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Lu Chen stabbed the halberd, and the power of black and white burst out like a blowout, spreading crazily around and sweeping the entire place.

The ground tore like crumpled paper and turned into pieces, and the steel dome shook endlessly.

The audience couldn't help but exclaimed. They never expected that Lu Chen could still fight. Since the start of the game, Lu Chen was the only one who was eliminated instantly without being beaten by Qianliu...

However, this blow still missed and did not hit Qianliu, who dodged it at an extremely abnormal speed.

Everyone completely lost track of Qianliu's figure. Only Ren Jie's pupils flashed rapidly, and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.

The next moment, more than a dozen sword wounds appeared on Lu Chen's arm holding the halberd. His muscles and tendons were all cut off, and even his chest was pierced.

Lu Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were blood red, and black and white lights gathered on his forehead.

"God Burial Cannon!"

The blazing black and white energy beam spurted out, and with one blow, a half-moon curved ditch was plowed out of the arena, and it hit the barrier fiercely.

Then the artillery columns continued, and as Lu Chen turned around and swept across half of the field, the field was filled with roars.

But at this moment, one of Lu Chen's Yaksha wings was suddenly removed, and dozens of sword wounds appeared on his back, crisscrossing each other, and blood spurted out wildly.

"Tsk that night? Yong!"

At this moment, the acceleration skill of that night was applied to Lu Chen's whole body. His movements were as fast as lightning, and his arms even waved out afterimages. He held the trident and slashed behind him.

"cut!"

The ultimate sharpness burst out, and a black and white halberd shot out like a crescent moon, crossing the field, hitting the barrier, and then swung away again.

At this moment, more than a dozen blood holes appeared on Lu Chen's waist and abdomen. The sword light even cut open his shoulder, extending down from his chest, and blood spurted out wildly.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth and fought back faster.

Then a terrifying scene appeared on the field. Lu Chen stood still, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he attacked non-stop. The power of each attack was so shocking that it shook the field and shook the barrier endlessly.

But none of the attacks hit Qianliu. Instead, Lu Chen's body was constantly bursting with sword wounds, blood spattered, and the ground was already covered with blood. Although the wounds were healing quickly, if he continued like this, sooner or later he would not be able to survive.

Ren Jie squinted:

"Tsk, you idiot! I told him last night for nothing! Don't fight back! You need to anticipate?"

For example, Qianliu's attack came from the left. When Lu Chen realized that he was injured, he would instinctively fight back to the left. This is the human instinct after being injured.

But by the time Lu Chen's attack came out, Qianliu was no longer on the left. He was probably behind or on the right. He launched another attack, causing damage, and was always in an absolutely safe range.

The more you want to fight back, the harder it will be to catch up with Qianliu, because he will always be one step ahead of you.

In Qianliu's eyes, Lu Chen was like a living target at this moment...

You can only predict Qianliu's next attack position, strike early, and be fast! Otherwise, you will still be dodged.

As long as the attack misses, no matter how powerful it is, it is useless.

Lu Chen gritted his teeth. He knew the truth, but instinct was so easy to overcome.

He was now blind, and his attacks were always missing, which made Lu Chen extremely frustrated.

Prejudgment! You have to predict!

I don't believe I can't catch you!

At this moment, Lu Chen simply closed his eyes and still maintained his offensive posture, but the attack speed slowed down.

Cut it! Cut it as you like!

As long as you can't kill me with one blow, I can handle it.

Don't underestimate my determination to win!

The wounds on Lu Chen's body continued to increase, but he was looking for Qianliu's habit of drawing swords.

No matter how controlled a person is, it is difficult not to be influenced by habits. Thousands of sword strikes will always form muscle memory. Once the offensive habit is formed, it cannot be changed in an instant.

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