The only way of good and evil

Leng Chuluo appeared again, standing in the center of Thunder Peak. He randomly took out a silver-white long stick from the space equipment, and engraved a black dragon with its teeth and claws on it.

When Peng En saw Leng Chuluo take out the weapon, he grinned and said, "The sword asks for love, I don't know it, if we don't use our full strength, I'm afraid we will be like those other warriors.

Leng Chuluo, if I use this next spear technique, I'm afraid I will fall into a state of madness, so be careful, don't die. "

The voice has fallen, and the aura of his body has changed drastically. He used to be like a bloodthirsty beast, but now he is like a ghost king haunted by grievances. I saw the prison iron gallbladder in his hand dancing continuously, and the ghosts above the ghost Air entanglement.

In an instant, she appeared in front of Leng Chuluo!

Tianluo Soul Devourer Gun!Fierce souls!

The sound of the spear piercing was like the howling of a wronged soul, and countless spear shadows completely covered Leng Chuluo.

At the same time, Yin Bujue was full of ghostly aura, and he and Peng En met that weird aura, and they took pictures together.

His hands kept dancing, and a phantom appeared behind him.

Then a black power palm emerged and slapped Leng Chuluo who was covered by the shadow of the gun directly!

The devil's four hands!Tragic and chained!

A series of black palm prints appeared on the side of the phantom, one palm, ten palms, a hundred palms, relentlessly bombarding the direction where Leng Chuluo was standing!

Jian Wenqing was holding a black-edged sword, and his body's devilish aura surged.

Countless sword qi appeared out of thin air, with a strong magical intent attached to it.

Heavenly Demon Chasing Soul Sword!The evil spirit is out of the body!Breathtaking!

The stunts of the three of them seemed to resonate. The top of Thunder Peak, which was originally empty, suddenly looked like a ghost.

This made Huangfu Lingyun and others who were watching the battle unable to tell whether what they saw was reality, or whether they had been influenced by the intentions of the three of them and dragged into this desperate place where thousands of souls were crying.

Leng Chuluo, who was in the center, had a look of joy flashing deep in his eyes. He waved his stick in his hand, and the shadow of the stick collided with Peng Enyu's gun continuously, making bang, bang, bang!

This is the stick method for seeking defeat, the first move is to put everyone to death!

The current Leng Chuluo looked like he would be knocked down in the next second, but the gun shadow still couldn't break through the dense stick shadows all around.

Then Yin Bujue's first black palm shadow came!

Leng Chuluo changed his move again, hitting the ground hard with the stick in his hand!

Seeking defeat stick method, the second style, willing to bow down!

The attack of the long stick set off endless waves of air, constantly blocking these extremely ruthless palm prints!

On the other side, Jian Wenqing's magical sword energy mercilessly moved towards Leng Chuluo!

Leng Chuluo changed his move again. He bent slightly, grasped the long silver stick with both hands, and hit the tip of the stick in a circle. The sword energy seemed to be controlled by Leng Chuluo. It only attacked within the circle drawn by him with the stick, and could not step out. One step outside the circle!

Seeking defeat stick method, the third style, bow your head and be king!

After the three of Peng Enyu looked at each other, a huge figure of martial arts emerged from him at the same time.

The three of them resonated with each other in martial arts. A tall figure wearing a general's armor with several mourning head engravings appeared behind Peng Enyu!

And behind Yin Bujue, there appeared a ghost king wrapped in a black robe, and he could only see his white bones like his hands!

As for behind Jian Wenqing, a monstrous demonic aura rushed towards her face, and a demon king with blood dripping all over his body, a terrifying face, and fangs baring was born here!

With a smile on the corner of Leng Chuluo's mouth, he looked at the three of them, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Okay, I admit that I underestimated you before! The three of you work together to fight me!"

At this time, the wind was blowing, the sky was thundering, and the aura exuded by the four of them was full of absolute oppression!

