Chapter 953 Battle with Liao Yang

Back in his mansion, Lu Chen walked into the secret room and sat cross-legged, and began to stabilize his cultivation.

There was no words all night, and as the morning came the next day, many students entered the arena of the academy early.

The battle between Lu Chen and Liao Yang affected almost all the students in the academy and below the god transformation stage, and even alarmed some teachers in the academy.

As time passed, there was only a whistling sound that seemed to break through the air, and Liao Yang's figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, bringing with it a burst of spiritual light, and landed steadily on the middle stage.

"That's Liao Yang..."

"Liao Yang, who is in the early stage of becoming a god. This person has been famous in the academy for a long time with his cultivation in the early stage of becoming a god. Although he has never made a breakthrough, he is definitely not someone who can fight with a half-step to become a god."

"Liao Yang will win..."

The appearance of Liao Yang instantly raised the atmosphere throughout the process. They all placed bets, and this moment was extremely enthusiastic.

Liao Yang, who was in the ring, had a smile on his face. He also heard about what happened in the arena yesterday from people around him, and he was laughing secretly in his heart.

It was a one-sided bet. If Lu Chentian hadn't shamelessly pressured himself to win, today's battle would have been rumored in the academy for a long time.

At this time, Lu Chen also slowly walked into the arena, passed through the onlookers, and walked directly onto the ring slowly.

"He really dares to come..."

"This person can be considered a talent. It's a pity..." The expression on the face of the person who spoke was not regretful at all, and even a little excited. After all, he also pressured Liao Yangying yesterday. .

As Lu Chen came on stage, everyone under the stage was filled with sighs.

Lu Chen had a slight smile on his lips. He didn't care about this. Lin Xi sent a message last night to tell him that the total points had reached 400,000.

In addition to the 100,000 points sent by Liao Yang today, Lu Chen is now a wealthy man with 500,000 points.

After deducting Yue Longsha's 200,000, he promised to give Lin Xi 100,000. In the end, he got at least 200,000 points. He was quite satisfied with the result.

"Lu Chen, if you give up, I promise to destroy only one of your legs." Liao Yang sneered and looked at Lu Chen with contempt.

As a monk in the early stage of becoming a god, the most beautiful way to win this battle is for Lu Chen to admit defeat directly without him having to take action. He can win the battle while maintaining his grace, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Lu Chen chuckled and shook his head. He was sincerely grateful to the person in front of him. The teacher qualification test was coming soon, and 200,000 points were enough for him to do many things.

"Well, if you give up, I will only cripple one of your arms, really!" Lu Chen looked at the person in front of him with a serious look on his face.

Liao Yang was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and glanced at Lu Chen, and then couldn't help pointing at the person in front of him and laughing. It was extremely ridiculous for a monk who was half-stepped into becoming a god to dare him to speak like this.

"Are you crazy..." Liao Yang's smile was not hidden at all.

At this time, almost all of the onlookers in the audience had mocking looks on their faces, and they were all thinking in their hearts that they suffered a loss in eating meat at the hands of the monks who transformed themselves into gods yesterday, yet they still didn't know how to advance or retreat.

Lu Chen sighed deeply. The person in front of him was ungrateful, and he was not too lazy. A green light flashed in his hand, and the ancient lotus sword appeared in his hand.

The look on Liao Yang's face also turned cold in an instant, and an aura that only belonged to the God Transformation stage suddenly broke out at this moment.

"I can beat you with just one move!" Liao Yang made a secret in his hand, and an invisible force burst out in the air. Silver threads loomed in the air around him.

"Hiss... That's a silver-threaded needle. It's extremely poisonous and rumored to be able to absorb mana. If you touch it while you're in the form of a god, you'll die if you touch it!"

The moment the silver needle appeared in the air, a half-step spiritualization student in the audience immediately exclaimed, secretly glad that he had also placed a bet on Liao Yangying yesterday.

The silver needle is also quite famous among the students of the Academy, but it is extremely difficult to refine. If you want to control this needle, you must have extremely high requirements on your own magic power.

"Ignorant child, you are useless!" A trace of murderous intent flashed in Liao Yang's eyes, and he shot several talismans in succession, and his whole body was filled with aura.

In the mid-air, as bursts of spiritual light flashed, several cold rays of light rushed towards Lu Chen's figure with a chilling meaning.

"If you have murderous intentions, don't blame Lu for being ruthless." Lu Chen looked indifferent. When he noticed the murderous intent in Liao Yang's eyes, he had already made up his mind and there was no need to hold back in this battle.

"A toast!" The green lotus sword in Lu Chen's hand glowed brightly, and the ancient lotus sword in his hand turned into mist. A fierce sword intent instantly filled the entire arena.

The mist turned into rain and fell suddenly. The sword energy was so powerful that it was unstoppable. For a moment, auras of light arose in the arena, and bursts of piercing sounds filled the ears.

"Choke...choke!" A series of harsh collision sounds resounded in mid-air. The violent collision of sword intent and silver needles caused waves of power ripples.

At this time, everyone in the audience also recognized Lu Chen's moves. The last time he fought Zhuiyue, Lu Chen used this sword move, which instantly changed the situation in the ring.

"Liao Yang, as a monk in the transformation stage, won't be able to stop this method of turning sword energy into mist, right?" Everyone in the audience couldn't help but feel a trace of worry.

After all, most of the people here had seen the last battle between Lu Chen and Zhui Yue with their own eyes. They had all made bets and had to worry about it.

On the ring, Liao Yang had a look of disdain on his face. As a monk in the transformation stage, how could he be compared to Chaiyue? Then his eyes turned cold and a silver sword appeared in his hand.

"sword

I know the art of turning gas into mist, how can you block it? "Liao Yang laughed loudly and took out the silver sword in his hand. An invisible sword intention immediately surrounded him.

Jiutian Xuanjian Canon, as the famous sword art of the academy, any monk who knows the way of swordsmanship in the transformation stage will naturally understand this sword art.

Although Liao Yang was not proficient in swordsmanship, he had read the Nine Heavens Mysterious Sword Canon. With his cultivation in the God Transformation stage, it was not difficult to use the sword energy to transform into mist.

Lu Chen's eyes flashed. Sure enough, students from the academy who could cultivate to the stage of becoming gods should not be underestimated.

Lu Chen's raindrop sword intent in mid-air also hit the silver needle. The two of them made a tentative move. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but in fact Lu Chen was at the disadvantage.

The sword intention in Liao Yang's hand formed. After the force of the collision dissipated, he did not stop at all, and rushed towards Lu Chen in front of him with overwhelming momentum.

And above his head, an invisible sword mist, following the rotation of the silver sword in Liao Yang's hand, suddenly rose into the sky, as if reaching towards the nine heavens.

"Lu Chen, with your cultivation, you can't take my sword that contains the magic power of the God Transformation Stage, go to hell!" Liao Yang had a gloomy smile on his face, and his figure was as fast as the wind.