Chapter 1102 (1/2)

”Ah! This is the rune sword refined by Nie Wencang! God, how could he give you the rune sword refined by himself?” The Taoist mourner said sadly.

It turned out that although Taoist tianmourn was also the strong one in the realm of God Emperor, he was the second God Emperor, which was a little weaker than Nie Wencang, the third God Emperor.

Therefore, Taoist tianmourn is not Nie Wencang's opponent.

The Fu Jian was refined by Nie Wencang himself, and it also has the power of the three robbery God Emperor. Even if he didn't do it himself, it's difficult for Taoist tianmourn to compete.

What's more, he didn't expect Lu Chen to have Nie Wencang's Rune sword. It's not strange that he was injured by Lu Chen out of guard.

”Not dead?”

Lu Chen was also stunned. He thought he could kill Taoist mourner Tian with one sword, but he didn't expect that the other party was only injured. This old guy is really hard to live.

Lu Chen's heart was filled with hatred. Seeing that his palm was dripping with blood and his eyes flashed with cold light, without any hesitation, he took five element steps and rushed up again.

Then he sacrificed the rune sword given by Nie Wencang again and killed the past.

In the weather, there was a sense of desolation, and the bleak space became more dark and colorless, full of forest, cold and sharp gas.

There was a flash of golden light, and it was the rune sword, such as lightning, thunder, rainbow and sword, which burst out towards the Taoist mourner.

The void was suddenly a wheezing sound, as if it had been mercilessly torn apart by a pair of big hands, and appeared in the sky above the mourner.

”Good boy, do you really think Nie can kill me by asking Cang's Rune sword?”

But this time, the Taoist mourner was ready. His evil eyes stared at Lu Chen and sneered, his gray palm raised, and the dry breath immediately raged out. It was not only the dry rune, but also condensed into a dark gray spear and stabbed it out.

The spear condensed by the Rune of wither breaks through the space from bottom to top, just like setting off a wave, the ground breaks hard, cracks appear, and the fierce gray wind rolls on, and the sweeping sword light is immediately blocked in mid air.

Taoist tianmourn stared at Lu Chen and sneered, but his face suddenly changed. He saw the Fujian stabbed up, like a Jade Rainbow running through the sun and a sword dragon flying into the sky.

In an instant, he collided with the spear. There was a sharp sound, such as thunder and lightning. The momentum was frightening. Lu Chen turned pale. Taoist tianmourn's old face showed a dignified color.

At the next moment, a loud noise came out between the rune sword and the spear, countless sword lights and gray lights splashed out, the spear made a jump sound, countless cracks emerged, and then completely collapsed.

Then, the rune sword fell from the sky with a startling momentum. Like a golden dragon, it appeared over the Taoist priest tianmourn. Close at hand, the endless sword light radiated down, and the Taoist priest tianmourn turned pale.

”Roar!” At this critical moment, the Taoist mourner of heaven roared, and gray light symbols appeared in his eyes, mysterious and strange. Even gray marks appeared on his face, one by one, very ugly, and then a terrible force rushed out of his body.

The space centered on him immediately made a buzzing sound, as if in turmoil, the void sounded, as if it had been pierced, and a gray stone tablet appeared in front of Taoist tianmourn out of thin air.

”Wujue stele, kill me!”

As soon as this stele appeared, Taoist tianmourn immediately roared and worked Wujue stele to kill the stabbing Rune sword.

”The best artifact?”

It occurred to me that Lu Pinchen didn't have the mourning instrument. He didn't even think of it.

You know, there are four kinds of artifact: inferior artifact, intermediate artifact, superior artifact and best artifact. The best artifact is the highest existence. Naturally, last year, needless to say, it is many times better than the five elements and four swords in Lu Chen's hand.

Perhaps, only the virtual spirit tripod can compete with it!

However, Lu Chen, like the cultivation of today's divine realm, can't give full play to the power of the virtual spirit tripod, so it's useless to use the virtual spirit tripod.

Therefore, he can only rely on Nie Wencang's Rune sword to kill Nie Wencang.

Staring at the old man, Lu Chen has a big killing intention in his heart.

At this time, the Wujue tablet has been hit on the rune sword, which is a loud noise, such as thousands of thunder falling together, deafening, endless dry light and sword light splashing out, covering Lu Chen and tianmourn Taoist people, and then radiating out, ploughing out traces of the earth, full of flying sand storms.

Feeling the power, Lu Chen turned pale and was frightened to retreat, but he noticed that Taoist tianmourn's old face sounded, his skin seemed to crack, his eyes widened, and blood appeared.

This old guy is holding on!

Lu Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. It seems that Nie asked Cang's Fu sword's power is far stronger than he thought. He immediately ran the divine power in his body and rushed up like a river into the Fu sword.

The light of the rune sword was weaving, and the light of the sword soared upward, like a giant dragon flying into the sky, overlooking the Han sky. With a sharp, powerful and powerful power to kill and kill, it rushed forward to mourn the Taoist priest.

The high pitched and long sound of the sword roared into the ears of the Taoist mourner. When he looked up, he saw the light and spirit of the sword all over the sky. Once again, his old face changed, his face was twitching, roaring repeatedly, and then pushed the Wujue monument.

The dry power surged wildly, and the dry gas was like the abyss and the sea. It broke into the Wujue monument. The monument immediately soared in the wind and fought against Nie Wencang's Rune sword again.

”Boom --!”

The rune sword stabbed by lightning struck on the Wujue monument, and there was another startling noise. The sword light spilled like a waterfall and fell on Taoist tianmourn, and immediately splashed blood.

The power of Nie Wencang's Rune sword can be seen!

”Damn it!”

Taoist tianmourn showed bitterness on his face. He knew that the rune sword was not loose at all and was broken and retreated. However, as soon as he retreated, his power of Wujue tablet was weakened by one point, and he was immediately knocked out by the rune sword.

”Ah!”

Fu Jian fell like a comet sweeping the moon. Taoist tianmourn was shocked and hurried to avoid. His speed was extremely fast, ten times and a hundred times that of Lu Chen. However, Rao was extremely fast. He was hit in the arm by Fu Jian, and a piece of flesh and blood was cut off by Shengsheng, and the blood also splashed out.