The few spectators had to take a few steps back again, and the other top players gradually gathered together. Only then did they feel that the distance between them and the top five players was so great!

With the possible exception of Tang Yu, it was difficult for anyone else to even enter their combat range.

At the center, ghost energy, ghost energy, and devil energy are continuously gathering. The three of them have not been affected by Leng Chuluo's words. They have entered a special state and have long since abandoned the influence of the outside world. Their current goal There is only one, and that is victory!

Better than the unparalleled young man in white in front of him!Leng Chuluo!

His eyes were already red, and Peng Enyu, who had fallen into a state of obvious madness, shot again. Like a dragon roaring, he rushed straight to Leng Chuluo!

The treasure gun in your hand is dancing again!

Tianluo Soul Devourer Gun!Thousands of crazy souls are destroyed!

Each of his blows carried an extremely crazy momentum, even if he was as strong as Leng Chuluo for a while, he could only keep dodging!

Yin Bujue, entwined with ghostly energy, also moved at the same time, and a black phantom directly charged towards Leng Chuluo!

The sharp black claws in his hands attacked his lower body fiercely!

The devil's four hands!No son, no grandson, no chance of life!

The corners of Leng Chuluo's eyes twitched slightly, and the long stick in his hand was flying, wrapped in a strong wind, and swept towards the sharp claw!

Its power is unstoppable!Seeking defeat stick method!Evil Wind Slaughter God!

Yin didn't realize that her hands changed again, and moved towards Leng Chuluo's shoulders. It seemed that she wanted to destroy Leng Chuluo's arms directly!

The devil's four hands!I hate and hate Ling Chi!

Leng Chuluo let go of the long stick with his left hand, and flicked with his fingers!

A finger strength, one turn into ten, ten into a hundred, blocked all the escape routes of Yin Bujue!

This trick is exactly the fingering skill taught by Good Fortune, supernatural powers and ballistics!Tianluo kills the net!

Seeing this, Yin Bujue could only change his tactics, constantly defending against the attacks of Daozhijin!

Jian Wenqing, who had been hiding on the side all this time, saw that the time had come.

The point of the black sword, chasing the wind and devouring the soul!

A sword intent full of destructive aura, as fast as thunder and lightning, pierced Leng Chuluo's eyebrows!

At the same time, Peng Enyu also used the last move of his Tianluo Soul Eater Spear, Heavenly Soul Eater!

Seeing this, Yin Bujue struggled to receive several finger attacks, crossed his arms, and gathered countless ghostly auras!

Immediately afterwards, the nirvana of the demon Sijue made his last move, utterly relentless!This world!

After seeing this scene, Leng Chuluo took a deep breath, and a powerful aura burst out of his body!

I saw a shadow of a stick, like a flash of youth, it disappeared in a flash!

Seeking defeat stick method, the last move, seeking defeat undefeated!

Peng Enyu was swept by the stick shadow, sprayed blood and flew upside down dozens of meters, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

The same Yin Bujue was also directly hit by a stick. After flying a long distance, he slowly got up, half kneeling on the ground and panting continuously. Although he was also hit by a stick, he still had the strength to fight!

As for Jian Wenqing, after seeing Leng Chuluo use this stick, she immediately changed her move!

Heavenly Demon Chasing Soul Sword!The heavenly demon descended into the world and all souls perish!

The most yin and evil sword intent kept hitting the stick figure, until he was pushed back more than ten meters, and then the fighting spirit in the stick was exhausted.

That's it, a trace of blood is flowing from the corner of his mouth now, obviously he has also suffered some minor injuries.

Leng Chuluo stood where he was, his white clothes were already stained with countless dusts that had been rolled up by the aura of the crowd, he casually threw away the shattered silver stick, took off his white clothes and put on a white Taoist robe again, watching Jian Wenqing, who still has the power of a battle, and Yin Bujue, who still has the power of a move, shook his head with some regret and said: "Not enough, still not enough, this level of fighting spirit is less than [-]%."

