Villain: In The Beginning, The Protagonist Is The Beautiful Senior Sister.

Chapter 1058 The Whole Body’S True Energy And The Power Of Blood

Long Batian held a long ruler in his hand, and terrifying strong winds blew continuously, making Lin Chuan's clothes squeak and bulge.

Lin Chuan's face also became a little more solemn, and he didn't dare to be careless at all.

"The dragon roars for nine days!"

"Roar......!"

A burst of dragon roar came, and a burst of blue light suddenly burst out from the long ruler in Long Batian's hand, and it instantly merged into the inside of the long ruler.

The next second, the green light flourished, and a ferocious black dragon appeared behind Long Batian, roaring to the sky, exuding a destructive aura.

The giant black dragon was a hundred feet long and exuded a monstrous aura, which was extremely terrifying.

"Die!" Long Batian shouted angrily in a low voice.

"Break it for me!"

I saw the giant black dragon rushing towards Lin Chuan, opening its fangs and mouth, and spitting out a thick black mist.

In the black mist, countless innocent souls let out pitiful roars, as if they were about to devour the world.

Facing Long Batian's attack, Lin Chuan did not dodge. He swayed and faced him directly.

"Go to hell!" Long Batian shouted coldly and threw the long ruler in his hand towards Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan stepped forward with a long sword in hand.

"clang!"

There was a crisp collision sound, and Lin Chuan was knocked back two steps, but Long Batian's body did not move at all.

"How is it possible? I clearly used all my strength, but you were unscathed!" Long Batian's face was filled with an expression of disbelief, and his eyes were wide open.

"You are indeed a martial arts prodigy, but unfortunately you are destined to be miserable when you meet me." Lin Chuan glanced at Long Batian indifferently, then waved and put away the long sword.

"Die to me"

Lin Chuan shouted coldly, and an ancient gourd appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards Long Batian.

"Not good." When Long Batian saw Lin Chuan take out the gourd, his expression suddenly changed wildly, and he hurriedly retreated towards the back, wanting to leave.

"It's late, you have to stay today." Lin Chuan snorted coldly, waved his hand, and threw the gourd in his hand into the sky.

The simple gourd turned into a big mountain, fell from the sky, and hit Long Batian hard.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Long Batian was hit by the huge pressure. He flew backwards and hit the ground hard, breaking through the hard stone slabs.

"Ah..." Long Batian screamed in pain.

"My body...my body..." Long Batian covered his chest and stood up with difficulty. His face was full of pain. He looked at Lin Chuan with a trace of fear in his eyes. color.

"Do you want to leave?" Lin Chuan asked calmly

Long Batian's face darkened: "What do you want?"

"You are a smart person, you should know how to choose, right?" Lin Chuan said lightly

"Lin Chuan, don't be too arrogant. Do you think you will win?" Long Batian gritted his teeth, looking like he wanted to tear Lin Chuan alive.

Lin Chuan shook his head and said calmly: "Do you think you will win?"

After saying that, Lin Chuan rushed out fiercely, the long sword in his hand erupted with bright sword light, and stabbed towards Long Batian.

This sword contained 50% of Lin Chuan's power. Wherever the sword light passed, the air was cut, making a sharp and piercing sound.

Seeing this scene, Long Batian's pupils shrank and his body jumped to avoid the sword.

The power of Lin Chuan's sword did not diminish and he continued to thrust out. This sword contained Lin Chuan's true energy and blood power, and its power was increased to a terrifying level.

"Pfft...!"

A slash of the sword caused a deep scar on Long Batian's shoulder.

A flash of pain flashed across Long Batian's face, and he looked at Lin Chuan in shock. His shoulder was cut off and blood spurted out. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

However, Lin Chuan was not relaxed at this time. Long Batian was a peak monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and his physical body was much stronger than that of ordinary peak monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even Lin Chuan was no match for Long Batian.

Long Batian's face was uncertain. He didn't expect that his strength was suppressed by two-thirds, and it was now less than one-third of the original.

Seeing the sword in Lin Chuan's hand, Long Batian's face flashed with surprise.

"As expected of the dragon clan's innate magical power, this sword is not simple. My physical body is actually suppressed by one-third. I can't fight head-on. I have to fight quickly." Long Batian secretly calculated in his heart.

Seeing Long Batian hesitate, Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cunning light, but he had already been calculating in his heart.

"I want to see how powerful your defense is. Why not use your body to fight against my defense?" Lin Chuan thought in his mind.

Immediately, a surging power burst out from Lin Chuan's body. He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the true energy in his body began to circulate crazily, and his body surface glowed with a faint golden light.

These golden lights flowed in the air, and runes wandered among them.

"What is this? Is it the inheritance of a certain fairyland boss?" Seeing these runes, Long Batian couldn't help but take a breath.

However, Long Batian had a very human mind and quickly calmed down. He glanced at Lin Chuan and snorted coldly: "Junior, don't talk nonsense. I, Long Batian, am a direct disciple of the leader of the Lingxiao Sect. How could I join the evil demon?" What about heretics?"

Lin Chuan frowned when he heard Long Batian reveal his identity.

Lingxiao Sect is a first-class sect in Nanzhou. It has no less than 100,000 disciples and a monthly income of more than 10 million. Moreover, the sect leader is still a foundation-building monk. Such a behemoth disciple is actually willing to join a sect. To cultivate power?

Isn't this too weird?

"What you said is a bit far-fetched. If you don't join the evil heretics, do you still want to be a messenger of justice?" Lin Chuan said sarcastically.

"I don't want to be a messenger of justice, but I, Long Batian, am a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect. This is an iron-clad fact. I cannot let my master fall outside!"

Hearing these words, Lin Chuan couldn't help laughing.

"Lingxiao Sect? Lingxiao Sect is shit. Even if you are a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, you can't disobey the master's orders. What's more, you are just a bunch of rabble, and you are not worthy of being called a decent sect at all."

Long Batian's face was ashen. He didn't expect Lin Chuan to speak so rudely. A ferocious look flashed in his eyes and he snorted: "I don't care who you are. Since you killed a disciple of my Lingxiao Sect, then... Don't blame me for being cruel!"

When Lin Chuan heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "You are cruel? I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chuan's figure moved and he rushed forward. The long sword transformed into a silvery white light in the air, and the sword light was like a silver snake, sweeping towards Long Batian.

"Huh!" Long Batian snorted coldly, waved his fists, and dragon claws emerged from his arms.