Alchemist Sword Sect

His spirit pet, Feng Linghe, walked through the sky, dragging out a white brilliance. Crane eyes stared at Lu Chen, and his eye sockets suddenly turned, two **** lights dazzling, like two blood swords, piercing Lu Chen's heart. .

"Pupil technique?"

Lu Chen didn't expect that Feng Linghe still possessed such talented supernatural powers as pupil technique. He was shocked, his face changed drastically, and he waved the ink sword in his hand to use the poison attribute spiritual power in his body.

There was a sudden roar around him, the pitch-black beam of light soared up, the ink sword in his hand made a clank, and ten percent of the poison attribute sword intent was cut down.

The invisible sword intent power spread out, encompassing the ten directions of void.

Yang Shen suddenly felt dark in front of him, plunged into darkness, and couldn't see his fingers.

The Feng Linghe screamed loudly, carrying a large white light to disperse the poisonous light, and then spraying a large white arc of light at the landing dust.

These white arcs of light quickly condensed into a white ball of light in a burst of crackling sounds, rolling towards Lu Chen like a snowball, and the emptiness was constantly moving, showing a huge momentum.

Upon seeing this, Yang Shen performed the Fengshen Nine Transformation Skill again and rushed up with the four silver dragons, and the monstrous silver light poured down like an avalanche.

From a distance, it was as if there was a silver mountain, a white mountain suppressed towards Lu Chen, with great momentum.

The poisonous light in front of Lu Chen had all died out and vanished.

Yang Shen was overjoyed when he saw this and urged Feng Linghe to attack Lu Chen aggressively.

A strong sense of crisis approached in an instant, Lu Chen raised his eyebrows, and immediately no longer hesitated, slammed the ink sword in his hand, pointed it straight at the sky, and then slashed it down.

The surge of swords screamed loudly, and the dark sword light spread out, like a sea tide, endless.

In the dark sword light, Yun gave birth to palm-sized sword lights, which were then combined in an order to form a long sword, but when Pu took shape, it turned into nothingness.

As soon as the long sword disappeared, there was a bang in the void, like a thunderbolt in the sky, and the light on Yang Shen and Feng Linghe dimmed.

"No, this person has touched Jianao's threshold."

Zhao Zichuan and Long Xiao lost their colors.

The children of other sects and families were all shocked.

The person involved, Yang Shen, also showed shock, and saw that the silver dragons on both sides of him instantly collapsed, and the mist sprayed by the wind and spirit cranes also collapsed and vanished.

With a loud "bang", Yang Shen and his pet, Feng Linghe, flew upside down.

"Shuh" a bit;

Lu Chen fell on the surface of Wangchuan Lake, his dark robe crackled, his black hair danced wildly, showing a violent air.

Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao, and others looked stubborn at this.

Qian Yuan and Zhao Yan looked ugly.

Song Clan, Han Zhen and others were surprised.

Fengshen Yu showed horror.

Yang Qi's face was as usual, sitting on the rocks.

Tuoba Zhen showed admiration, his opponent Ye Shen was jealous.

Lu Chen took all their expressions into his eyes, smiled coldly, and said: "It seems that among the inner disciples of the Five Poison Sect, except for Zhao Zichuan, the others are no different."

"hateful."

Yang Shen and others glared at Lu Chen upon hearing this.

Zhao Zichuan looked at Lu Chen from the air, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, his face looked very ugly.

At this moment, the monk Mingkong next to him put his hands together and said with a humility: "Amitabha Buddha, Junior Brother Mingjing, go and learn some of the great tricks of this Yang Chen donor."

"Yes, brother."

In the Bodhi Institute, among the disciples of Ming Dynasty, three are the most, Monk Mingkong is the first, and the other two are Mingjing. Mindful.

Monk Mingjing is of medium build, with fair skin and two windy ears. He walked out in response, stepping on the surface of Wangchuan Lake, walking towards Lu Chen like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard.

"Look, the Mingjing monk of the Bodhi Temple has come out."

Monk Mingjing still has a good reputation, and as soon as he walked out, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Unexpectedly, the monks are also competitive."

Lu Chen took a look at the Mingjing monk, and saw that he was also in the late stage of the Xuantian realm. He laughed and said, "Little Master Mingjing, it's not the work of a Buddhist disciple to be competitive, you should go back."

"Amitabha, Yang Chen's benefactor's words are very different. Mingjing came here to ask the benefactor for advice, not to fight for strength, but to seek progress and defend the way in the future." Monk Mingjing said solemnly.

"Since you said that, the little monk, then I'm not polite. I'm afraid you will lose your faith and lose your faith." Lu Chenyu said earnestly.

"Amitabha Buddha, don't worry, Yang Chen donor, little monk, I will estimate it." Monk Mingjing said seriously.

"Then please let the little monk do it." Lu Chen said.

"You still ask the donor to do it." Monk Mingjing said.

"You're welcome, then."

Lu Chen grinned when he heard the words, stepped out, and instantly turned into a black shadow and approached Monk Mingjing.

As he marched, with a wave of the ink sword in his hand, the poisonous sword light burst, and the sword aura went one after another. From a distance, it was like entering a black dragon, with the momentum of swallowing eight wastes.

The aura of senran cold then diffused, and the sky dimmed a lot.

"Namo Amitabha."

At the moment Lu Chen approached, Monk Mingjing stood still, his hands clasped together and chanted solemnly, and the magnificent Buddha light suddenly burst out, like a big sun, shining towards Lu Chen.

The poisonous light that was excited dimmed immediately, and the "pupupupu" disappeared.

"No, why did I forget that Fo Li specifically restrained the Yin attribute power." Lu Chen frowned when he saw this, showing a little shock.

