Ren Jie grinned:
"Don't forget what I told you yesterday. It's up to you who my opponent will be next..."
The corner of Lu Chen's mouth curled up:
"Just wait and see!"
Looking at Lu Chen at the end, Mo Wanrou took a deep breath and warned, "Do you want to win? As a man, you should keep your word, right?"
I saw a puff of green smoke coming directly from Lu Chen's head, his face was as red as blood, and he didn't reply. He took three steps and two steps at a time, and rushed off the field as if running for his life...
Mo Wanrou scratched her head: "What are you doing? Weird~"
Ren Jie, however, was happy: "Oh, are you in the shy period of love? A young man who has just fallen in love will always subconsciously avoid the girl he likes and is shy. I am such an older boy and I don't have much face. How normal is that?"
Lu Chen:! ! !
Stop giving random explanations, okay?
Mo Wanrou rolled her eyes: "Shy period of love? I haven't seen how shy you are!"
I saw Ren Jie put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "Hey~ I'm just having fun~ A wise man never falls in love!"
Jiang Jiuli: (ꐦ -᷅ ⤙ -᷄)Huh~ You are so smart!
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On the playing field, Qianliu and Lu Chen stood opposite each other. The autumn wind was bleak and fallen leaves were flying in the field.
The audience all held their breaths and didn't even blink their eyes, holding back their pee and holding back their pee, because all Qianliu's matches ended too quickly.
So far, no one has survived for a second under Qianliu, not even Mei Qian.
Although Lu Chen is one of the top four, his level is only at the seventh level of the Strength Realm. Qianliu is at the peak of the Tibetan Realm, and it would still be difficult to fall below him at the first level.
The audience did not think there was any surprise in this game, and the game would end in an instant as usual.
Lu Chen's aura surged around him and he crushed the falling leaves directly. He stared at Qianliu with his eyes and said coldly:
"Do you still remember? Three years ago! In the national competition, I was defeated by your sword, and the cheers of the whole audience belonged to you!"
"I left with that shameful sword wound. Although the wound has healed, the scar still hurts!"
"Now...I am no longer the person I used to be. Today, I will take back everything I have lost with my own hands on this field!"
Qianliu sneered: "Ha~ Who are you? There are many people who have fallen under my sword. Who do you think is the oldest?"
"I tell you, history will repeat itself, and you will only make the same mistakes again. I will make it clear to you how useless you really are!"
Lu Chen gritted his teeth: "You will know soon!"
I saw Wang Laotie holding his hands high in the air: "Both sides are on their respective positions! Get ready..."
Qianliu said calmly: "I have nothing to prepare, I can start at any time!"
However, Lu Chen did not drag him down.
"Demonization activated·Yaksha Demon!"
"Black and White Unparalleled!"
The infinite power of night and white night bloomed and burned, and the Yaksha wings spread out behind Lu Chen's back, his face was covered by a Yaksha mask, and two Yaksha horns grew out of his head.
The power of black and white intertwined and merged, and even Lu Chen's Yaksha mask turned into black and white, splitting Yin and Yang...
With a flick of the trident in his hand, the arena was torn apart.
Lu Chenyou remembered what Ren Jie told him. Although Qianliu was fast, he was not incapable of beating him.
Don't think about blocking his slashes. You can't block them, and you can't keep up. Just use the powerful self-healing ability of the magic bonder to withstand it.
As long as you can withstand Qianliu's first wave of attacks, you can still fight...
Qianliu belongs to the melee style. As long as he wants to kill you, he will definitely get close to you, and that's your chance.
There is no need to worry about where Qianliu's figure is, just guard your own three-thirds of the land. Even if you exchange injuries for injuries, as long as you can hurt Qianliu, you will have a chance to win.
Although Lu Chen was very dissatisfied with Ren Jie, he had to admit that this was indeed the best strategy to deal with Qianliu at this stage.
Seeing that Lu Chen was also ready, Wang Laotie waved his big hand:
"Game start!"
All the audience's eyes widened, witnessing this moment together.
Qianliu also disappeared in an instant. Lu Chen did nothing but folded his Yaksha wings to protect his body.
In just a split second, Qianliu appeared behind Lu Chen, causing a strong wind to rise on the field.
Seeing that Lu Chen was unhappy, he even increased the intensity of his slashes, rushing to seriously injure the one with the long sword in his hand especially filled with blood...
Nearly a hundred stab wounds appeared on Lu Chen's body in an instant. Yaksha's wings were chopped like rags, the wounds were deep enough to see the bones, and a huge amount of blood spurted out from Lu Chen's body.
He fell directly to the ground with his head down, and fell heavily on the ground, throwing up bursts of smoke and dust...
There was silence in the field, and then there was a huge cheer.
"As expected! Is the game still over in an instant? No matter what kind of opponent he faces, it can be solved in an instant for Qianliu? Iron City Qianliu! Unparalleled in the world!"
Mo Wanrou clenched her iron fist tightly, is it still not possible?
Qianliu was simply incredibly powerful.
Qianliu looked up at the stands, his blood-stained sword pointing directly at Ren Jie: "The next one is you..."
But Ren Jie said calmly: "You seem to be happy too early. Although this guy Lu Chen is not as strong as me, there is one thing I can't compare to this guy..."
"That's the desire to win! He can't be defeated so easily!"
Qianliu frowned and looked back at Lu Chen who was lying on the ground. He saw a huge shadow of a black-robed Yaksha demon appearing on his body. His eyes reflected the sun and moon. His ferocious fangs were exposed, and the corners of his mouth even reached his cheeks. Go up.
In his hand he held a pitch-black scale.
The pallet on the right represents Lu Chen, and the one on the left represents Qianliu. The left one is so heavy that it was even pressed to the bottom.
The yaksha ghost raised his hand to grab it, and a weight appeared and was placed on the tray belonging to Lu Chen.
The balance was immediately pushed back about two-thirds of its way.
The weight added later represents Lu Shen's three-year lifespan.
Won! Three years of life back!
Lost! Three years of life turned into nothing. It was obvious that Lu Chen was gambling with Qianliu.
At the moment when the weights were added, Lu Chen, who was lying on the ground, could see the aura steaming wildly, his power burning, and the billowing demonic energy flying far away like black smoke.
Lu Chen, who couldn't help but cough up blood, grabbed the trident and climbed up from the ground. The sword wounds on his body healed quickly, and his expression became more ferocious.
Because Qianliu was too strong, under the influence of the Devil's Balance, Lu Chen's power surged to the point where it could not be increased, reaching the highest level in history.
"The game...isn't over yet!"
Qianliu narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "You are trying to be mysterious and struggling to the death!"
His body disappeared from the audience's sight again. At the same time, Lu Chen received new injuries on his body. Hundreds of sword wounds appeared at the same time, and even his chest was pierced.
But he endured the severe pain and stabbed the trident in his hand toward his feet.
"What doesn't kill me! Will eventually make me stronger!"
"If we don't win! I would rather die!"
"The moment of youthfulness!"
