Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 120 Death Battle
"Father, why don't you let the child meet him?"

On a platform above the building of Liuyun Pavilion, the young man in orange clothes suddenly clasped his fists and bowed to the middle-aged man in purple robe, looking at him as if waiting for permission.

"This person doesn't have the same inborn spirit, but his physique is strong, and his martial skills are even more exquisite. This kind of person is rare in the world."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe did not agree, but locked his eyes on Yang Chu below, as if he felt strange, "I just attacked with a mind, but this person avoided it, this person is weird."

"That's why I want to meet this man for a while, strengthen my reputation as a warrior, and ask my father to help me."

The muscles on the face of the young man in the orange outfit twitched slightly, and he glanced at Yang Chu below, his resentful gaze was like a real sword.

In Nanhuan Town, and even in the entire Dongzhou, warriors are the sky.

Such low-level resistance is not unprecedented, but it is the first time that killing a martial artist like Yang Chu is like killing a chicken.

"I don't know where this person came from, but he doesn't look like those traitors, you..."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe frowned slightly, and suddenly seemed to have realized something, looked at the young man in orange and said, "You want to use this person to attack the gods?"

"Exactly."

The young man in the orange suit said solemnly, "It's a great opportunity to have my father standing in front of me. If I really face a martial artist of the same level, or someone as strong as my father who has stepped into the realm of cultivating gods, my son is really happy." I'm not sure. This person is just right, and my child will use him to train his mind and break through in one fell swoop."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe pondered for a while. It is not easy to break through to the level of spiritual training in martial arts training. What is needed is the stimulation between life and death. Only at such a critical moment can one completely let go of oneself and stimulate the power of the mind. was able to break through.

And this young man dressed in orange is his beloved son, under his wings all these years, although he has achieved great success in Qi training, and his innate Qi penetrates the whole body, but he has never really experienced life and death fights.

Those who are weak are not enough to make people break through to practice gods, and those who are strong may be in danger of life and death.

The stranger in front of him who doesn't understand the nature is really not weak.It's just that he has never cultivated the innate qi, let alone the power of the mind, and it is worth a try if he is in charge.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man in purple robe didn't say anything else, he waved his hand, "Yes!"

"Thank you father!"

The young man in the orange outfit showed joy, twisted his body, and jumped off the roof, landing at a height of eight or nine meters, almost without any buffer, and rushed towards Yang Chu with a swipe.

And this time-

Yang Chu just killed two more soap-clothed warriors with his backhand, and saw the young man in orange clothes jump down from the building above Liuyun Hall and come towards him.

"Is it finally here?"

Yang Chu saw the young man in orange clothes rushing towards him. Although he didn't know why the middle-aged man in purple clothes with spiritual power didn't make a move, his heart was full of fighting spirit, and he didn't have any fear.

He could feel that the shackles and shackles that had been blessed for a long time were broken by him layer by layer.

This kind of breakthrough not only comes from the awakening of his consciousness, emotions, and emotions, but also the joy of truly encountering him and being able to fight him physically, letting him let go with all his strength, without any scruples.

Since he has gradually controlled the operation of the major systems of the body and gained insight into the many mysteries of the human musculoskeletal movement system, his physique has continued to become stronger and stronger.

But in the face of hot weapons such as bullets, machine guns and missiles, the display of physical strength and speed has never been able to achieve that kind of incisive feeling.

But at this time, in this world, he can have a strong feeling of breaking free from the shackles and letting go of his full strength.

"From the point of view of clothing and landing movements, this young man in orange is better than others."

However, even though Yang Chu's fighting spirit was raging and he wished to kill these warriors from head to toe, his brain was almost instinctively running fast during the battle, and he instantly judged that the opponent's strength was stronger than those white-clothed warriors and Zao that he had killed before. Above the warriors in clothes.

He had guessed earlier that there must be existences in the Liuyun Hall with higher strength than those warriors and apprentices, but from that mental attack just now to the appearance of this orange-clad young man, he did not expect it to come so slowly. outside.

but--

After Yang Chu figured out the entire martial artist system, he didn't find it strange.

Martial artists are divided into different stages and levels according to their strengths, and their internal levels are stricter. The exploitation of the bottom layer is severe. For the same low-level martial artists, it may not be easy to get rid of them.

If the mighty force belongs to itself, then the levels will naturally be more distinct.

I am afraid that in the eyes of the upper echelons of the warriors, the warriors he killed are nothing more than cannon fodder numbers.

