The spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to sense the call of the Heavenly Spear. The spiritual energy slowly gathered, and the clouds in the sky became thicker. A thunder flashed across the sky and it started to rain heavily.
"Why is it raining?" Song Gen, the fifth disciple of Biyan Academy, looked at the sudden heavy rain in the sky and said, "But it's okay, even if we kill them, the people above will not be able to see clearly. .”
"Haha, what a heavy downpour." Mr. Jun held the Tiandao spear in front of him: "Don't you always want to know what happened to my second uncle back then?"
"Then I will tell you today about how he went to Luling on a rainy night with one shot and one shot."
Master Jun wiped his left hand on the Tiandao spear, and the essence and blood were evenly spread all over the gun body. The Tiandao spear seemed to be awakening, and its momentum soared into the sky.
"Little Jianzi, let's play a song called Cangshan Xing!"
Nantian Yijian didn't know how to travel to Cangshan. Hearing Master Jun's call, he could only play it according to his heart.
The sound of pricking, pricking, was unusually unpleasant but just right tragic.
"It's a really good song, but it's too sad."
Mr. Jun murmured, looked at the twelve people who were attacking, and kicked the gun barrel with his right foot: "But my second uncle must have been in this mood when he was in Luling."
The Tiandao spear circled twice in mid-air and headed straight for the twelve people. Master Jun grabbed the end of the gun barrel and went together, still telling the story of Jun Wudi going to Luling on a rainy night.
"This gun was transformed by my magical power, but this name of heaven has been passed down from generation to generation in our family. Its previous owner was me, my second uncle."
The military master held a spear in his hand and shuttled through the crowd to fight continuously. The blood on his body spurted out and turned into a small river behind him along with the rain.
"The second uncle held the Tiandao spear and rushed up to the Luling Mountains of Xishan alone by singing Cangshan Xing to fight against the twelve war gods and one hundred thousand disciples of Fu Dao."
"Drink...'Thunder Giant'" The soldier also shouted, and the thunder and lightning giants gathered behind him again. Blood, thunder, lightning, and rainwater were mixed together, making the thunder and lightning giants become dirty this time, but they were lonely and proud.
"In one night, my second uncle slaughtered the eight war gods of Pan Realm in Luling, and even destroyed the Fu Tao belief in Xishan."
Master Jun tried his best to use his strongest attacks, top thunder skills, and high-level spear skills. Every move and every move was a technique that could not be seen by the outside world.
"But..." Mr. Jun suddenly thrust forward the Tiandao spear in his hand. A bloody figure suddenly appeared in the empty place, and the Tiandao spear was inserted into his chest.
"Hahaha, the despicable villain still wants to make a sneak attack?" Mr. Jun kicked the man away with his right foot.
"How come, how can you see me on the first level of breath control?" The man looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief, and fell to the ground amidst Master Jun's roar.
"Heavenly Thunder Dharma Eyes!! Open!!" Mr. Jun shouted, and opened his eyebrows with a vertical eye: "How can you hide under the divine power of heaven?"
A beam of thunder and lightning radiated from the Tianleifa eyes between the eyebrows, shining around the platform, and the two people who had been hiding behind Mr. Jun appeared directly.
"Hehehe, die." Master Jun took advantage of the moment of distraction and quickly threw out the Tiandao spear to pierce the two of them: "You are right, this is so good, even if it kills the people above you. can not see."
The gushing blood left the body of the military master and penetrated the black armor on the mountain. It was washed clean by the rain and then stained with blood again.
"Who on earth is he! How could he suddenly become so strong?" Wang Long began to panic. He witnessed the changes in Master Jun with his own eyes. The person he almost hunted just now actually killed three intermediate breath-controlling people by himself. of monks.
"This is blood talent."
Song Gen looked at the blood that was constantly gushing out from Master Jun's body, and said softly: "The power that is exclusive to bloodline practitioners consumes a lot of power, and he won't be able to last long."
"Hehehe, in such a small place, can anyone still see that I am a bloodline practitioner?"
Master Jun sneered, but he lowered his head secretly with a look of pain in his eyes. Song Gen was right as he said, bloodline talent consumes a lot of money, and he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Then let's see who is stronger." When Master Jun raised his head again, his eyes were filled with determination: "Little Jianzi, play me another funeral song, and I will tell you the story of my second uncle. .”
"Little gentleman, are you really okay?"
Nan Tian Yijian lay weakly on the ground, staring at Master Jun with a worried look on his face.
Master Jun's body was covered with wounds, and there was no intact skin left. Now, not to mention Song Gen and Wang Long, even he, a monk in the Qi Drinking Realm, could see that Master Jun was on the verge of death.
"Who are you looking down on? It's okay if I say yes. My second uncle didn't flinch when he faced hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Twelve Gods of War. I just faced a few dog thieves in the Qi Subduing Realm, so what reason do I have to shrink back."
Master Jun held the Tiandao spear in his hand and laughed crazily: "Come to me quickly and write a funeral song. I want to experience the artistic conception of my second uncle back then."
"Uh..., okay!" Nan Tian Yijian looked at Mr. Jun's determination and didn't know what to say: "Hold on for a while, the boss will be fine in one minute."
"Let's begin, Burial Song Fu." The spiritual energy on Mr. Jun's body slowly condensed into the Tiandao Spear: "Back then, my second uncle used this trick when he faced Xishan Luling alone."
"Today it's not that I was forced into this situation by you, it's that I have to do this." Mr. Jun slowly exerted force with his hands, and the middle of the Tiandao spear began to slowly break.
"Is this the smell of dilapidation?"
