The heavy sword swung over and collided hard with the spear burning with golden flames.

The whole world seemed to be still. After a moment, violent wind erupted with the two people as the center, shattering the clay figurines and horses with a radius of 500 feet into a pile of powder.

"The shadow of the sword is like the wind!" Lu Chen suddenly retreated ten feet away, his figure flashed suddenly, drawing a graceful curve in the void, and he held the Coiling Dragon Soft Sword and shot it towards his opponent.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

With his full strength bursting out, Lu Chen was surrounded by flames, thunder and lightning crackled, and his speed increased instantly.

Chasing the wind and lightning, performing to the extreme.

The whole person turned into a silver lightning and turned into eighteen phantoms, surrounding the burly figure suspended in mid-air from all directions.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Eighteen Chase Chases quickly strangled the burly figure from eighteen angles, and countless afterimages shuttled back and forth around the opponent dozens of times.

The shadow of the sword is hazy and as fast as lightning.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the burly figure was hit by Lu Chen at least a hundred times.

But the black armor on the opponent's body was surprisingly hard. It had obviously been covered with sword marks and was about to break apart at any time.

But in the blink of an eye, a mysterious black energy surged out of the body, and the damaged and cracked areas on the armor returned to their original appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seems that this set of thick armor is not made of ordinary gold and iron, but condensed from a mysterious liquid.
Chapter completed!