But no matter what, Yang Chu's unscrupulous killing in front of the Liuyun Pavilion still attracted a higher level of power to appear in the Liuyun Pavilion.

This is what Yang Chu has been waiting for for a long time.

Now that the orange-clad young man had arrived in front of him, Yang Chu did not choose to retreat.

Instead, Jian Guang turned around and immediately went up to meet him.

"court death!"

Seeing Yang Chu coming with his sword in hand, the young man in orange outfit had a smirk on his face, and punched Yang Chu straight with his air piercing his whole body.

Nothing fancy or tricky.

Only the purest power and speed.

Unrivaled fierceness, like a thunderbolt.

choke --

The sound like gold and iron rubbing against each other sounded again.

The long sword made of fine steel slashed across the young man's arms and chest, but this time it didn't cut through their flesh as it did when facing other warriors in white. Instead, it was like falling on real gold and iron. .

"The third level of qi training, the orange is innately united, martial artist!"

Yang Chu made a judgment in an instant, the long sword in his hand flashed past, and his left hand was folded in front of him to block the opponent's punch.

boom--

It sounded like the sound of a cannon being fired.

"The strength is twice as strong as that of the warrior in white, but what is truly terrifying is that the hardness of his body is really no different from that of steel."

Yang Chu flew upside down for a distance of more than ten meters, and just now he stabilized his figure, leaning on the ground with his long sword, looking at the young man in hard clothes, a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Just this time, Yang Chu was slightly injured.

With the same punch, the explosive power and speed of the young man in orange clothes, as well as the strength of his body, were not comparable to what he had been able to match with the Wen Qi who had died under his sword before.

But he completely controlled his body, this little injury did not cause any harm to him, the skeletal muscle damage on his left arm began to recover in a short time.

"very good!"

Yang Chu's body was full of energy and blood, his heart was beating wildly, and he stood up at once.

His eyes looked at the well-dressed young man who was attacking him again, and the long steel sword in his hand buzzed.

That was the sound produced by Yi Neijia's vibrating fine steel long sword.

"Hahaha... It's really good to be able to receive a punch from me with your physique alone. I only hope that you can be more resistant to punching."

The young man in orange clothes laughed wildly. He crossed more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, and came to Yang Chu again. Suddenly, he stopped punching and turned his fists into palms. His body turned into countless afterimages and moved towards Yang Chu. The head, face, and torso of the body were slapped.

"Blocking out the sun and destroying the god palm!"

The roar was like thunder, and the shadows of the palms were heavy, like dark clouds covering the sky, trapping Yang Chu in place at once.

"This martial art...is interesting."

Yang Chu's eyes flickered, the long sword in his hand mingled, and he swung towards those palms at once.

In the martial arts fighting system he knows, all the moves and skills are physical collisions, punches and kicks, grasping and beating.

And this world, obviously entering the third level of qi training, the congenital qi has changed from purple to orange, with incredible power.

Previously, Yang Chu saw that the martial arts skills of these warriors were crude, and it was almost impossible to talk about fine skills and ways of exerting force.

But at this moment, he can already see that different martial arts systems are different.

Those seemingly crude martial arts in this world, combined with innate strength, can burst out with a ferocious power.

These palms looked ordinary, but under the urging of the innate qi, there was a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.

"But for me... it's just to distinguish the front and back rhythms."

The fine steel long sword in Yang Chu's hand buzzed and trembled, and almost between the flashes and flints, he stabbed more than ten or twenty swords, and each sword had only two targets.

One is the eyes of this orange-clothed martial artist, and the other is the opponent's lower body, vicious and tricky.

This orange-clothed martial artist's "Blocking the Sun and Destroying the God Palm" sounded extremely arrogant, and looked as if it had closed the curtain and let the wind through, like clouds covering the sky, but in his eyes, it was just an afterimage formed by a faster speed .

With his calculation and analysis ability, he could see through the key points at a glance, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out one after another.

If this fine steel long sword is used by ordinary people, it would be unusable for a warrior who has penetrated the orange innate energy of the third level, or the purple innate energy of the second level.

But Yang Chu learned the essence of weapons from Xiahou Wuna, that is, "Weapons are the extension of hands and feet". Still intact.

On the contrary, the vibration and tricky stabs of the sword used by Yang Chu brought a lot of pressure to the martial artist in orange.

Congenital Qi runs through the whole body, and where the eyes, mouth, nose and seven orifices are located, no matter whether it is a warrior or a martial artist, they are stronger than ordinary people, and it will not hinder them from a few heavy blows, but a sword like Yang Chu still dare not be careless.

