C17 - Tenth Chapter Trap -(1)

In the air, the black shadow suddenly dispersed and turned into ten shadows. They looked like heavenly demons dancing in the sky, and it was impossible to tell whether they were real or fake.

An almost inaudible sound came from beside Lin Chen's ears. He didn't panic, but turned his body to the side.

Boom!

A huge crater was created on the ground where Lin Chen had been standing. The white-haired youth revealed a surprised expression. His ghost shadow clone was real and fake, and even a Third Level Qi Condensation Stage would be confused by it. It was so easy to kill him, but the youth in front of him easily dodged it.

What the hell!

The white-haired young man felt that Lin Chen was not simple, so he used the Ghost Shadow Clone once again. However, unlike before, this time, the Ghost Shadow was surrounded by a black Qi. Wherever it went, flowers and trees withered, and a black smell filled the air.

Chi!

The clothes on the surface of his body showed signs of corrosion. Lin Chen's eyes focused as he flew backwards. At the same time, he activated the Devouring Sword Qi, forming a light blue sword energy spiritual shield to defend against the erosion of the black aura.

"Go to hell!" The nine black shadows dispersed with a loud bang. The true body of the white-haired youth appeared behind Lin Chen. His right hand, which was surrounded by black Qi, grabbed forward.

Lin Chen suddenly turned around and swung his sword to block the attack.

A loud bang was heard.

A violent explosion was heard in the air. Lin Chen and his sword were sent flying dozens of meters away. Of course, the white-haired youth was not in a good condition either. The surface of his palm was cut by the sword Qi, and there were traces of blood on it.

"You are courting death!"

The white-haired youth endured the intense pain in his palm and struck out with his palm once again. A mighty black Qi swept out like a tidal wave and submerged Lin Chen's position.

Wherever the gloomy black Qi touched, everything withered and not even a blade of grass was left behind. A black path of prosperity was created.

Lin Chen sneered and said, "This is it?"

The spiritual Qi in his body churned. Lin Chen's Qi kept rising. Finally, it rose from the ground and rushed to the sky above the forest. He struck out with his palm. It was as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

"Cloud Breaking Palm! Tenth Layer!"

The Cloud Breaking Palm was the basic cultivation technique of Yanluo Sect. If it was in his previous life, Lin Chen would not even look at it. Therefore, to him, it was like a piece of blank paper. He could learn it at once, and the tenth layer was a piece of cake for him.

Clang!

A palm blasted out, and the air produced a metallic explosive sound.

The surging black Qi collided with it for a moment before it was sent flying back. At the same time, the surging black gas was directly compressed into a black light pillar with a diameter of one meter under the condensation of Cloud Breaking Palm.

"Cloud Breaking Palm! Tenth layer! How is this possible?"

It was the first time that the white-haired youth had witnessed a full-fledged attack of Cloud Breaking Palm. His eyes were wide open. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he did not have the time to make a move. He was penetrated by the grayish-black light beam, and his body was instantly torn into two halves. His body was corroded, and turned into a puddle of blood.

"Junior brother Ming!" The brown-haired youth, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with Rong Wu, couldn't believe his eyes. The white-haired youth was at the peak of the third level of Qi Condensation. His strength was equal to his. He had thought that he would easily win against Lin Chen, who was at the first level of Qi Condensation. But now... The truth slapped him hard in the face, and his mind buzzed.

Rong Wu had always been suppressed by the brown-haired youth. Now that he saw his opponent distracted, he gathered all of his strength and slashed out with his sword. A bone-chilling sword Qi whistled through the air.

Clank, clank, clank...

The brown-haired young man felt the murderous aura on his face and immediately came back to his senses. The spiritual energy within his body instantly erupted, and a black circle of light surged out, firmly blocking the terrifying sword energy.

"Underworld Fire Fist!"

Seeing his companion killed, the brown-haired youth's eyes turned red. He punched out, and the black flames on his fist burned, as if they were going to burn the void.

Rong Wu had already experienced the brown-haired youth's Dark Fire Fist before, and its power was extremely tyrannical. The black flames burned everything, and he didn't dare to take it head on. He tapped the ground with his feet, and his arm blurred. More than ten streaks of sword qi pierced through the air.

The black flame fist energy directly shattered the incoming sword energy. At the same time, it blurred in the air and turned into a black tiger head. It roared endlessly and swallowed Rong Wu.

Lin Chen was just about to help. A sword light flashed from the black tiger head and tore a crack in it. At the same time, Rong Wu flashed out and swung out another twenty or so sword strikes in the air. Each sword strike was fused together. It formed a huge sword energy. The sword energy was like a rainbow, tearing apart the surrounding air. Its speed was astonishing, and it crashed into the brown-haired youth's position like a clap of thunder.

Boom!

A deep gash was left on the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

Lin Chen's eyes became serious. What a terrifying attack! Under such an attack, the only thing he could do was not get hit by it.

Not even his brown hair was left behind, not even a speck of dust was left behind. The speed of this sword was just too fast. He had no time to dodge.

Pu!

He spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky. Rong Wu's face turned pale as he fell. It was obvious that this strike had caused him to collapse.

Lin Chen nodded at him and walked towards the location where Zheng Xiang and the young man were fighting.

"Rain Sword Fall!"

In the lush grass, Zheng Xiang's feet did not touch the ground, as if she was weightless. She waved the sword in her hand, and sword lights flew out. They were so dense that they looked like a misty drizzle as they fell.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

The buzz cut young man dodged in a panic. The ground under his feet was riddled with holes by the sword lights. He also condensed a black circle of light to block the attack of the sword light that was like a spring rain.