on the other side." Zhao Zichuan calmly analyzed.

"Jian'ao, is this impossible?" Long Xiao asked in surprise.

Zhao Yan, Qian Feng, Qian Yuan and others were also a little unbelievable.

"This person dares to challenge us. There must be other reliances. It is not impossible to cultivate Sword Ao."

When Zhao Zichuan said this, seeing Long Xiao nodded slightly, he smiled, and said:

"However, Junior Brother Yang Shen also has a powerful spirit pet that also has a cultivation base in the late Profound Sky Realm. Even if Yang Chen has cultivated Sword Ao, he may not be able to defeat him."

"That's good, this person is arrogant, if even Brother Yang loses to him, maybe how arrogant he will be." Long Xiao said.

"That's right, this person must be frustrated, lest I underestimate our Five Poison Sect and Lingxu Valley." Zhao Zichuan said.

"The main reason is that this person is too cunning to fight against me and other spiritual world masters, otherwise, where would he be allowed to be so arrogant?" Long Xiao glanced at Lu Chen coldly.

Zhao Zichuan hummed and nodded, undoubtedly agreeing with this truth.

"No, Donor Yang is in danger."

At this moment, Monk Mingkong, who had never spoken, suddenly changed his expression.

When Long Xiao and Zhao Zichuan heard the words, they hurriedly looked at them, both of them were discolored. They saw that the silver giant eagle in front of Yang Shen showed signs of collapse under Lu Chenjian.

"This Yang Chen's strength is so powerful?"

Everyone was amazed.

Yang Qi, who was sitting on top of the rock, also saw this scene, and a glimmer of light flashed in his narrow eyes.

Feng Shenyu was even more surprised, and he didn't expect Lu Chen to be so strong.

"hateful."

Yang Shen, who fought against Lu Chen, had a gloomy face, Buman Yinhui's face was extremely gloomy, and the silver light from his palm was reduced a bit. Although it was not enough to describe a fall, it was not far away.

Silver Light was defeated bit by bit in the competition with Poisonous Light.

Around Lu Chen, the crackling sound kept ringing, and the poisonous light rushed endlessly, Yun gave birth to a bunch of poisonous light, which gathered on the ink sword, and swung it down like a horse.

The silver giant eagle suddenly banged loudly, and kept backing away, the bright silver light on the body surface quickly dimmed, and its fierce aura was greatly reduced.

Yang Shen's face was ugly, his eyes fixed on Lu Chen, and he looked like an incomparable bird of prey. Looking at the silver giant eagle that was about to collapse, he took a deep breath and suddenly shouted:

"Fengshen Nine Turns Skills."

With his hands waving, storms in all directions swept away, and storm after storm gathered, suddenly the wind rose, and wind pillars appeared.

Passing over the surface of Wangchuan Lake, the entire lake was shaken, and the silver-white glorious seats spread out, and the entire Wangchuan Lake seemed to have turned into a silver lake.

Yang Shen's figure suddenly swelled and continued to grow bigger, and the violent aura quickly spread out, blooming with silver awns, forming a strip of silver stripes, like a horse.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Shen shifted his footwork, and the void roared, and the white clouds above were shaken away, as if there was a real dragon flying in the sky.

The terrifying wind attribute force swept out suddenly, as if the galaxies rushed towards Lu Chen, Yang Shen turned into a giant of hundreds of meters, as if stepping in the galaxy, and attacking Lu Chen forcefully.

"Boom";

The void in front of Lu Chen exploded under Yang Shen's fist, and a force that could be regarded as destructive for Lu Chen spread out, and the vegetation near the lake was full of powder.

Within a thousand feet, there was no one.

All the young children who saw this scene were surprised.

But what surprised them even more was still behind. Yang Shen kept getting closer to Lu Chen, and silver dragons continued to form on both sides of him. There were as many as four, madly rolling towards Lu Chen.

Under this mighty force, Lu Chen was forced to keep backing away.

Looking at the imposing Yang Shen, his brows were furrowed, his face was dignified, and the ink sword in his hand was tight and tight.

Seeing this, Yang Shen was secretly proud, and kept approaching Lu Chen. The four silver dragons around him shuttled through the void, showing the power of the sky and the earth, just like a real silver dragon.

This was the result of Yang Shen only practicing Fengshen Nine Ranks to the fourth level. Otherwise, he would be able to evolve nine silver dragons and easily defeat Lu Chen.

But even so, he was still confident.

"Yang Chen, give up."

Yang Shen was a burly figure, wearing a blood cloak, drew immeasurable silver light, carrying thousands of silver patterns, and a powerful wind attribute light pattern, approaching Lu Chen step by step.

"go with."

He looked at Lu Chen, showing a ferocious smile, showing a ferocious means, his eyes were burning, and he wanted to burn Lu Chen, with a sharp scream in his mouth, and the four silver dragons on both sides rushed out.

At the same time, Yang Shen himself rushed into the sky, bringing out a silver beam of light, which also revolved like a tornado;

Every time it turns, it inspires a violent wind attribute power, and the silver light pattern blooms, giving birth to a destructive aura.

During this process, there was a mysterious sound, like the essence of the storm, and then, there was a sound of "boom boom boom";

Every one shook the Xiao Han, deafening, and shook his mind. The heart was swaying, and the heart was daring, and back again and again, and the light of the four silver dragons dimmed.

But living in that silver storm, Lu Chen among the four silver dragons stood still, like a dark mountain, exuding an aura like a sea, which was unpredictable.