Shila-

There was another sound of rubbing like gold and iron.

This young martial artist in orange clothes suddenly turned his head sideways, and when he was about to slap Yang Chu, he suddenly felt the corners of his eyes twitch wildly.

The next moment, the tip of the sword pierced his temple, making a crisp sound.

"You bastard! I'm going to crush you to ashes!" The young man in the orange suit roared loudly with his eyes wide open and his face ferocious.

The roar was so loud that some ordinary people who had been escorted far away felt dizzy for a while.

Although Yang Chu's sword failed to pierce his eyes and did not cause substantial damage to him, it made him furious.

The pride and honor accumulated along the way from an ordinary person to a martial artist, who possessed the innate true seed, cultivated innate qi, made him angry at Yang Chu, a low-level slut, for a series of furious killings.

This time, he was stabbed by Yang Chu's sword. Although it was harmless, he felt that it was a big shame.

It was an emotion that no matter how many warriors and apprentices died, it would be incomparable.

No matter how the punching attack changed, it was almost completely hard hitting, relying on the steel and iron bones and invulnerability brought by his innate strength, as long as Yang Chu hit him twice, he could only determine the victory.

At the same time, the strong anger kept surging back and forth between his mind and mind, and in the process of attacking Yang Chu, his body seemed to swell up.

Yang Chu was not swayed by the opponent's anger at all, and the long sword in his hand still kept the most suitable time to strike.

Although he couldn't see the innate aura of the opponent, he could feel the aura of the opponent.

Stabbing was another sword strike, Yang Chu grasped the opening of the opponent's attack, avoided the fists and feet of the well-dressed young man who could crack stones, and stabbed the opponent's temple again.

"Ah-"

The young man in orange clothes became more and more furious, his fists and feet waved, and there were bursts of explosions in the air.The bluestone ground was crushed time and time again by his mighty feet, and large expanses of sand, dust and mud kept flying up.

In the eyes of others, although he was standing in front of Yang Chu at the moment, there was a strong sense of distortion in his body.

That is the congenital Qi runs through the whole body, reaches the critical point, and stimulates the mind.

The power of the mind is to use one's own strong emotions to motivate the innate oneness, and interfere with the emotions, emotions, and endocrine of all hostile creatures around.

This is Yang Chu, completely in control of the body, and it is almost impossible for the subconscious to be deceived and distorted.

If it were anyone else, almost at this moment when facing this well-dressed young man, there would be a huge panic and fear that was unstoppable like facing a demon.

But Yang Chu still held his breath. At this time, the shabby clothes that Fang Ah Shui gave him had been completely torn by the wind of fist and palm, revealing a body that looked like steel and iron.

Although he may not be tall and majestic, he is extremely lean and powerful, and every time he dodges and makes a move, he has achieved a perfect combination of strength and skill.

stab-

There was another sword cry, and Yang Chu looked at the young man in orange clothes who was furious again, and seemed to be caught in an opening, and stabbed out with his sword again.

The target still seemed to be the eyes of the young man in orange clothes.

The young man dressed in orange turned his head away again, and the point of the sword still pierced the opponent's temple.

It's just that the long sword is blocked by the innate energy covered in the opponent's body, making it difficult to penetrate.

But this time, when Yang Chu was about to draw his sword and return, suddenly——

sizzle.

"Sky Crane Claw!"

The youth in orange suddenly let out a roar, stretched out his hands, and grabbed Yang Chu's wrist and arm.

Facing the long sword that Yang Chu drew back, after a roar, his neck suddenly flicked forward, like a tiger turning its head back, biting the tip of the long sword.

Then his hands became claws, instead of grabbing Yang Chu's wrist and arm, he aimed at the long sword.

Ding ding ding several times.

The long sword in Yang Chu's hand was released, turned into several pieces in the air, and shot out in all directions.

puff--

"It's still close, if I kill you, I will be able to fully stimulate all the power of my mind."

The young man dressed in orange spit out the small half of the sword point in his mouth, and looked at Yang Chu with a ferocious smile of success
Obviously, after Yang Chu made two shots, he was expected by the opponent and deliberately sold a flaw to destroy Yang Chu's long sword.

With the long sword in hand, Yang Chu was extremely lethal. Even he was a little timid, worried that Yang Chu would follow the opening of his seven orifices and cause him harm.

Now that the long sword in Yang Chu's hand was destroyed, the aura of the young man in orange clothes became more and more swollen and agitated, which meant that the power of mind was further stimulated and gradually reached the critical point.

