PFC Chapter 976: Killing Him Decisively
Chapter 976: Killing Him Decisively
However, although this series of attacks was so fierce and menacing, it was just some insignificant interference to Lu Chen who was in the center of the battlefield.
With his own powerful mental strength beyond the imagination of ordinary people as a solid backing,
The "Rising Moon from the Sea" he displayed was still maintained steadily, and its original complete form was not affected in any substantial way.
Finally, the giant sword in the hand of the "Flame Prison God of War" was swung out suddenly, and the last sword light roared like a fire dragon and rushed towards the bright moon in the sky.
At the same time, the "Frost Queen" formed seals with her hands and muttered something. An extremely cold air gushed out of her body and instantly condensed into a huge iceberg, smashing towards the bright moon with the power to destroy the world.
Just as these two terrifying forces were about to collide with each other, time seemed to freeze.
However, the next moment, accompanied by a thunderous roar, a dazzling light suddenly burst out! The light was so strong, like the first ray of dawn when the sun rises, so bright that it is impossible to look directly at it.
After the light faded, the two young monks stared up at the sky with wide eyes and astonishment.
They saw the bright moon, still hanging quietly above the sea, like an eternal existence.
However, at this time, there were many signs of burning or freezing around the bright moon. These signs were like hideous scars, telling of the cruelty of the fierce confrontation just now.
It is obvious that in this thrilling contest, the two old men with unfathomable strength, although their displays of the Dharma images of heaven and earth were so powerful that they made people tremble, in the end, no winner was determined.
Looking at the "Flame Hell God of War" summoned by the old man in black robe, the raging flames on his body were now rapidly extinguishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally majestic and domineering image of the god of war gradually became dull and seemed to have lost its breath of life.
On the other side, the situation of the old man in brown robe, "Frost and Snow Immortal", was not much better.
Those crystal clear ice crystals flickered faintly under the sunlight.
Then they began to crumble and disintegrate, turning into ice chips that floated in the air until they disappeared completely, leaving only an empty void.
Lu Chen, who was not far from the battlefield, stood firmly in place.
Although his clothes were torn into several pieces by the aftermath of the battle, making him look somewhat disheveled, his condition was undoubtedly much better than that of the two old men.
At this moment, Lu Chen took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he wanted to absorb all the air around him into his body.
His eyes were like burning torches, bright and blazing, and his sharp gaze swept around as quickly as lightning.
At this moment, his eyes revealed an unprecedented determination, as if he had made up his mind to face all the difficulties and obstacles that might happen next.
It happened in a flash. While the two old men were weak and powerless due to the previous fierce battle, Lu Chen attacked without hesitation.
He held tightly in his hand the broadsword called "God-Slayer" and swung his arm violently. A bone-chilling arc of light flashed across the void.
The arc of light was extremely fast, like a meteor chasing the moon, and it rushed towards the two old men with unparalleled power.
In an instant, two screams were heard, and the two old men didn't even have time to make any resistance.
The body was directly split into two halves by this extremely sharp knife.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red. The scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.
Seeing this scene, the two young monks who were originally standing aside to watch the battle suddenly turned pale with fright, and were extremely terrified in their hearts.
They stared with their eyes wide open, looking at the scene in disbelief. They could never have imagined that the usually majestic and powerful Elder Zhang and Elder Wang could be killed so easily by Lu Chen's sword.
Fear took over their hearts, and after looking at each other, they turned around without saying a word and wanted to escape from this terrible place.
However, how could their speed match that of Lu Chen? Almost at the moment when they made a move, Lu Chen's figure flashed and appeared in front of them like a ghost, blocking their way.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the young man in the gray robe felt his legs go weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.
His body was shaking constantly, and his voice became stammering due to extreme fear:
"Sir, please spare us! We were just confused for a moment and did not mean to offend you.
Please have mercy on us and let us live!"
At the same time, another young man in white clothes also looked panicked, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
He retreated desperately, and said in a trembling voice: "My Lord, you must not kill us! We are from the Lord's Mansion of the Sun Never Sets Immortal City. If you kill us today, it will cause endless troubles in the future.
Not only will you be in danger, but even your relatives and friends will be implicated, so please be merciful and let us go!"
Facing the young cultivator's plea for mercy, Lu Chen's eyes did not waver.
In this world where the strong prey on the weak, wrong choices often mean irreversible consequences.
He knew very well that what he had experienced today must not allow any hidden dangers to remain in the world. Otherwise, it would bring endless troubles and disasters in the future.
Thinking of this, Lu Chen tightly grasped the shining long sword with both hands, exerted a little force with his arms, and raised the long sword high.
In an instant, the blade flashed with dazzling light, like a bright moon hanging in the night sky.
Then, Lu Chen shook his wrist, and the sharp blade turned along with the momentum, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and swung out again with the force of thunder.
In this attack, Lu Chen used all his strength without reservation, without any intention of showing mercy or even the slightest hesitation.
There was a slight "swish" sound, and two scarlet blood lines gushed out like fountains, interweaving in the air to form a sad and beautiful picture.
Then, the two blood lines disappeared quickly into the boundless dark night like meteors across the sky, as if they had never appeared.
The two young monks who were begging for mercy suddenly stopped talking.
Their terrified faces froze in an instant, their open mouths could no longer close, and they could only watch the flower of their life wither and die at this moment.
The whole scene fell into deathly silence, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Lu Chen stood quietly, staring at the horrific scene in front of him with an expressionless face.
His eyes were cold and deep, like a pool of stagnant water, without even a ripple.
Regarding the act of personally ending the lives of the two young monks, he did not feel the slightest bit of emotion in his heart, as if it was just a very normal thing...