Chapter 489 Leng Chuluo VS Jian Wenqing

Seeing the temporary truce between Leng Chuluo and the others, Huangfu Lingyun hurriedly stepped forward to check on Peng Enyu's injuries. As a disciple of the Great School, he naturally had a certain understanding of medical skills. After careful inspection, he found that Peng Enyu's current situation was not good. That's great.

Both internal and external injuries were not minor, but fortunately, the foundation was not damaged. In addition, his mental strength was excessively consumed, and his true energy was not much left. Even if he woke up, there was no possibility of fighting again.

After taking out a few healing pills and giving them to Peng Enyu, he slowly woke up not long after. The coma before was also due to the exhaustion of his mental power.

Peng Enyu looked at the slightly injured Jian Wenqing with a wry smile, and Yin Bujue, who was still half kneeling on the ground, laughed at himself: "The Tianji Mansion's ranking is really accurate. I thought I was strong enough to be on the list. The fourth place, unexpectedly, is really the fifth life on the list."

At this time, the other masters who came up from the side were in a more complicated mood.

Shangguan Wuque sighed and said: "Then what are we? The strengths of the top ten and the top five in the list are so different. They are both consummated in the day after tomorrow. I really don't know how you practiced. Brother Peng, now we are just asking for love. There is still a possibility for Heyin Bujue to fight Leng Chuluo, but from our point of view, I am afraid that this battle will end soon."

Qian Duoduo nodded aside and said: "That's true, the three of you fell into a strange state just now, the martial phantoms of the three of you resonated with each other, and the joint ultimate move has been significantly improved, that's it, it's still not good Di Leng Chuluo's last stick, but I really didn't expect Mr. Wushuang to use the stick method."

At this moment, Wang Bo, Leng Chuluo's younger brother, said with a somewhat melancholy expression: "Senior brother doesn't use sticks, it's just that by chance, brother got a copy of "The Way of Seeking Defeat with the Stick", and I'm very interested in the meaning of seeking defeat in it. After only three months of training, my disciples of the Good Fortune Cult naturally choose long swords as their main weapons."

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of the people around him became more complicated, especially Peng Enyu, who almost fainted after falling out of breath.

But at this time, Yin Bujue, who was half kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprayed blood and lay on his back.

Everyone rushed forward to carry him off the stage, the fourth and fifth places on the list were both seriously injured, if they were accidentally swept away by the aftermath of Leng Chuluo and Jian Wenqing, it would be wrong to die on the spot.

After inspecting his injuries, Huangfu Lingyun said: "His injuries are more serious than Peng Enyu's. What's more troublesome is that at this time, a force is constantly flowing in his body. Now he has passed out again. We We must find a way to use our kung fu to help him get rid of that force, otherwise this young man of Yin might really die like this."

Wang Bo went up to check and said: "This is the "Supernatural Ballistic" used by senior brother before. In the end, Yin Bujue resisted a few fingers of senior brother in order to form a final kill with the other two. Leave it to me, although I haven't learned this fingering technique, I still understand it better."

Feng Fantian, who had been silent all this time, interjected: "So now only Jian Wenqing and Leng Chuluo are one-on-one. By the way, what did Leng Chuluo mean when he said that his fighting spirit was less than [-]%?"

Everyone looked at Wang Bo.

Wang Bo was removing the finger strength in Yin Bujue's body, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Obviously, he had consumed a lot. After hearing Feng Fantian's question, he looked at the white Taoist robe with a complicated expression. The immaculate Leng Chuluo.

He sighed and said: "It's useless to tell you about this matter. It seems that the brother's plan has failed, but this is also good. After Jian Wenqing loses to the brother, the battle at Thunder Peak will be over, and so will everyone. It's time to break through the congenital."

Hearing Wang Bo's blunt change of subject, several people present rolled their eyes at the same time.