Zhao Zichuan and others smiled knowingly.

Long Xiao stared at Lu Chen and said in a cold voice, "Master Mingkong, it seems that you are right. Fuli can really restrain Yang Chen's poisonous power."

Yang Shen said with a cold face, "So Yang Chen is defeated."

"Not necessarily."

Qian Yuan suddenly spoke. Seeing Monk Mingkong looking at him, he hurriedly explained: "Although Buddhism can restrain the poison attribute power, if Yang Chen has other means, Master Mingjing may not be able to defeat him."

"At this point, what other means can Yang Chen have?" Zhao Yan asked.

"What Qianyuan donor meant was that Yang Chen not only touched the threshold of Jianao, but also passed this step." Monk Mingkong said slowly.

"How is it possible?" Zhao Yan said in surprise.

Yang Shen also frowned slightly.

"If this is the case, Yang Chen is much more cunning than we expected." Zhao Zichuan said.

"Once Master Mingjing fails, we will find someone else to deal with him until we defeat him." Long Xiao said calmly.

"Wheel battle?"

All the wise people present immediately understood what Long Xiao meant. Looking at the fierce Lu Chen, their eyes flickered, and they all nodded slightly, accepting Long Xiao's opinion.

"Amitabha!"

At the same time, the chanting of the Buddha's sound is endless, the light is magnificent, shining thousands of feet, and the Buddha on the Wangchuan Lake is also shining, showing a majestic scene, which makes people look at it.

Standing on the vast lake, Monk Mingjing, his entire body of Buddha's light, his eyes exquisitely radiant, and his gaze at Lu Chen are all majestic.

As the Buddha's light swept out, his figure gradually grew, and the Buddha's light was attached to him like scales, like a golden arhat.

In a short while, he was ten feet tall with a golden body.

The six incense scars on his head were shining brightly, like stars, blooming.

His eyes are also brilliant, like pouring gold.

"It's the sixth golden body of Buddhism."

"This Zhang Liujin body is the top-level technique of the earth level. It not only has a strong defensive power, but also a tyrannical attack power."

"This Monk Mingkong performed this skill as soon as he shot, it seems that he attaches great importance to this Yang Chen."

"Nonsense, Yang Chen has defeated Zhao Yan and Yang Shen consecutively. Isn't Monk Mingkong an idiot, can he not take it seriously?"

Seeing this slight surprise, Lu Chen frowned when he heard the sect and family's children talking like this, and looked at Monk Mingkong.

Unexpectedly, when he saw that, he saw Monk Mingkong bursting over, and a golden wave rushed up, and many phantoms of arhats appeared all around, attracting the light of Buddha in the animation sky.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, Monk Mingjing actually attacked Lu Chen one step at a time, his fist bursting with golden light, and after being urged by spiritual power, if a golden hill banged down, the void rang.

This monk Mingjing was polite on the surface, but he was not polite when he started his hands, and it was extremely harsh. How could there be a bit of compassion from a Buddhist monk?

Lu Chen smiled coldly when he saw this, and he was no longer polite. He waved the ink sword, and the poisonous light from the sky blasted out, sweeping the void like ink, painting the void illuminated by the Buddha's light black.

A sharp sniff sounded, and the sight was frightening if wolves were fighting for food.

Those pieces of Buddha light dissipated under the poisonous sword qi, and fell on the Mingjing monk who was displaying the six-foot gold body, banging like a golden bell, but the Mingjing monk remained standing still.

With his six golden body, he seemed to be truly invincible.

Everyone was amazed.

Feng Shenyu and Yang Qi saw this, staring at Lu Chen, wanting to know how he cracked this golden body?

After all, Buddhism is no small thing!

It was at this moment that Lu Chen moved suddenly, his whole body glowing poisonously, as if he was wearing a set of pitch-black armor, like a demon general, approaching Monk Mingjing.

At the same time, he raised the ink sword in his hand, his gaze swept across the dark sword body, and he gave a soft drink, slammed it down, and the sky full of swords roared.

It's another half-step Jianao!

Monk Mingjing was shocked and hurriedly defended.

Zhao Zichuan, Long Xiao, Monk Mingkong and others are all paying attention to this scene. You must know that Yang Shen was defeated by Half-step Jianao. I wonder if Monk Mingjing can contend?

The poisonous light rushed into the sky, the sword light was mighty, and the huge sword shadow of hundreds of feet fell down suddenly, hitting the shining golden monk all over his body.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Monk Mingjing's body vibrated violently, and the golden light on his body continued to flicker, as if to go out.

"scold!"

At this moment, the monk Mingjing clasped his hands together, like an arhat, urging the Buddha's power in his body, arousing the aura of heaven and earth, and moving the body of hundreds of meters, trying to shake the shadow of the giant sword out of hundreds of meters.

The sword affects movement.

Everyone was overjoyed.

"cut!"

But at the moment when Monk Mingjing made a sound, Lu Chen yelled loudly, the ink sword slashed, and the poisonous light surged. Thousands of poisonous sword qi suddenly fell and slashed on Monk Mingjing.

In the midst of a bang, the golden light on Monk Mingjing's body dimmed suddenly, and in the shadow of a huge sword that was hundreds of feet long, it flew upside down in an instant.

"Puff." Before he stood, he spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Monk Mingjing, I have accepted." Lu Chen said with a smile.

"The donor Yang Chen's strength is superb, and Ming Jing loses his heart." Monk Ming Jing stabilized his figure, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and made a series of words.

"Hehe, I just hope you don't lose your faith, monk." Lu Chen said with a smile, ‘I’m waiting for you to come to the battle at any time, because I will defeat you with one sword just like this time. ’