"Swish." A sword aura came quickly, and the Holy Lord Dongfeng used his palm as his sword to split the wind.

After touching the strong wind in the hand of the Dongfeng Holy Lord, the qi suddenly exploded and turned into a large net to cover the Dongfeng Holy Lord. Ling Zhiyun's hand changed one after another, and tiny qi kept shooting out from his hands. Under the concealment of the black ocean, it quietly attacked the Dongfeng Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord Dongfeng pushed out a strong wind, and at the same time he retreated suddenly. Under the strong wind, the needle pricks transformed by the knife intention were destroyed. At the same time, the Holy Lord Dongfeng held his right hand and a violent gale pressed from top to bottom towards Ling Zhiyun!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!" Flashes of fierce collisions exploded with the contact between the gale and the knife intent. The powerful wind pressure was pressed with the arrival of the gale and the sword intent, which was previously open to the gale and claws, was suppressed by this wind pressure, and was flattened inch by inch!

Ling Zhiyun's face turned gloomy. This gale did not come out of thin air, but was the arrangement that the Holy Lord of Dongfeng kept leaving in the space during the battle just now.

Each of these arrangements is not worth mentioning to him, but when the number of remaining gale winds gradually increases, and the accumulation of small amounts becomes large, they are called at one time by the Holy Lord of Dongfeng at this moment, and they become all-round devastating blows.

Since Ling Zhiyun followed Lu Chen, although his strength has increased rapidly, he has very little experience in going out to practice and his combat experience can be said to be quite insufficient.

As an old saint, Dongfeng Holy Lord has been walking on the brink of life and death for many years. His combat experience is so rich. The gap between the two cannot be simply compensated by just a knife intention.

The Lord Dongfeng Holy Mobilized his own rule power, and the huge gale wind gradually condensed in his hands. The sword intent finally came out of the suppression of the gale wind and was about to attack the Lord Dongfeng Holy, but the wind in the sky shrank rapidly, condensed into a thin line that was almost physical across the two.

Ling Zhiyun's face condensed, and a breath of death slowly emanated from the thin line.

The line falls quietly, as the thin line falls, the entire knife intention is divided into two, one line divides life and death, the line is the upper part of the world, the lower part of the Yin Prison, the only one line of the world!

The Holy Lord Dongfeng created a similar effect of space cutting with his solid strong wind and indestructible wind pressure. Even the Holy Lord Thunder could not help but be surprised by such methods.

Ling Zhiyun jumped high with his sword in both hands, and at the same time he recited the technique.

The sword intention instantly turned into a giant sword, and he met the thin line with Ling Zhiyun's slash.

A stream of air conditioning suddenly spread out. With the support of the ice system rules, ice marks condensed in the air, and even the water vapor in the air was instantly frozen by the absolute low temperature.

The sudden air conditioning caused Ling Zhiyun's attack to pause slightly, but at this time the attack of the Dongfeng Holy Lord had arrived. The air conditioning invasion was too fast, and even the Thunder Holy Lord did not react.

When the Thunder Holy Lord wanted to take the rescue again, it was too late.

At this moment, Ling Zhiyun bit his tongue hard and spit out a drop of essence and blood. Suddenly, strange blood-colored words scattered in the air with Ling Zhiyun's words.

Flashes of space fluctuations shook around with Ling Zhiyun as the center, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

Two red runes appeared from Ling Zhiyun's foreheads to his arms, and the sword intention turned into a protective shield to cover Ling Zhiyun tightly.

Ling Zhiyun's eyes were blood red, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down his face. With the help of the secret technique, the trajectory of each attack was clearly calculated by Ling Zhiyun. After one breath, the time was restored, and the attack of Dongfeng Holy Lord had also hit Ling Zhiyun.

"Boom!" A figure flew backwards in the light of the sky, and a large amount of blood was scattered in the air. Before it even fell on the ground, it was burned by bloody flames.

Although Ling Zhiyun used secret techniques to forcibly increase his body strength at the last moment, he saw the attack trajectory, and at the same time used the knife intention to protect his body.

But these are still not enough to allow Ling Zhiyun to block the attacks, and eventually end up in serious injuries and coma, and his life and death are uncertain.

The Holy Lord of Thunder was already in anger. These Holy Lords not only spoke loudly in front of him, but also injured Lu Chen's people in front of him. This simply did not take him seriously.

"Sizi!" A stream of violent currents scattered around the lobby, and countless thunders fell from the sky, ruthlessly slamming the Holy Lord on the ground.

The powerful current mass formed by the collision between the chaotic currents continued to detonate in the lobby. The Thunder Lord held a long spear made of steel. As the current flew, the steel spear swung and rotated, and a more powerful magnetic force burst out from the spear.

Electromagnetic encounters become more violent, and a powerful force field suppresses the entire area.

The Holy Lord Dongfeng looked at the Thunder Holy Lord who was killing, and his eyebrows were tightly locked. When his arms shook, he was facing the Thunder Holy Lord at an extremely fast speed. The wind suppressed the Thunder Holy Lord from all directions.

The spear in the Thunder Holy Lord swept away, and a more powerful electromagnetic force field dispersed with the Thunder Holy Lord as the center.

The face of the Holy Lord Dongfeng remained unchanged. The thin swords in his hand pierced out one after another. For a moment, the wind and thunder were intertwined, and the two saints were fighting, and the terrifying power of rules continued to destroy this area!

