I Have a Luck Altar Chapter 627

Chapter 627 Tianbang Sixteen! Fall here!

The turbulent samadhi real fire was extremely domineering, enveloped the blood ax Fan Ying in a single thought, and he also sensed an extreme danger in an instant.

Wanted to avoid the explosive retreat, but it was too late.

The true fire of Samadhi is the fire of supernatural powers, very domineering, even a true emperor can hurt it, even Song Lun is unwilling to provoke it easily, let alone a mere Fan Ying.

His hair and beard shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin on his body also shriveled rapidly, leaving only a pair of bright eyes, staring firmly at Song Lun's direction.

He still remembers the scene when he first came to the Blood State. He committed a crime in the Central Plains and was killed by a sect. He was about to die on the spot. It was Song Luntian's descendant who rescued him.

Afterwards, Fan Ying, who was in Tongxuan Realm, followed Song Lun to Liangshan, gave him resources, taught him how to practice, and helped him start a family. It can be said that he is a reborn parent.

He is slow by nature, but he also knows that kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

Since then, he has become the most supportive subordinate of Song Lun in Liangshan, until today

It's a pity that when he was dying, Song Lun was able to save him with the heavenly soldiers, but when Song Lun was facing a desperate situation, he couldn't even get close to him.

Fan Ying didn't actually intend to kill Chen Yuan and Jiang He, he knew the difference, all he wanted was to create a precious opportunity for Song Lun to escape at the cost of his life.

pity pity pity

Fan Ying fell very quickly, first his body, then his soul, like a melting glacier, gradually melting into a sea of fire, because he died so fast that he didn't even leave his last words.

And he also became the first important Liangshan leader to fall since the beginning of the war!

Chen Yuan withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and his heart was calm. He wanted to kill Fan Ying, a strong man, but he never had the chance, and now he finally got his wish.

However, after all, he is just an ant now, and he is not valued by Chen Yuan. After he quickly dealt with Fan Ying, he still continued to kill Song Lun.

"Fan Ying!"

At the moment when the black man fell, Song Lun couldn't help but let out a low growl, self-mockery and despair flashed in his eyes.

Just half an hour ago, he never thought that he would be so miserable, obviously not like this!

What he wanted was to drive away the tigers and devour the wolves, use the hand of the court to destroy the Xiang family and Xiang Qianqiu, and take sole control of the Liangshan power.

He had a good idea, but the reality is extremely cruel!

He didn't even know when he had provoked the Taoist Palace, which led to this change, which completely shattered his dream, and Xiang Qianqiu, whom he regarded as his great enemy, didn't even show up from the beginning to the end.

He looks like a clown.

Ha ha

Song Lun really wanted to laugh at this time, laughing at himself for not knowing what he could do. In just a few quarters of an hour, the building he built would be completely overturned, and he would also fall here.

After the laughter, there is madness. He once failed the exam, lived in the south, and became a bandit just for one bite of food. At that time, he seemed to be so desperate.

"True Monarch Linmo, Song is dead, you don't even want to live!" Song Lun raised his head to the sky and screamed, the blood all over his body and the primordial spirit in the altar were burning at this moment.

He knew that he was defeated today, and he couldn't escape the siege of the two true kings in a seriously injured state, but before he died, he had to do something.

Do something?

Let's avenge Fan Ying and that gangster.

Song Lun, who was originally sluggish, now looked like a flashback, and his aura reached its peak in just a short moment, and, before it stopped, the aura he erupted was even far higher than before.

Desperate!

Song Lun was really ready to go all out. He looked directly at Chen Yuan and stopped talking. He mobilized his whole body to bombard him. He didn't believe that this person could survive his desperate counterattack.

To pull a backrest before dying is not in vain!

The vitality of the surrounding world was almost instantly emptied by Song Lun, and a terrifying vitality wave bloomed between the heaven and the earth, like a magic fist descending from the sky!

"You can win by burning everything? Song Lun, you think too much!"

Chen Yuan didn't evade and didn't retreat, he faced straight up, mobilized the power of blood and energy in his whole body, a thunderous shock erupted from his body, the burning flames all over his body blasted out with a punch, and the void instantly collapsed!

