The teachings of the Lord of the Sword Sect were rejected, which would cause a huge uproar if word spread, but this actually happened in the Daluo Dynasty.
"Kill!" Lu Chen yelled angrily, jumped up, and swung the white skeleton in his hand to the top of his head. Terrifying energy fluctuations suddenly rippled from the white bones.
"Drink!" He shouted again, and the white skeleton in his hand crashed down.
"A skeleton of a Venerable?" Zhao Jin's expression suddenly changed as he looked at the terrifying waves rippling on the fallen white skeleton.
"What?" Everyone around heard what Zhao Jin said was horrified. It was too shocking. No one could believe that a young monk in the Spirit King realm actually had the bones of a Venerable in his hands.
The Bones of the Supreme Being are the bones left behind after the death of the top strongman in the Lingtian Continent - the strong one in the Spiritual Sovereign Realm. In the entire Da Luo Dynasty, not to mention a strong one in the Spiritual Sovereign Realm, even those in the Lingzong Realm have not appeared for many years. .
boom!
A muffled sound shook the entire square, the ground trembled, and the hard square was shattered by gravel.
"You're not going to die again, are you?" Some people's hearts trembled. If that were the case, the young master of the Lu family would have really gained a reputation for killing in this battle.
No matter who it is, just swing the skeleton down, leaving you with a ball of blood mist, at worst, leaving some stumps and pieces of flesh.
"Ahem..." A cough sounded from the dust and gravel.
"So strong!" Some people were frightened and looked at the dusty square with a horrified expression.
"Is this the strength of the chief disciple of the Sword Sect?" Some people are confused. The gap between Zhao Jin and Bai Yuying, who are also chief disciples, is too big.
Looking at the figure slowly walking out of the dust mist, Lu Chen's pupils shrank and his face was solemn.
He was well aware of the power of the Venerable Bone in his hand. Even without any energy fluctuations, when he used his spiritual power to swing and smash it, it was much more powerful than the explosive power of the spiritual weapon. The figure actually caught it.
"I haven't had any blood for many years. I have to say, you made me a little angry!" Zhao Jin was panting a little, his figure was stooped, and there was a bloody cut on his forehead, which was very frightening. The blood was flowing like a stream, dripping continuously. on the ground.
Lu Chen was silent and had to admit that Zhao Jin was indeed very strong. He naturally knew how powerful the Venerable Bones in his hand were. At least, after killing Jian Zong, no one in the entire Jian Zong could take over a single bone.
When a skeleton falls down, there will either be broken pieces of flesh or a mass of blood mist, but not a whole corpse.
Lu Chen's eyes were as bright as fire, and he looked at the figure with a ferocious face walking towards him, smiling softly.
"A martial weapon?" Lu Chen whispered, licking the corner of his mouth like a hungry wolf staring at the figure not far away, as if it was his prey.
"Martial spirit weapon?" The exclamation rang out again, and the monks around him were even numb.
They had never seen a martial spirit weapon at least in the Daluo Dynasty. Unexpectedly, not only the bones of a sage appeared on the Sword Peak today, but also a martial spirit weapon.
Everyone's eyes focused on Zhao Jin's hands. As expected, there were pitch black gloves on each of his hands.
"I don't know whether your broken venerable bones are stronger or my broken martial arts weapon gloves!" Zhao Jin's eyes were like daggers. In this remote dynasty, a young man unexpectedly appeared and injured him. Unforgivable.
"Destroy you with one move!" Lu Chen shouted coldly, shaking the Venerable Bone in his hand, his figure slowly curved, like a cheetah staring at the prey not far away, ready to kill at any time.
"Hahaha, okay!" Zhao Jin laughed angrily.
He admitted that he was indeed at the bottom of his family, but this was the barren Southern Wilderness, a place that no major force was willing to set foot in.
Even if he is not the strongest, he can still enjoy emperor-like treatment, just because there is a being behind him that makes all the major forces afraid.
He wanted to kill him with one move. He wanted to see how a native who was only in the Spirit King realm like himself could kill him with a martial spirit weapon with one move.
Lu Chen stopped talking nonsense and disappeared. When he reappeared, a sage's skeleton suddenly appeared above Zhao Jin's head and crashed down again.
"Do you think the same brute force moves are still useful?" Zhao Jin sneered. He admitted that he had been keeping him in captivity.
The young man's growth was somewhat beyond his expectation, but it was not to the point where he could not compete.
Zhao Jin's eyes were as bright as a torch, he clenched his fists, looked at the fallen bones of the Venerable, and punched directly at each other, "Shake the mountain!"
With an angry shout, two fists as big as a human head shot into the sky.
"This is the top Xuan-level martial arts!" The master of the Sword Sect not far away noticed the martial arts used by Zhao Jin, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Martial arts are divided into heaven, earth, black and yellow, and each level has three grades: upper, middle and lower.
The top Xuan-level martial arts are already treasure-like in the Daluo Dynasty. After practicing to the extreme, they can even explode into the power of earth-level martial arts. It is amazing. Even she did not expect that Zhao Jin actually has such means.
"No wonder you look down on my teachings, even the teacher has to be respectful to him!" Bingdie is now becoming more and more curious about what kind of identity this Zhao Jin has.