Just as the two lords of Thunder Dongfeng fought, several figures flew out of the crowd and fled to the distance. In a flash, they reached the sword marks carved by Ling Zhiyun.

"Don't leave, fight me!" A thunder pillar fell from the sky.                                                                                                                     �

The Holy Lord was about to escape from the distance, but found that he was getting closer and closer to the ground. His head fell to the ground and made a dull sound, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

I saw an ancient long sword inserted diagonally on the sword mark, reaching the ground three points!

A majestic voice came from the sky.

"Those who pass the boundary without permission will die!"

The Holy Lord who was about to sneak attack Ling Zhiyun changed his face. Before he could react, he just looked up and saw the sword!

That domineering sword!

That sword that burns the rules!

The Holy Lords were already shocked after seeing the line of the Holy Lord Dongfeng.

But after that thread and this sword, it is probably not worth mentioning.

Before the saint attacker could react, he just raised his head and was cut in half by a knife!

But the sword had not stopped yet! It had already slashed at the Holy Lord of Dongfeng at a faster speed!

Lu Chen was full of anger at this moment. He didn't care about how much combat power the Holy Lord Dongfeng or the Holy Lord West Wind could provide him.

Anyway, if you touch his little brother, the consequences will be only one word - death!

The sword came with the fortune of heaven and earth. The Holy Lord Dongfeng was about to use the gale wind to lead himself to escape.

But when the strong wind continued, the face of the Holy Lord Dongfeng instantly turned pale.

Something within a restriction has been generated in this world, so that the Holy Lord Dongfeng could only get stuck in place and wait quietly for a sword!

"What a joke!" The Holy Lord Dongfeng became more and more impatient. After feeling the power brought by the sword, the Holy Lord Dongfeng was completely desperate.

The strong wind in my hand kept beating this space.

He must find a way out to avoid this fatal blow!

As for hard work, his Feng system is not good at defense, not to mention that the rule power contained in this sword is too powerful.

The Holy Lord Dongfeng believes that even if a earth-type holy Lord who is very good at defense comes, he can only be wiped out by this sword!

"Let me open it!" Seeing that the sword was about to come, the Holy Lord Dongfeng was even more impatient, but all the power of the rules in the Holy Lord Dongfeng was already used.

But there was no looseness in this enclosed space.

In desperation, the Holy Lord Dongfeng turned his head and looked at the domineering sword.

There was no blood, just for a moment, the body of the Dongfeng Holy Lord was cut off by the rules, constantly turning into powder!

"Who else wants to leave?" Lu Chen walked in silently. At this time, the entire hall could only hear Lu Chen's footsteps.

"The Sword Saint is gone!" The Saint Lords said quickly. There were many exaggerated people who actually fell to the ground.

Lu Chen was so terrifying, domineering and tyrannical!

Lu Chen's eyes without any emotion swept across everyone, as if they were looking at a group of dead objects.

"If you just took action against Ling Zhiyun, please come out consciously." Lu Chen looked proudly at the saints in the field, his voice still was cold and ruthless.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was in an inexplicable embarrassing situation.

Because everyone understands it, when you go out and admit it, you are really looking for death.

"Are there nothing?" Lu Chen's eyes gradually became sharp, but his hands tightly held the sword again.

"Um!" After listening to Lu Chen's threatening words, a female saint was pushed out by her companion.

Lu Chen looked at the female saint, but he couldn't have a trace of pity for the sake of jade, but he still said indifferently: "Make a blood oath and be his servant forever."

After saying that, Lu Chen pointed at Ling Zhiyun, who was still unconscious.

"How can this be done?" A male saint lord immediately slapped the table, and it seemed that he liked the female saint just now.

Lu Chen looked at the guy who was angry with the beauty and didn't say anything, and gently pinched his hand out of thin air.

"Um..." The male saint was slowly lifted up with Lu Chen's gesture.

"Then it's okay if you two are together." Lu Chen said jokingly at the panicked male saint.

"Sword Saint, I know I'm wrong! You have a lot of them, so it's good to forgive me once..." The male saint was pleading with Lu Chen crazyly at this moment, which made Lu Chen's slight interest aroused.

"No backbone." After Lu Chen said this, he threw the Holy Lord at will to the ground.

"Thank you the Holy Lord for not killing! Thank you the Holy Lord for not killing!" The male Holy Lord actually knelt down at Lu Chen as if he had received a great favor.

Such actions made Lu Chen more disgusted as he looked at him, so he hurriedly turned his head to look at the female saint.

"What about you? Do you want to resist?"

The female saint did not dare to say no, and immediately said, "How dare I not obey what the Sword Saint asks me to do?"

After that, it was done in one go, and within a short while, it made a blood oath.’

Even Lu Chen couldn't help but admire his cleverness.

"So what are you going to do today?"

Finally, after watching the female saint lord make a blood oath, Lu Chen looked up at everyone and smiled.

But what exactly does that smile mean? I am afraid that the Holy Lords will shudder when they see it.

"Of course, I will go back and pack up immediately to prepare to go out to sea with Lord Sword Saint!" Some flexible and flexible people among the Holy Lord had already answered.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone responded one after another.

The reason they asked to go back was that Lu Chen, the organizer, was no longer there, and now Lu Chen has returned.

Even Lu Chen's strength seems to be on the front line. How could everyone present refuse to agree?

"That's good! Everyone should go back first!" Lu Chen smiled and said to everyone on the field.

After receiving Lu Chen's words, the Holy Lords hurriedly retreated out as if they had received the imperial edict.
Chapter completed!