Chapter 852

"Go and practice with the sword master!"

The leading Cang Yu disciple randomly selected a fellow disciple and sent them out to fight Shangguan Jin.

He is the dignified chief core disciple of the Cangyu Sect, and also the strongest Immortal Realm disciple of the Cangyu Sect. He is an invincible existence of the same level, and can even fight against a strong person in the God Realm!

Even if Wan Yan, the former chief core disciple of Xuantian Daozong, was once his defeated general, he simply looked down on the core disciple of Xuantian Daozong!

This time he came to Xuantian Daozong to provoke him, against Lu Chen, he already felt a little unnatural.

It is said that Lu Chen is not even in the Immortal Terrace Realm, it is thousands of miles away from his realm.

If it wasn't for Lu Chen's defeat of a half-step god-refining powerhouse in the Dragon and Tiger Ranking Contest, and reached the bottom of the Dragon and Tiger Ranking, he would not want to regard Lu Chen as an opponent!

He didn't get much information, but it was limited to the Dragon and Tiger Ranking Competition.

If he could find out about Lu Chen's feats in the Xingluo Secret Realm, he might not have such an idea.

Therefore, he would not fight against Lu Chen's subordinates, that would be an act of self-deprecation, even if he could win in one fight, he didn't want to do it.

What's more, his fellow sect is the Ninth Yuan in the Immortal Stage Realm, so with just a single blow, he can knock out both sword and shield cultivators.

"I know the sword cultivator's attack is very strong, but it's still too young to fight with my senior brother Cui Ling in your realm. Let's go through my level first."

Cang Yu's nine-yuan disciple in the Immortal Terrace came out with a sneer on his face, showing great disdain for Shangguan Jin.

Although he is not in the half-step God Realm, but his realm is five ranks higher than that of sword cultivators, and he has five more longevity powers, so he can easily crush sword cultivators of four ranks.

Even if you add sword repair and shield repair to increase defense, so what?

That fat shield repairer is even worse, it only has one unit, and no matter how high its defense is, it can't be that high.

When you can make a casual move, you can press the sword repairer and shield repairer together on the ground, back and forth, rubbing against each other!

"Then I'll kill you with one sword, and fight Cui Ling again!"

Shangguan Jin stepped forward, holding the scabbard with his left hand, and pressing the hilt with his right hand, making a sword-like gesture.

"Kill me?"

The ninth-rank disciple was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "This joke is the funniest joke this year. Thinking about it, I'm drunk too! If the fourth-rank student wants to kill the ninth-rank trainee, even if I stand up and let you do it, You can't cut it either."

"Then you go to die!"

Shangguan would like to say that, with a movement of his right hand, he drew the sword out, a sword chant resounded across the sky, and a sword light shot straight into the sky.

Slash out with a sword, change the color of the situation, cut the space, and cut the void!

The light of the sword is as fast as lightning, and the strength of the sword is as heavy as ten thousand jun. When the sword energy passes by, it will pear the earth into a deep ditch that stretches for hundreds of feet.

"Be careful, his sword of will is strong!"

Cui Ling, the head disciple of Cangyu Sect, was startled, and quickly reminded him.

The ninth-rank Cangyu disciple also realized that he underestimated the enemy, but Jianxiu's sword had already arrived, and he didn't have time to draw out his weapon to resist it, so in a hurry, he had to punch him.

boom!

The sword edge cut on the fist, smashing the strength of the fist, smashing the fist, and blasting the arm.

The sword continued to slash, and the target was the opponent's head.

"No!"

The nine-yuan Cang Yu disciple was terrified and couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

His arm was cut off, and when his combat strength plummeted, he was already locked by the sword energy.

"Keep people under the sword!"

Cui Ling was shocked, his figure flashed, and he personally rescued people.

But it was too late, the sword's edge had already slashed, and fell off the head of his fellow disciple.

Peng!

The Cang Yu disciple was cut in half by a sword, and a blood puff burst out, spilling on the ground.

A nine-yuan strongman in the Immortal Realm fell!

Thousands of Cangyu disciples turned pale with shock, and were also shocked.

No one expected that the 4th place really cut the 9th place, this sword repair is too perverted!

"How dare you behead my junior brother, you go to hell!"

Cui Ling couldn't save anyone, so he was so angry that he turned around and punched Shangguan Jin directly.

That punch exploded into the sky, smashing a piece of space, smashing the void, and the weight of the punch, the ground was sunken and cracked in all directions, stretching for hundreds of feet.

At this time, Shangguan Jin's sword had just been withdrawn, and he had not had time to strike again.

"Cover the sky!"

Fat Dragon let out a low cry, and sacrificed two top-level holy artifacts, propping up the mid-level sky-shrouding combat skills, and instantly established a strong defensive line to block Shangguan Jin.

boom!

The fist hit the cauldron, and there was an earth-shattering explosion, which was deafening in a radius of thousands of feet.

When the cauldron took a blow, there was only a deep fist mark on the surface of the cauldron, and the people behind the cauldron had nothing to do with it.

"A shield cultivator with a unitary position can actually punch me, is there a mistake?"

Cui Ling's eyes widened, all kinds of disbelief, all kinds of three views subverted, all kinds of doubts about life.

Not only Cui Ling, but also the other disciples of Cang Yu, felt that they encountered all kinds of strange things today.

"That shield repairer's shield technique is weird, it seems to be a very high-level combat technique!"

"Also, the two pots of Shield Cultivator are also very weird. They seem to be of high quality, a bit like holy artifacts!"

"No wonder the sword cultivator pulled the shield cultivator out. It turns out that the shield cultivator has a strong defense and can protect the sword cultivator's life!"

"This shield cultivator is probably even more difficult than that sword cultivator."

"Oh my god, these two guys are difficult enough to deal with. If the real master Lu Chen comes, wouldn't it be... I can't even imagine it."

Many Cangyu disciples whispered among each other, discussing in low voices.

Before, they ignored sword repairers and shields, but now they have to face it squarely.

"Your Fat Lord's pot, even the strong in the refining realm can't get in, you're just halfway through the refining realm, so go on the sidelines!"

Feilong said triumphantly.

"Then I will smash your broken pot, and then smash you into the 18th floor of hell!"

Cui Ling was angry and angry, and punched again, aiming to smash Feilong's pot.

"If you want to smash the pot, take a sword from me first!"

Shangguan Jin sneered, drew his sword, and slashed at Cui Ling.

"Smash your sword!"

The sword cultivator's sword is powerful, and Cui Ling didn't want to be hit by the sword, so he turned his backhand, instead of smashing the pot, he smashed the sword first.

Boom!

A punch hit the sword edge, smashing the strength of the sword, but it couldn't smash the top holy sword.

There was still some power left in the fist, and he continued to smash along the sword repair, but unfortunately a big pot stood in front of him and took the last punch.

"Hey, what kind of broken sword and shield can take my fist! Come again!"

Cui Ling was furious, roared, and threw a quick punch, all of which hit Feilong.

In just one breath, dozens of punches hit Fat Dragon's cauldron, making a series of ping-pong bangs, and the strong sound wave impacted out, causing the surrounding people watching the battle to cover their ears.

The pot was smashed with dozens of fist marks, almost flattened, and scrapped on the spot.

"I use double pots, smash one and there will be another one!"

Feilong chuckled, threw away the waste pot, and took another good pot.

"No matter how many pots you make, I can smash them all!"

Cui Ling was about to be blown up by the fat dragon's anger, and continued to punch the pot, if he didn't kill the fat dragon, he would die of anger.