Supreme Pill Saint

"I'm looking forward to seeing you Zhou Yunhai said with a smile, determined in his heart.

"Then it depends on whether this kid is qualified to let me do it?" Lu Qing nodded slightly: "it's still that sentence. He needs to stand in front of me at least, so I'm interested in fighting him!"

Lu Qing is very proud. He is a cat and a dog in general. He is really not interested in making moves. He is afraid that his hands will be dirty.

"Childe, the ten martial arts practitioners in the middle hall are all the staff of the Zhou family. Look, can they take that boy together?" Zhou Yunhai asked again.

"The ten or so of them are just in the early stage of Xuanqi practice. Moreover, they should stay in the secular world and enjoy themselves. They are even more wasteful in practicing martial arts. Their real strength is not as good as that of ordinary people in the early stage of Xuanqi practice. They should not be able to win that kid. However, if that kid wants to break through the middle hall himself, it will cost a lot, right? If we can't get it right, we will both lose and die together! "

Lu Qing is commenting on Su Chen and Zhou's aides. Su Chen has come to the front of the middle hall!!!

In front of him, ten martial arts practitioners in the early stage of Xuanqi practice were standing there side by side, staring at Su Chen, their faces were full of ferocious smiles.

These ten people are basically holding long knives and swords in their hands. Under the light of the lights, those long knives and swords, like the dazzling moon, radiate the cruel white light.

And, although they seem to be quiet, but, standing there, it is obvious that their breath is climbing, they are accumulating strength.

The next moment.

"Touch!"

In the roar.

Su Chen suddenly put down the coffin, heavy coffin, again smashed the ground.

On the ground, a mess, full of dust and gravel.

Su Chen is not prepared to fight with these ten martial arts practitioners with coffins, because they are real martial arts practitioners. As long as they are martial arts practitioners, their strength is many times stronger than ordinary people.

Besides, they all have swords.

If the coffin is used as a weapon, Su Chen can be sure that the coffin will be cut into pieces by those swords.

The coffin is for Zhou Yunhai. It's broken. It's not good.

Then.

Su Chen's hand has an extra short sword, which is only one foot long and full of ink.

It is duanxuan who admires the sword of the spirit tool that Ziling gave him.

Inner hall.

Lu Qing saw Su Chen put down his coffin and took out a dagger. He shook his head and smiled sarcastically: "this kid is really a whimsical kid. A dagger is coming to fight? court death! One inch long and one inch strong, especially when fighting in groups, if others use long swords and you use short swords, it means suicide! "

Zhou Yunhai and others nodded. Although they were not martial artists, they understood the truth.

In short, if the short sword is against the long sword, in a certain distance range, the opponent can attack you, but you can't attack others, that's the disadvantage.

But this kind of disadvantage is most obvious in one person against many people.

"It seems that he is not qualified to stand in front of my son, garbage one!" Lu QinGang raised his head and looked down upon Su Chen as if he had seen the sad picture of his death under the disordered sword.

Hearing Lu Qing's words, on one side, Zhou shouteng's eyes stared at Su Chen in the screen.

Since Su Chen may die before he comes to the back hall, then he can't take Su Chen's life by himself and revenge his son himself.

So, he retreated for the second time, at least to see the scene of Su Chen entering the hell and going to the yellow spring.

Middle hall.

"Kill!!!" After ten or more breaths of silence and energy, the ten side-by-side Xuanqi practitioners roared.

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, a stream of murderous air burst out from them. Although each stream of murderous air was not very strong, the ten strands added together were extremely solid and oppressive, almost making people unable to breathe.

Next.

"Against the wind sword!"

"A knife breaks the wind!"

"Sword of fallen leaves!"

…………

The ten martial artists in Xuanqi training environment turn their wrists at the same time. Between the wrists turning, the blade is full and the blade is wanton.

In the air, the sound is harsh and the cold light is frightening.

One by one, they all showed their best moves.

Although they are only martial artists in the early stage of Xuanqi practice, they all came from the martial arts world, and they are more or less skilled in martial arts.

The swords and swords are moving, but they are fierce and powerful.

It can be seen clearly that there is a long sword, comparable to a river running through the sun and a sharp sword, just like lightning

For a while, those swords all locked Su Chen, the big artery on Su Chen's neck, the center of brow and brow, the heart of chest and so on.

Su Chen's position is almost surrounded by swords. It's airtight.

However, when I look at Su Chen again, I see that he is playing with duanxuan in his hand, as if everything has nothing to do with himWith a little smile on his face, he stood there, like a slender column, motionless, breathing quiet, heartbeat quiet, everything is very quiet, giving a feeling that he is tasting the breeze and enjoying the beautiful mountains and rivers, but in fact, he is facing life and death!

A breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

………………

When the third breath passed, those swords which were moving like death in the air were very close to Su Chen.

Still not moving.

"What does this kid do? Is it really rubbish to this extent? " Lu Qing frowned. He wanted to see a play and pass the time, but now it seems that he didn't even have a play.

"What a waste of my face!" Lu Qingzhi stabs it with his nose, and his heart is full of murderous ideas. He hates waste the most. Su Chen, obviously, is his serious waste.

Another breath.

The sharpness of those swords seems to have touched the hairs of Su Chen

Suddenly, Su Chendong!!!

So suddenly, without any sign, it's in the moment of life and death.

See only, Su Chen is like that burst dike dam, roar to leave suddenly.

The horrible body method was clearly and skillfully used by him. With the strong and pure Xuanqi in the upper body, the speed was unbelievable.

Whoosh

Su Chen moves to the ground step by step, as if he was walking alone by Lingbo.

This speed is so fast that the ten martial artists in front of them have lost the locked object completely. There is nothing else in the eyes except the twinkling shadow!

Let alone them. Even in the inner hall at this moment, Lu Qing, who is strong in Xuanqi, can barely see clearly.

After a few more breaths.

Hiss

Su Chen's ghostly figure stopped at once. There was no sign of that.

At the same time.

"Ding Ding Ding......"

There was a crisp metallic sound, ten in a row.

With the sound, you can see clearly that the ten swords in front of you are only the hilts!!!

Those swords, blades, etc. were all cut off by the waist.