"Boom!!"

The roar of the explosion resounded through the sky and the earth.

Jiang He wasn't idle either. This wasn't a time to fight alone. There was no such thing as martial arts. With a move of his divine mind, infinite sword energy of nothingness appeared from the void.

In an instant, a hundred-foot-high sword was condensed in the void, and it was also slashed by Song Lun's desperate means. At the same time, the figure turned into a streamer, manipulating the sword energy to cover his body.

But Song Lun didn't have too much protection at this time, he let the sword energy stab at him, he didn't care at all, and his heart was tied to Chen Yuan.

Burning Yuanshen was originally a decisive battle, and there was no room for delay. Now he no longer cares about the rest of the matter, he just wants to kill this so-called Linmo Zhenjun in one go!

The life-and-death battle between the three of them amazed and shocked the warriors watching below. They seemed to have never expected that a battle to the death would take place in such a short period of time.

It's only less than two quarters of an hour!

They were amazed, the other powerhouses in the void also frowned, Yan Luo from the Palace of Seven Kills looked at each other, and quickly distanced themselves.

The other two Liangshan Huayang actually wanted to persuade Fan Ying not to die, but he didn't even utter a voice of dissuasion, and they were reduced to ashes. Except for his big ax that fell into the lake, the rest were not even a trace No residue was left.

Now, the head of the family is going to do their best, and the two of them are also a little desperate. It seems that thinking about what will happen next, even the idea of doing something has weakened a lot, and they are thinking about how to get out and run for their lives.

Otherwise, any True Monarch could crush the two of them to death.

Gu Tianqiong frowned, his face gloomy and uncertain.

At this moment, he already knew that there was nothing he could do. Even if he killed the Lin Mo Zhenjun of the Taoist Palace, it would be of no avail. Song Lun was doomed, and no one could save him.

The imperial government's goal of controlling Liangshan has also failed, and perhaps it can only take advantage of this opportunity to slaughter Liangshan! So as not to become a helper for future Xiangjia.

Of course, the premise is that Song Lun really kills Linmo Zhenjun of Dao Shrine Palace, otherwise, once the two Zhenjun are free, even if they are not too strong, they will be enough to decide the victory!

Tao Shrine. Damn it!

Last time, the great sacrifice of the royal family was disturbed, resulting in the downfall of a true emperor of the royal family. This time, it disturbed the imperial court's plans again. Now Gu Tianqiong can even imagine Jingtai's panic-stricken appearance.

Li Kuangxiu also had the same expression, his face was ugly, but no one expected that today would be like this.

They planned that there would be four true kings including Song Lun, enough to determine the victory. The Seven Killing Palace would never fight them to the death. They could also take advantage of the situation to control Liangshan and destroy the Xiang family.

But something went wrong in the plan

Two True Monarchs of Dao Shrine emerged.

"kill!"

Li Kuangxiu's anger was vented on King Chujiang of the Seven Kills Hall, wanting to injure him severely and weaken the strength of the Seven Kills Hall, another round of fierce fighting began.

On the other side, Sima Checai, who was suppressing Lu Guangsheng, really changed his face, his eyes showed hesitation, as if regretting that he didn't make a decisive move just now.

"Die!!"

Sima Che yelled angrily, and suddenly a black air flow condensed all over his body, covering the Dinghai Pearl, and its power was even stronger.

With just one blow, a gap was made in the pagoda in Lu Guangsheng's hand, and the divinity was damaged a lot.

Song Lun is dead, and this strong member of the Xiang family cannot stay!

Compared to them, the confrontation between Chen Yuan and Song Lun was the most tragic. Both of them were already desperately fighting.

Bombarded towards the opponent again and again, like a thunderbolt kept falling.

Song Lun was also desperately trying. His physical body was riddled with holes at the moment. He only used part of his spiritual sense to block Jiang He, and the remaining half was aimed at Chen Yuan.

And he seemed to have worked. Most of the scales on Chen Yuan's body were broken, and a bone-deep sharp edge penetrated from his shoulders to his abdomen, and he was almost cut open by his magic pen.

The breath on the body fluctuates up and down.

