Fantasy: Start Rewarding 100 Consecutive Draws

This cultivator on the ninth floor of the Qi refining period was shot to death by a fragment of the Xuanguang sword before he realized what was going on.

There are still many monks who are similar to this person. The broken fragments are scattered, and there is no pattern at all. Being hit is purely unlucky.

[Kill a monk in the Qi refining period, and the progress will increase by 21 points! 】

[Kill a monk in the Qi refining period, and the progress will increase by 23 points! 】

[Kill a monk in the Qi refining period, and the progress will increase by 35 points! 】

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A lot of prompts sounded in my mind, and then they were automatically blocked.

Lu Chuan didn't have the time to think about it, but tried his best to prop up the aura shield.

Too strong, too strong to describe.

And completely different from the strong man and Xia Tian before, he actually sent out three attacks in a row.

Judging by this momentum, I am afraid that the fourth attack will appear immediately.

"What the hell have I done?"

Lu Chuan was so depressed that he was dying, but he didn't have the time to attack, because the fourth attack really came.

This time he didn't have time to continue accumulating energy, so he could only greet him.

"Come on! Let me see how strong you are!"

Lu Chuan let out a roar, and the breath around him erupted like a volcano.

Rumble!

The spiritual energy spurted, the gravel splashed, and the violent spiritual energy fluctuated like raging waves and raging wolves.

The expressions of the surrounding monks all changed wildly, including Xia Tian as well.

He had never felt such a terrifying aura from a monk in the Qi Refining Stage. The strength of this breath had even surpassed most of the monks in the Transformation Stage.

There are five mainland states and fourteen overseas continents. There is a recognized standard for the handful who want to be the top.

That is to be able to defeat ordinary cultivators at the transformation stage!

The power of the god transformation stage seems to be out of reach in the eyes of the monks of the qi refining stage.

But in the eyes of those top geniuses, this is not the case!

For example, in Xia Tian, ​​he once beheaded a cultivator at the stage of transformation with his own hands.

But at this moment, even a genius like Xia Tian felt fear.

It was so strong that even he had the idea of ​​being invincible!

"How can it be!"

Xia Tian couldn't believe it all over his face, but the fact really happened.

"Here! Me! Die!"

Lu Chuan, who was in the center of the aura fluctuations, was not in the mood to think about those things, and now he only wanted to hit with all his strength.

A terrifying sense of crisis locked him firmly, making him dare not be careless.

Without the magic weapon, Lu Chuan's strength has dropped a lot, but the attack from the Tianmen not only has not weakened, but has become stronger.

Unleash the Heavenly Fist!

The fourth type!

Broken Star!

There was a crazy roar, but no one could hear it.

Lu Chuan's fist was shrouded in a layer of crimson light, as if what was consumed by this punch was not spiritual energy, but the hot blood in his body.

Rumble!

Crimson meets blazing white, fist meets light.

It's a punch of courage, it's a punch of desperation.

Regardless of the final result, after this lap, Lu Chuan will lose the power to resist.

The fourth form of Kaitianshen Fist would turn his body back into serious injuries, and even 100% of his strength could not be exerted in the end.

It's just that Lu Chuan had no choice, either to swing this punch beyond the limit, or to die.

The brilliance dissipated, the fluctuations were gentle, and it was as if nothing had happened.

However, the mess in front of him was not an illusion before telling everyone, but a real occurrence.

A large pit fifty meters in diameter, smooth as a mirror inside.

Lu Chuan stood in the middle of the big pit, looking extremely embarrassed.

The long black hair was disheveled, some parts seemed to be cut off at the root, and some parts seemed to be burned, as ugly as a beggar.

The clothes on his body were similar, riddled with holes and tattered. You can see everything you should see or not.

Recalling the earth-shattering punch not long ago, everyone subconsciously looked at Lu Chuan's right hand.

The skin rolled up, the bones were exposed, and the bright red blood continuously flowed down the half of the finger.

There is no doubt that Lu Chuan's right hand is useless.

If there is no panacea, or some special exercises and skills, then eternal life cannot be restored, and one can only drag the crippled right hand until death.

But Lu Chuan is obviously not in this list!

The supreme skill "Queyi Zhenfa" that directly points to the Dao is more effective than any panacea, and it doesn't take too long for Lu Chuan to recover from all his injuries.

However, at this moment, no one gave him time to recover.

The monk in the distance took a few steps forward subconsciously, and the greed in his heart rose again.

Some people were out of hatred, because they were beaten by Lu Chuan not long ago, missing arms and legs, and some even lost their kidneys.

Some people are greedy. A monk like Lu Chuan must have many treasures on him. As long as they get a little casually, it will surpass their months of searching and struggling outside.

If he could get Lu Chuan's Qiankun bag by any chance, then it would be a complete blow.

At least there is no need to continue to work hard for fifty years, find a place to hide and consume all the resources, and when it reappears, at worst it must be a period of transformation.

These people dared to grab Lu Chuan's attention, on the one hand because of hatred and greed, and more because of their numbers.

With so many people together, who knows who is responsible for the murder? They can't kill everyone, can they?

No! It's really possible!

Thinking of the tragic scene not long ago, all the monks around couldn't help but shiver.

Who can stop that terrifying attack? I'm afraid it won't work even in summer?

As for Master Frost...

This guy has been scared out of his wits!

Now I am hiding far away with the eggs in my hands, and my followers dare not approach.

"Wait? With eggs?"

Everyone was terrified, and the extremely tragic scene of fried eggs suddenly sounded, and all the men couldn't help but clamp their legs tightly.

"No, I have to stay away! Or I will be in trouble if I get bombed!"

A monk thought in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to back away.

Afterwards, his eyes pretended to be inadvertently turned around, and found that many monks had the same idea as them.

After all, the egg-exploding technique is too scary for males. Exploding eggs is often more deterrent than dying.

Seeing that Lu Chuan was seriously injured, Xia Tian's face instantly became solemn.

At this time, Lu Chuan felt very bad in his perception. His breath fluctuated and was as turbulent as waves, but there was a sense of weakness in it.

The stronger the monk, the more stable his breath.

Those whose breath fluctuates violently are either weak chickens, or their injuries are so severe that they cannot be controlled.

Obviously, Lu Chuan belongs to the latter.

With the attack of the four heavenly gates, Lu Chuan has almost reached the point of exhaustion.

At this time, Lu Chuan was not even talking about fighting against a monk like Xia Tian, ​​even the ninth floor of the general Qi refining period could kill him.

But thinking about it, no one really dared to approach.