At this time, he seemed to have a monster inside his body, which seemed to break out of his body, howled wildly, and like a mad tiger, he pounced on Yang Chuhe again.

"Kill me to death, and completely stimulate the power of the mind?"

Facing the young man in orange clothes, Yang Chu rushed towards him again, but he still didn't back down, but the cold light in his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking quickly, "The martial arts in this world seem to be somewhat idealistic!"

Will and spirit, Yang Chu has understood such things before, but this is the first time he has encountered the real combat power today.

But just now he had even seen the mental phantom of the middle-aged man in purple robe, so he wasn't too surprised.

"go to hell!"

At the moment when Yang Chu's thoughts were spinning, the young man in orange clothes rushed towards Yang Chu like a demon.

The pair of fists were like two giant hammers, falling from the sky and smashing towards Yang Chu viciously.

This blow was so powerful that it carried the sound of wind and thunder in the air.

"Let's see who dies first!"

When the opponent's fists fell, Yang Chu suddenly raised his hands, his heart beat like a violent drum, and his body muscles suddenly swelled.

It looked like a lean body at first, but at almost this instant, its muscles bulged and knotted, its skin turned purple, and it suddenly became a little giant over two meters tall.

Not only did he catch the punches of the young man in orange clothes, but he also took advantage of the situation and used his wrestling skills to pull and pull the person to the ground.

"This is--"

The young man in orange clothes seemed completely unaware of such a change, and before he had time to react, he saw Yang Chu raise his black and purple fist and slam it down on him.

"Huh? Not good—"

The middle-aged man in purple clothes who was standing on the platform of the high building in Liuyun Hall watched the battle, just twitched his beard slightly and didn't express much else while watching the fight between the two.

But just when Yang Chu's body suddenly swelled and he pressed the orange-clothed youth under him, a look of panic appeared on his face.

"How dare you be a madman?!"

Almost instantly, the middle-aged man in purple jumped off the high platform and was about to pounce on Yang Chu.

But it was too late.

Yang Chu's huge fist has already smashed down hard.

boom--

There was a loud bang of the ground shaking.

The whole head of the young man dressed in orange was bombarded by Yang Chu's punch to the ground, the bluestone shattered, and the seven orifices suddenly shot out bright red blood.

Yang Chu didn't hesitate at all, followed by a second hard punch, hitting it down again.

boom--

Before the vibration in front had passed, there was another sound.

The head of the young man dressed in orange exploded and shattered like a watermelon.

In the third level of Qi training, the innate Qi runs through the whole body, and the physique is as strong as gold and iron. Except for the seven orifices, the defense of a few key points is slightly weaker. Facing non-warrior, it is difficult to hurt no matter the sharp weapon.

But Yang Chu's previous swords stabbed the young man in orange clothes. In fact, the target was never the opponent's eyes, but the opponent's temple.

In the second round, Zi Zi was born with a natural spirit, and Yang Chu hit him hard with his fists and feet, and was able to slap him apart after repeated repetitions.

But the orange in the third level is innate, so he can't do this.However, with the help of the long sword, he hit a target with three swords successively, breaking through a point of the opponent's innate qi.

At this time, he lifted the restrictions of the past all over his body, and erupted with the strongest force. He punched the young man's temple, and he was able to perform meritorious service immediately.

"Nie Zhan, how dare you kill my beloved son!!!"

The middle-aged man in purple clothes jumped down, seeing the death of his beloved son, he was instantly furious.

The power of mind burst out, and a huge phantom appeared in the void above his head, with angry eyes wide open, a right hand, a huge palm that seemed to be condensed into substance, and grabbed towards Yang Chu.

Yang Chu turned his head sideways, his body swelled like a little giant, but under the opponent's mind and method, he still looked extremely small.

But in the face of the angry blow of the middle-aged man in purple, he did not dodge at all. Instead, he fixed his eyes on the formed Dharma image, as if analyzing the reason.

puff--

at this time.

The middle-aged man in purple, who was already furious, suddenly flew upside down, with blood spurting from his mouth.

The phantom of the dharma form condensed with the power of the mind collapsed in an instant.

And where the middle-aged man in purple was standing, there was an old woman with a haggard face that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, her muddy eyes seemed to glow green, and her face like dead bark was full of ecstasy and excitement.

"Is it finally here?"

Yang Chu's swollen body gradually retracted, looking at the haggard old woman, as if he was not surprised by this person's appearance.

(End of this chapter)