Of course, Song Lun was even more miserable. A fist-sized blood hole appeared on his chest, which was the injury caused by Chen Yuan's desperate blast.

If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent was burning with the primordial spirit and forcibly boosting his vitality, this blow alone would have nearly killed him.

At the same time, his right arm had been cut off, and most of his long hair had been chopped into pieces. A line of blood and tears flowed from his left eye, and there was a suppressed sword intent all over his body.

At this point, it can no longer even be called white-hot, but at the last moment.

It just depends on whether Chen Yuan was the first to be unable to sustain Song Lun's desperate counterattack, or whether Chen Yuan was able to hold on until Song Lun burned out!

"Is this the battle of the true king?"

Someone showed a look of horror and yearning.

Even though they had already retreated far away, they still deeply felt the horror of this battle. Some people even left a video and prepared to sell it to Dengxianlou for a good price after the war.

The ground was shattered, and 90% of the buildings on Liangshan were destroyed. The ground was full of deep pits, as if struck by lightning. As for the lake below, there were huge waves again and again.

Most of the warships were broken into sawdust, and the lake was full of dead fish and shrimp.

In the void, strange black clouds were shrouded in a radius of nearly a thousand miles, and bursts of muffled thunder resounded throughout. Some people couldn't bear it, and even died of shock on the spot.

"This is the pinnacle battle in the world!"

"This is probably the most terrifying battle in the past century"

A voice of exclamation sounded.

"A man should be like this, holding a three-foot sword and swinging Liangshan with one sword!" A young warrior couldn't help but said in a deep voice, his eyes were full of excitement.

This is the battle of fairy gods!

"Once Song Lun dies, Liangshan, which is in full swing, will be completely desolate." You Huayang real person saw the way and sighed.

Seeing tall buildings rising, seeing buildings collapse.

Liangshan, the supreme power in the south, has been declining since today.

"What really scares me is the confrontation between the Lord of the Seven Kills Palace and the Duke of Wei, Gu Tianqiong. Every move seems to be in harmony with the heaven and the earth. When you wave your hands, the situation changes."

Yes, don't look at Chen Yuan and Song Lun's desperate efforts at this time, and even determine the key to this confrontation, but whether it's these wait-and-see warriors or others, they all know that the truly terrifying confrontation is still between Gu Tianqiong and the two of them. .

Every sword can shine on the world, and every knife can cut everything.

The two of them occupied nearly half of the area, and no one dared to approach.

Whenever the deadly killing power shrouds, that is, when all vitality disappears, when the violent sword light traverses the sky and the earth, the void seems to be cut open.

"As expected of the Peerless True Monarch!"

The top ten on the supreme list are respected as peerless true kings by all the warriors in the world.

What is peerless?

Rare in the world!

In the void, the aura of killing filled the sky.

Holding the rust-free iron sword, the Lord of the Seven Kills Palace, drips of blood slid on the long sword, and the mask on his face was cut into half, revealing a somewhat strange half face.

On the half of the face revealed, one eye glowed white, like a blind man.

The clothes on Gu Tianqiong's body were mostly torn, revealing the strong body of the upper body, and a sword mark with deep bones crawled all over his chest, above the scar, there was a trace of death.

"Do you want to enter the Tao by killing?"

Gu Tianqiong stared at the Palace Master of the Seven Kills, and now he didn't even care about Chen Yuan and Song Lun on the other side. He only had this person in his eyes.

"There are not many people who have been able to push me to this point in a hundred years. Gu Tianqiong. It seems that you have also obtained the true biography of Old Ghost Sima." The original heavy voice of the Lord of the Seven Killings actually became a little hoarse at this time.

"Ahem. If the fight continues, you and I will only lose. It's good. It's been a long time since I had such a good time." Gu Tianqiong coughed twice, but a smile flashed in his eyes.

Since he left the customs, there are only two confrontations worthy of praise. The first time was with the Demon Lord Shura from the Dao God Palace. He felt that he was not an opponent, and the difference was far away.

If it weren't for this, Dao Shengong would not have retreated unscathed.

This is the second battle, the ranking is really useless, the strength of the Hall Master of the Seven Killing Palace is actually on par with him, and no one can tell who will survive until the last moment.