Only Peng Enyu laughed a few times while suppressing the pain all over his body, and said: "Lin Mo hasn't come yet, to be honest, Leng Chuluo is very strong, frighteningly strong, if he is serious, all of us together will be beaten." But he, with his current strength, may not be able to beat Lin Mo."

Huangfu Lingyun and Qian Duoduo also nodded subconsciously.

Wang Bo looked at Peng Enyu in confusion, obviously not understanding his inexplicable confidence in Lin Mo.

Peng Enyu smiled and continued: "We are both acquired consummation, in fact, we can roughly feel the strength and weakness of each other, just like Mr. Tang, I am afraid that he was hiding his clumsiness in the battle with Leng Chuluo just now. "

Tang Yu stopped and chatted with Ye Wanying's side, and looked at Peng Enyu calmly, without confirming or denying, and said: "It's meaningless to fight any longer, and I will lose. I don't want to get hurt because of it, but Mr. Leng made the move." It's merciless."

It's true, apart from Peng Enyu and Yin Wujue, Tang Yu was the most seriously injured. He received Leng Chuluo's Fuxie seal head-on, and several ribs were broken. Obviously, it was also Leng Chuluo. Luo found out that this guy was releasing water, that's why he was so merciless.

Huangfu Lingyun glanced at Tang Yu with a half-smile, and then said, "So, with Brother Peng's strength and vision, is the feeling Lin Mo brings to you similar to that of Leng Chuluo?"

Peng Enyu frowned, and said uncertainly: "In terms of feeling, the two are actually similar, but I don't know why I believe Brother Lin will not lose."

Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, but Huangfu Lingyun and Qian Duoduo, who had the most contact with Lin Mo, also thought the same way, believing for no reason that Lin Mo would not lose.

At this time, the center of Thunder Peak.

Jian Wenqing looked at Leng Chuluo in front of him seriously and said: "I still have one sword, the last one, the strongest one, if this move can't beat you, then it will be useless to fight any more."

Leng Chuluo didn't know what he was thinking, and sighed, "Brother Jian, let's make a move."

Jian Wenqing put away her black-edged long sword, and after taking a deep breath, the power of the sword surged all over her body!

At this time, he seemed to have turned into a sword, a magic sword, a deadly magic sword!

When Leng Chuluo saw this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, but thinking that this was his last move, the gleam dimmed again.

Heavenly Demon Chasing Soul Sword!Demons and evil spirits howling!

All of a sudden, the devilish aura at the top of Thunder Peak was far stronger than ghost aura!

The breath of destruction spread out, and several tiny sword qi emanated from Jian Wenqing's body!

Then, a gust of wind blew by, Jian Wenqing used herself as a sword, and stabbed Leng Chuluo head-on!

Wherever he passed, there was demonic energy and mournful souls howling. Compared with before, this place now looks like a real hell!

Seeing this, Leng Chuluo put his fingers together and kept drawing in the void.

The sound of thunder in the depths of the dark clouds in the sky was endless, and then a flash of thunder streaked across the sky!

After Leng Chuluo finished drawing, he directly faced the dark and terrifying magic sword in front of him, and felt a little empty!

Supernatural ballistics!Drought and thunder extinguished!

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of thunderbolts gathered in one finger, and the most masculine and majestic power wiped away all the devilish energy!

Similarly, Jian Wenqing, who had turned into a magic sword, was also severely knocked down to the ground, and passed out.

Leng Chuluo sighed and said: "It's exactly [-]%, unfortunately, I think too highly of people in the world."

At this moment, a poem came!

Half-god, half-immortal and half-sacred, as good as evil as in madness.

The palm of the hand bleeds and the blade is full of light, leading the world to laugh.

The skeleton chariot covered by the ghostly aura came at a high speed, and appeared in front of Leng Chuluo in an instant.

A man in a black Taoist robe with a handsome face stepped out of the carriage, holding a black beast that looked like a unicorn in his arms.

The eyes of the two are facing each other, the same Taoist robes, but different colors, both of them seem to be the only protagonist in this world.