Feng Long looked at the aura erupting from Master Jun's body and said doubtfully: "This reminds me of an ancient family. However, this young man's cultivation is too low and he has no ability to control the aura of ruin."
The Great Sword of Hunyuan flashed in Feng Long's eyebrows: "If this magical spear is broken, the foundation of his cultivation will also be broken. He must be stopped now."
"Peak Master, I have to leave. My nephew is too impulsive." Jun Wudi handed over to Shanlong: "His cultivation level is still too low. This move is not to be used casually."
"Isn't he trying to imitate you? He just imitated how you went to Luling on a rainy night with one person and one spear! Now he is imitating you in breaking the magic spear."
"Go quickly, you are such a good seedling, don't leave it here." Shanlong looked at Master Jun and laughed and said, "Others say that like father, like son, but here you are, a good nephew who has imitated his uncle in fighting and fought hard. .”
"Mountain Master, I have to pass." Fang Yuan also saluted to the mountain dragon: "They dare to set up an ambush and harm a fellow disciple under my nose. This is a serious crime."
"Go ahead. It seems now that there is no need to prove Lu Chen's strength. Evacuate your people from the Outer Discipline Academy within three days."
Shan Long glanced at Zhou Chang and others in the distance, and snorted coldly: "How dare you use the Mountain Breakers to harm your fellow disciples? This time, you will deal with it yourself. If there is another time, you will not be lenient!"
"Yes, yes, mountain master." Zhou Chang fell to his knees under the pressure of the mountain dragon's momentum: "Peak master, we will deal with them immediately."
"Hmph, it's best like this!" Shanlong snorted coldly, and flew to the depths of the inner gate with Shanhaishan.
The servants of Fenglei Academy quickly helped Zhou Chang up and asked softly: "Master, what should we do now?"
"What should I do? What else can I do!" Zhou Chang slapped his hand and sent the servant flying away: "Go to Zhou Fan quickly and ask him to meet Lu Chen and bring back those unsatisfactory things."
"Yes, I'll do it right away." The servant covered his face and got up from the ground, quickly running towards Fenglei Academy.
"Jun is invincible, Shanlong, I will definitely make you regret it." Zhou Chang looked in the direction of Mr. Jun, with a sinister look in his eyes, and then left in a hurry.
The surrounding inner disciples were silent as they watched the absurd scene. Although they did not know what was happening in Shanhaishan, they understood that Chongxu Academy was no longer the same as before.
On the steps of the mountain gate.
Jun Wudi and Feng Long exuded spiritual energy at the same time, and were about to stop Master Jun from breaking the Tiandao spear, but at this moment, Lu Chen's figure suddenly moved.
"The wind dragon returns, spiritual light lock, and stone formation."
The spiritual light lock circled upwards along Master Jun's feet, directly repairing the cracks on the Tiandao spear. The eight-sided stone wall appeared in front of Master Jun, directly cutting off the attacks between Master Jun and these two people.
"Awake?" Jun Wudi looked at Lu Chen, stopped Master Jun's technique, took back the spiritual energy in his hand and hid it on the cliff.
Feng Long returned to the Hunyuan Giant Sword and appeared in front of Lu Chen with a stream of light: "Little Lu'er, are you awake?"
"Yeah!" Lu Chen responded and jumped to Master Jun's side: "Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."
"Little Lu'er, you finally woke up." Mr. Jun looked at Lu Chen and said with some disappointment, "It's a pity that I didn't do what my second uncle did, fighting twelve dogs alone."
"You have done a good job." Lu Chen held Liyang Water in his hand and slowly covered Master Jun's body: "As for Uncle Jun's affairs in Luling, we will definitely go for a morning walk in the future."
"As for this, let them see what the protagonist of a novel is." Lu Chen picked up Mr. Jun and ducked back to Nan Tian Yijian again, saying softly: "Wan'er, come back, those little thieves are nothing to worry about. .”
"Little Jianzi, can you still move now?"
Lu Chen stood up, stretched his body, looked at the twenty-two monks around him and said, "If you can move, play a song for me. It can be anything. After all, the protagonist needs background music when he appears."
When Nan Tian Yijian heard Lu Chen's request for music, he stuffed two Huitian Pills into his mouth: "Boss, I can still move. I'll play for you. I can still play."
"Then just play whatever you're good at."
"Okay, I recently composed a new poem called Evergreen, which is just right for now." Nan Tian stood up with a sword and set up the Thirty-Six Swords and Qins of the Universe: "Boss, I'm going to start."
The sound of stabbing and stabbing came out, and it was still the same tone, as if Nan Tian Yi Jian could only play this one piece of music, but this time Lu Chen felt that it was not as harsh as before.
"Let's go up and let them see the power of the protagonist." Lu Chen threw his right hand behind him, and the member took out his giant sword and drew an arc behind him.
The ten people on the stairs behind them who wanted to take advantage of others' danger, all had a scar that was deep enough to show the bones above the Tianchi Lake. If they missed it by a hair, the Tianchi Lake would be pierced.
"In my life, I hate people who repay kindness with hatred the most. Since you are my fellow juniors, I will let you go this time. If there is a next time, you will always be a mortal."
Lu Chen retracted his sword and said coldly: "Go away, don't let me see you again in the Discipline Academy."
"Yes, yes, we will never stay at the outer gate anymore." These ten people were frightened and fled towards the outer gate desperately, covering their wounds in Tianchi, with streaks of filthy yellow water behind them.
Behind him, the sound of Nan Tian's sword came from the south, stabbing, stabbing, and it seemed to be a life-threatening magic sound for them. He ran away even faster under his feet.
