Sword Saints Should Go Tank

　　 Strong strength, strong physique, fighting with people, never winning by skill, but by reliance on physique.

　　 All of this made Lu Chen a little far away from the dashing swordsman who would kill one person in ten steps and never stay for a thousand miles.

　　 It’s just that this didn’t make Lu Chen frustrated. Being chic was not as important as being alive. Lu Chen was very satisfied with his tyrannical energy.

　　 "Juggernaut, it's time for meat costumes."

　　 With such thoughts, Lu Chen was fighting with the black umbrella.

And Lu Chen was happy, but the situation of the black umbrella was getting worse and worse. Lu Chen's blood had already infested almost all of the umbrella surface. At this time, the black umbrella had become crimson, and it was almost unable to hold on. .

　　 However, the general idea just now made Lu Chen's memory still fresh.

　　 Therefore, even though the black umbrella is about to die, as long as the system prompt does not sound, Lu Chen will never relax his vigilance.

　　 He condensed his consciousness and grasped the black umbrella tightly. At the same time, Lu Chen was also controlling his own blood to keep dripping towards the black umbrella.

　　 Because of his high physique, he lost a lot of blood, which did not make Lu Chen feel dizzy.

　　 So, I held on for another minute, but the black umbrella, more than 99%, was infested by Lu Chen's blood.

　　 It's just that, even so, Lu Chen still didn't dare to relax, and the facts proved that Lu Chen was correct in doing this. The black umbrella did have the last trick.

　　As the black umbrella was infested with blood, the soul it had previously controlled was also continuously melted by Lu Chen's blood.

　　The desperate black umbrella suddenly closed the umbrella surface, wrapping Lu Chen squatting on the ground.

　　 But this time, after wrapping Lu Chen, the black mist no longer appeared. It seemed to know that the black mist couldn't help Lu Chen who was full of blood.

　　 It was just that the black umbrella did not give up resistance. After wrapping Lu Chen, the black umbrella suddenly passed a picture to Lu Chen through the umbrella handle.

　　 This time it is not the remnant soul, the resentful soul or the like, it is indeed a picture, it looks very ordinary.

　　 It's just that this picture is the last struggle of the black umbrella, how could it be ordinary.

　　 And in fact, it is true.

　　Even through the blood of a rainbow, the last image of the black umbrella still clearly spread to Lu Chen's mind, so that Lu Chen could no longer pay attention to others for a while.

　　 The picture is a figure of a swordsman in white clothes walking in the dark night with an umbrella. The figure is facing Lu Chen, and it is night, covered by rain, and a little fuzzy.

　　 But even so, "seeing" that figure, Lu Chen's eyes suddenly burst into tears, and there was a feeling that his eyes would be pierced by a sharp sword.

　　 "That is not a puppet controlled by the black umbrella, but the previous owner of the black umbrella."

　　 That back figure inexplicably made Lu Chen think like this.

　　 But, soon, Lu Chen couldn't think of anything else.

　　 In that picture, the swordsman in white holding a black umbrella seemed to feel that someone was spying on him and was about to turn back.

　　 And following his movements, a trembling feeling appeared in Lu Chen's heart.

　　 "When he turns around and sees it, I will die!"

　　 Lu Chen, who had such a thought, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then, regardless of him, suddenly roared.

　　 In that roar, a mouthful of blood was suddenly sprayed on the black umbrella by Lu Chen, and there was a domineering wave that radiated from Lu Chen's mind and spread to the picture in the umbrella.

　　 To be honest, the overlord look is very domineering, but Lu Chen is too weak, even if the overlord look is aroused, Lu Chen is only relieved, but the feeling of death at any time still fills Lu Chen's heart.

　　 Fortunately, what Lu Chen dealt with was not the swordsman in white, but an umbrella in his hand that might have been picked up everywhere, or an umbrella that had been away from the original owner for a long time.

　　 In the roar, the blood sprayed by Lu Chen directly turned the black umbrella completely red, and the domineering look in his mind completely wiped out the consciousness of the black umbrella.

　　 [The system prompts that the host eliminated the black coffin-level ghast (suppressed by the totem) and gained 400 experience points]

　　Immortal remnant soul, white wandering soul, black coffin-level ghast, this is the level of the ghost that Lu Chen learned from the memory of the barbarian boy Chen.

　　 "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a black coffin-level ghast, but that's right, if it is not so powerful, it cannot be so powerful after entering the totem pole."

　　 Although he was surprised that a black coffin-level ghast appeared nearby, he was finally dead. He also gained a lot of experience, and Lu Chen was finally relieved.

　　 Just, before Lu Chen threw away the black umbrella in his hand, suddenly, a cold voice spread into Lu Chen's mind.

　　 "Interesting!"

　　 The sudden voice made Lu Chen startled.

　　 "How is it possible, the black umbrella is dead, why have you not disappeared yet."

　　 There was almost no guessing, and Lu Chen understood that it was the white swordsman with an umbrella in his mind that made the sound.

　　 What frightened Lu Chen was that after the death of the black umbrella, his influence in Lu Chen's mind was about to dissipate, but for some reason, he heard another voice at this time.

　　 And this also made Lu Chen's eyes cold.

　　 "Isn't the black umbrella dead yet?"

　　 As if detecting Lu Chen's mind, the swordsman in white snorted.

　　 "Don't compare me with that wicked animal, call my name, and I will naturally feel it."

　　 "Don't call my name, this is God!"

　　 Listening to the words of the swordsman in white, Lu Chen thought of a great existence inexplicably.

　　 But, before Lu Chen was frightened, the phantom in front of him was blurred again.

　　 "This time it was me... a mistake, but... I didn't expect that an umbrella would become evil because of..."

　　 "Forget it, since you are helping... the portal, I am not a person of..., give you some... rewards, can... comprehend, see you... yourself..."

　　 hasn't finished the words, the phantom disappeared like smoke, UU reading www. uukanshu. However, the scattered smoke did not dissipate, but slammed into Lu Chen's mind.

　　 With a "boom", Lu Chen felt that his mind was about to explode in an instant. There was a huge amount of information coming from the smoke and pouring into Lu Chen's mind.

　　 Under the impact of that huge amount of information, Lu Chen instantly bleeds from his seven orifices, and the person falls straight down.

　　 "Achen..."

　　 "It's okay, Achen..."

　　 "Quickly, find Lord Wu Zhu!"

　　……

　　 Swinging the sword, closing the sword, swinging the sword, closing the sword, a young man standing on the cliff, constantly practicing basic skills.

　　 Day, night, sunset, moonrise, no matter what time period, you can see young people practicing sword.

　　 Then, more trees sprout, luxuriant branches and leaves, then yellow, and finally there is a heavy snowfall, but in the changing world, the figure of the sword does not stop at all.

　　 With the passing of the years, the figure of sword practice has grown up a little bit, but the length of his sword practice has never been reduced.

　　 It’s just that the time has not changed, but the number of times of sword practice per day has been increasing.

　　 The initial three thousand, and then five thousand, when he was young, it has become ten thousand, and when he is about to reach adulthood, it has reached one hundred thousand.

　　 Swing the sword 100,000 times a day, the body of the sword can no longer be seen, only the continuous shadow of the sword can be seen.

　　 Suddenly, one day, the endless sword shadow suddenly became less, from one hundred thousand to ten thousand, five thousand, three thousand, and finally, gathered like one.

　　 So far, that figure stood on the edge of the cliff for one day, and one day, it only swung a sword.

　　 When he raised his hand and waved his sword, that sword...

"what……"

　　 In a painful cry, Lu Chen suddenly sat up, panting hard.