The ink sword was in his hand, wrapped in poisonous light, making a clank sound, blasting countless black brilliance, and curling it onto the four silver dragons.

The sound of the powerful storm suddenly stopped, and there was only a feeling of autumn wind, as if it was autumn, all life would pass by with it.

The constantly surging and rolling Wangchuan Lake also stopped, like a violent man, suddenly quiet like a virgin, like that graceful and graceful girl, showing a kind of tender beauty.

Such a scene is amazing, as if this is not a **** battle at all, but a beautiful landscape painting, but with a magnificent side.

As Lu Chen walked in it, the four silver dragons collapsed one by one, turning into intricate silver patterns.

The silver light fell, immersed in Wangchuan Lake, and suddenly burst into silver, making Wangchuan Lake look like a silver lake.

A feeling of autumn wind spread along with it. Everyone felt that this was not like winter, but more like autumn. It was like spring and autumn, when everything withered, and the incomparable Yang Shen also fell down.

The blood-colored cloak he was wearing was stirred into a mass of powder, his chest and back seemed to have been hit hard, and he retreated with a bang.

His flushed face turned white, and wisps of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his fierce eyes showed horror.

"How can it be?"

He couldn't accept the result of using Fengshen's Nine Turns to defeat Lu Chen, his eyes widened, his voice almost hoarse, as if a broken gong was beating.

But Lu Chen didn't seem to have heard this before, and walked forward step by step. The silver patterns in the front broke apart one by one, and an icy breath filled with it.

The sight of the Quartet also seemed to be painted with a layer of black brilliance, making everyone see the color change.

Zhao Zichuan frowned upon seeing this.

Yang Shen and Feng Shenyu also looked at Lu Chen.

As Yang Shen who wanted to defeat Lu Chen was no exception, his dim eyes suddenly glowed with blood, appearing a bit violent and vicious, grinning, showing pale teeth:

"Yang Chen, you don't want to beat me, Feng Linghe, come out."

Yang Shen's eyes were full of blood, and his face was hideous, as if he had lost his reason, just like the fierce beast of the Ziji Mountain Range, when he slapped the beast bag on his waist, he saw a white shadow rushing out.

White light swept across, spreading in front of Yang Shen. Lu Chen looked intently and was taken aback. Unexpectedly, Yang Shen's spirit pet turned out to be a wind-type spirit beast Feng Linghe.

This wind-spirited crane is a foot-sized, snow-white, and its feathers glow with porcelain white. Its two feet are long and blood-red, its neck is long, its chest and forehead are bright red, its long mouth is also very bright red, and two eyes. It was as black as ink, but when it turned, it showed a dark red light, giving people a very uncomfortable look.

It looked at Lu Chen, the snow-white wings suddenly spread out, nearly ten feet, and shook abruptly. A white wind was rolled up and a white light was drawn, and then rushed towards Lu Chen.

Its speed is extremely fast, almost not weaker than its master Yang Shen.

Of course, this is mainly because this crane has the cultivation base of the late Profound Sky Realm and is powerful, otherwise, how can it have such a speed?

Yang Shen saw this pale face with a smile, and his eyes were even more cold, with a strong killing intent. With a "swish", a silver light rushed out.

He was one step behind Feng Linghe and outflanked Lu Chen from the left, apparently trying to pinch Lu Chen from left to right.

When Lu Chen saw this, he would not understand. He immediately grasped the ink sword, using the poison attribute spiritual power, wrapped in a poisonous light, and rushed out. The ink sword in his hand turned black, and the cold and gray power aura spread. .

"Humph." Yang Shen snorted when he saw this, and communicated with Feng Linghe with his mind, and totaled Lu Chen with him.

The white light and the silver light complemented each other, showing a magnificent atmosphere. When the high-pitched crane sounded, Feng Linghe opened his bright red mouth and sprayed out a white mist.

The mist swept out, and an electric current sounded instantly, like a ball of light, rushing into Lu Chen as a hood.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Linghe slammed out the bright red giant claws, like a pair of big iron hooks, just taken out from the blood pool, grabbed Lu Chen's shoulders, and wanted to tear them apart.

At the same time, Yang Shen interlaced his hands, carrying a blossoming silver light pattern, and rushing towards Lu Chen with a pattern of wind attributes, like a wind god, punching Lu Chen in the head.

"Okay, it seems that Yang Chen is dead."

Zhao Zichuan and several people were very happy to see this. As soon as Feng Linghe came out, Lu Chen was no different from facing two late Xuantian realm masters, and the chance of winning was almost reduced by half.

Moreover, whether it is Yang Shen or Feng Linghe, they have a high advantage in terms of speed, which is fascinating.

On the other hand, Lu Chen, although he successively defeated Qian Yuan, Zhao Yan, Qian Feng and others, he did not show the advantage in speed, so even if he had other cards, it would be very difficult to win.

Sure enough, under the attack of Yang Shen and his spirit pet Feng Linghe, Lu Chen stepped back again and again, his black hair dancing wildly, and the black robe on his body was also hunting, as if to be torn apart.

However, the poisonous light around him has not dissipated. It is still thick and dark, exuding a gloomy atmosphere, passing by the surface of Wangchuan Lake, like a huge magical shadow.

"Yang Chen, if you are brave, don't step back."

Seeing this rage, Yang Shen's eyes were extremely dark, like the eyes of a blood god, bursting with a dark red light, which looked extremely violent, and his murderous aura was revealed.