"Hehe. It's a pity, you're going to fall here after all." A faint sneer appeared on half of the face of the Palace Master of Seven Kills, and he didn't use his real trump card.

Because, it is no longer used.

The King of Chujiang held Li Kuangxiu tightly, almost making him unable to get away. Lu Guangsheng also tried his best to block the strong man of the Sima family, and he was safe in a short time.

but.

On the side of the two Taoist masters of Dao Shrine, the confrontation has almost been resolved now.

Song Lun must die!

As long as he dies, he will deal with these real monarchs of the imperial court together. When they fall, the imperial court will no longer have the strength to suppress all forces in the world.

The world is in chaos, or it will start today!

Gu Tianqiong looked around blankly, and said softly:

"The world is in chaos, what benefits can you get from the Palace of Seven Kills? If you want to kill me, you have to leave at least half your life, and the Palace of Seven Kills will also be removed from the top ten sects in a short time!"

"You also said that the Palace of Seven Kills is a gate of immortals. There are no immortals, so how dare you call it a gate of immortals? If you want to remove the Hall of Seven Kills, you, Gu Tianqiong, don't have the qualifications."

"Hahaha" Gu Tianqiong laughed loudly:

"Then why do you think the imperial court can sit in the world? If you fairy sects really have the courage to rebel, how can you keep forbearing and live in a state?"

"That was before, do you really think that the great immortal sects dare not do anything?"

"Ha ha."

"what!!"

On the most critical battlefield, Song Lun suddenly let out a bone-piercing sound, his defense was broken again, his body was completely smashed by Jiang He, and the infinite sword energy vented on Song Lun.

His lower body was rotten to pieces.

"If you want to kill me, you deserve it too!!"

Chen Yuan, who was at a disadvantage, gained the upper hand in an instant, shattering the vitality approaching him with a punch, and the momentum around his body increased by several points, and the broken scales on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Of course, as a price, Chen Yuan could no longer maintain the consumption of Qilin's real body at this moment, so he stepped out, traversed the void, and came to Song Lun.

His hand pinched his neck all the time, the raging samadhi real fire suppressed Song Lun's burning soul, and pounded his upper body with fists to flesh.

Punch!

Two punches!

Three punches!

Fistes like afterimages fell on him like a torrential rain.

The shoulder bones were shattered, the arms were torn, and the iron-hard collar was even twisted and deformed. Of course, Song Lun, who was already desperate and crazy, did not stop fighting back.

Hold the magic pen and insert it directly on Chen Yuan's back.

Jiang He stopped. He stopped when he cut Song Lun's upper body, because Chen Yuan had already sent him a voice transmission, and wanted to kill this person himself.

As for the truth, I don't want Jiang He to **** the head.

"Get out!"

Simache roared angrily, and the thirty-six Dinghai beads condensed into one body, smashing the pagoda in Lu Guangsheng's hand in an instant, and blasting it in front of him. Such a terrifying impact made him unable to bear it at this moment, and spurted out A mouthful of old blood.

Jiang He, who stopped his hand, frowned, the surging sword intent pierced the world, and the long river of sword energy enveloped Sima Che's body, trying to injure him severely.

However, he was still slightly inferior in strength after all. Sima Che manipulated Ding Haizhu, forcibly smashed the river of sword energy, roared, and rushed towards Song Lun.

A trace of extreme murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

If you want to solve Liangshan smoothly today, this Linmo Zhenjun must die with Song Lun!

"Thinking about the past, have you asked me about the sword in my hand?"

Jiang He, dressed in white, stood in front of Sima Che, like a city wall standing on the frontier, despite the wind and rain, it still stood still.

"Only you?"

Sima Che snorted coldly.

"And I!"

A deep voice sounded, Chen Yuan stood up, pinched Song Lun's head, and controlled his broken primordial spirit, which was being refined by the raging true fire of samadhi.

The offensive just now has completely disintegrated Song Lun!

Fan Ying only persisted for a moment under the real fire of samadhi. Song Lun was stronger than him, but his strength was limited. At this moment, he, who was bleeding two lines of blood and tears, quickly melted away!