"The top Xuan-level martial arts?" A sneer flashed at the corner of Lu Chen's mouth, and the Venerable Bone in his hand did not stop at all, and even more powerful.
boom!
The ground trembled, and a gust of wind spread wildly around the surroundings. The hard ground of the square spread in ripples, making it a mess.
"I'll give you extra food!" Lu Chen yelled again. The moment the venerable bone and the glove collided with each other, a cluster of dark flames rushed out, followed by the venerable bone and bombarded the glove.
Seeing the spreading black flames, Zhao Jin turned around and ran away.
"Ah..." A scream rang out, and everyone saw the ground cracking under their feet after Zhao Jin and the Venerable struck a hard blow, and a scream came out as soon as they stabilized their figures.
"You're a fucking bastard!" Zhao Jin hissed, with a look of fear on his face.
He stared blankly at the dark black flames that spread rapidly towards his arms, "Nine...Nine Nethers..." He had no time to speak. His spiritual power was condensed into a sword. The sword was raised and slashed down on both arms. .
"Ah..." screams were heard again in the square. Zhao Jin quickly retreated, looking at the young man not far away with a look of fear, and saw a black flame quickly disappearing in the palm of his hand.
"You will be worse than dead!" Zhao Jin quickly stopped his arm that was spraying blood, his eyes flashing with cold light.
He never thought that he, who was at the bottom of the clan, had already taken refuge in the southernmost part of the Southern Wilderness. With his strength and background, he would surely prosper.
This was indeed the case in the past few years. Even if I didn't practice, I would still live like an emperor. I never thought that I would lose my arm today.
"Do you know who I am?" Zhao Jin roared, looking at Lu Chen as if he were looking at a corpse. Read the book
"I know you are a dead person!" Before he could finish his words, Lu Chen disappeared again, and the venerable bone in his hand was smashed arbitrarily towards Zhao Jin. There is no skill in the current killing, only brute force fighting, which seems to destroy everything deep in one's heart.
"Bingdie, kill her, and I agree to your teacher's request!" Zhao Jin roared angrily as he looked at the young man who was being blasted to death. His heart felt cold, and he finally knew he was afraid.
boom!
With a muffled sound, Lu Chen's figure was shot back, and he took a few steps back on the ground before standing firm.
Looking at the figure who took action, Lu Chen's eyes were full of sadness.
"The source of everything is him. Did you know that he targeted the Lu family again and again, intercepted and killed the Lu family again and again, and even slaughtered the entire Lu family overnight!"
Looking at the figure blocking him not far away, Lu Chen spoke calmly.
Hearing this, Bingdie Miaoman's body trembled. How could she not know these things? Unfortunately, she knew it too late. When she wanted to stop it, it was too late. Everything had already happened.
Looking at the sad young man, Bingdie didn't know how to speak. She already knew the whole ins and outs of the matter.
She suddenly realized that even if she was the master of the Sword Sect, she was still so powerless at the moment, and she felt her heart bleeding.
"Sorry, you can't kill him!"
She could only stop the young man not far away. She didn't want things to become irreversible. She didn't want the young man not far away to perish.
Even the teacher was afraid of the existence. She couldn't imagine the person behind Zhao Jin.
How terrifying is the power?
"He killed my entire clan!" Lu Chen roared while looking at the calm-looking woman.
"You don't know his identity, and I don't want you to die!" Bingdie's voice was very soft, so soft that only the two of them could hear it.
"Identity?" Lu Chen smiled, "If you have an identity, you can do whatever you want? If you have an identity, you can kill an entire clan?"
Lu Chen suddenly discovered that the ice dream in Shiwanda Mountain had disappeared and would never come back.
Bingdie remained silent. As she became stronger and more exposed, she no longer saw beauty, but only endless killing. Because of this, she cherished the short few days in the Hundred Thousand Mountains even more.
That will be her only light in the future, but unfortunately, this light will be extinguished today.
"You know, you are the only one in my heart..."
"Shut up!" Lu Chen roared, stopping Bingdie who was about to speak. The skeleton in his hand scratched the ground in front of him, and a ravine lay between the two of them.
"Remember what I said last time, I hope we will never see each other again and become strangers?" Lu Chen whispered.
"We are strangers..." Bingdie also whispered, recalling the short few days in Shiwan Mountain in his mind.
"Kill!" Lu Chen's eyes were red, and he swung the white skeleton in his hand again and killed Zhao Jin.
"If I'm here, I can't let you kill him!" Bingdie still looked calm and waved his hand to block the falling bones of the Lord.
"Kill!" Lu Chen was already red-blooded. The hatred of annihilating his family, the hatred of hunting down his father and eventually disappearing without a trace, were all irreconcilable.
Now, with his enemy right in front of him, how could he just give up.
"You have been blinded by hatred!" Bingdie shouted, trying to wake up the young man who was constantly attacking him.
"Hatred blinded your eyes?" Lu Chen yelled angrily.
"You never know how it feels when one of your own people dies in front of you. You never know the despair in your heart when you return home with a good mood and only see ruins. You are so high up there, how do you know the suffering of the masses?"
