The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 100
At the moment when the opponent's two fingers clamped the sword, Chen Zhuo shook the handle, and made a three-foot twist around the fingers softly, and the edge of the blade twisted downwards, curling straight towards the two fingers.

The teacher who claimed to be "Gan Renlong" chuckled and played his fingers again.

"boom!"

Chen Zhuo immediately felt a blast like thunder coming from the blade, his muscles went numb, and he almost dropped the knife from his hand.

He tightened his five fingers and shook the long knife, the blade trembled like a whip and lashed on the ground.

Steeply heard the sound of "pa", the earth and rocks burst, splashing frost and snow all over the sky.

Gan Renlong praised: "Not bad!"

Chen Zhuo secretly took a deep breath, his heart was already extremely dignified.

This battle may be even more difficult than the one in Hong Kong.

Maybe tonight is the day of his death.

The opponent's flick just now was using his fingers to send strength, and what he sent was fist strength. This is the ability of strength to penetrate the whole body. He can gather strength from all parts of the body with his hands and feet, and use the movement of muscles to instantly transfer and concentrate to one place to explode. Come.

"Gan Renlong?"

Chen Zhuo was not in a hurry to make a move, but repeated the name again, his eyebrows furrowed, he paced around, and said in a deep voice, "You were the one who stepped forward to force Mr. Guo back then?"

Gan Renlong stood where he was, and said softly: "It's not me, but my father. Guo Yunshen is a late bloomer. Although he is old, if I came forward, he might not be so happy to retreat."

He has a calm demeanor and looks like an ordinary person, an ordinary teacher.

The snow fluctuates from time to time, and the wind gradually dies down.

Before Chen Zhuo could open his mouth, Gan Renlong suddenly said something that shocked him, "However, your master and uncle will probably meet my father...he will die."

Chen Zhuo's expression remained unchanged, he stopped but didn't speak, but there was a ferocious killing intent in his eyes.

Gan Renlong's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "Looking at the world for 200 years, there are only 37 people in the world who have reached the level of mysteries, and now most of them are dead. , and others were guided by the predecessors; among these 37 people, my father is the closest to the true immortal of the land."

"The road to the mysterious is like going to the other side. If that road has a hundred steps, then my father has already walked 99 steps. Unless there is a real immortal from the land, otherwise, his old man is an invincible existence in the world." .”

Chen Zhuo was unmoved, and said calmly: "Life is like a game of chess, you have no regrets when you make a move; if my master and uncle really lose, I will avenge them; if I lose, one day, someone will come to avenge us , settle this account with you.”

Seeing that he had finished speaking, Gan Renlong sighed quietly, his gown bulged, and a sword slipped out of his sleeve.

"Since you are famous in the north for your weapons, we will use your weapons to kill you... to die!"

With the sword in his hand, the man smiled ferociously, stepped forward suddenly, and made a move in the air. The long sword pierced obliquely from top to bottom. The curtain was torn apart, it was amazingly fast.

This is Dharma swordsmanship.

Chen Zhuo's eyes changed, and suddenly he felt a chill on his forehead, and a strand of broken hair had fallen into the wind.

Back then in Foshan, Guangdong, among the dozens of masters of the older generation, there was a Wudang swordsman, Song Weiwei, who saw the number of swordsmanship Lin Heier and Gu Yunai walked, and taught them a few moves, even he benefited a lot.

Seeing the sword light attacking, Chen Zhuo pointed his toes and slid backwards. The three-foot-wrapped fingers in his hands had turned into hundred-steel steel. He straightened up for a moment, and he had avoided the sword. , the blade swung horizontally, and the cold light flew across the sky, cutting towards the opponent's neck.

Gan Renlong knew that the hardness and softness of the Burmese knife changed according to the force, and with a lunge turn, the long sword in his hand changed into a cutting sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly turned up, pointing at the lifeblood of Chen Zhuo's right wrist.

It's Wudang swordsmanship again, chasing shape and cutting pulse.

Chen Zhuo lifted his wrist up, the blade shook, and immediately bent into an arc, the tip of the blade was pointed towards Gan Renlong's sword-holding wrist.

Gan Renlong blocked the sword, but saw that the moment the swords intersected, the Burmese sword suddenly rolled around the body of the sword, and the two stood entangled together like a dragon and a snake.

Gan Renlong sword's fierce attack suddenly slowed down, and changed to Tai Chi sword again.

The strength was like entwining silk, entangled repeatedly, and Chen Zhuo felt the blade sink and become sluggish in an instant, as if being sucked into a quagmire and sinking in.

Gan Renlong's left hand moving the sword is no longer an ordinary sword move, but drawing a circle in the air, turning and turning, as if closed and closed.

"Fighting?"

Feeling the continuous strength coming from the sword, Chen Zhuo's eyes were fixed, but he was unwilling to let go. In an instant, the muscles under the skin and muscles were twisted around the upper arm like dragon snakes on his bare right arm. Twist out a circle.

The trend is from top to bottom, and the palm comes out in the blink of an eye, and the inner strength is transmitted to the blade.

In an instant, the sword and sword became more entangled, like a hemp rope in the hands of the two, each holding one end, unable to stand deadlocked.

Seeing this situation, Chen Zhuo's eyes were ruthless, and he suddenly swallowed a deep breath. There seemed to be a thunder in his throat, and it fell into his abdomen. Visible to the naked eye rose sharply, and then erupted like a flood.

Na Gan Renlong's eyes widened, his whole body surged with energy, his gown was suddenly tightened, and his muscles trembled crazily.

The sword and sword were in a stalemate for only a few seconds, and the sound of being overwhelmed was heard.

Ga... bang!

Gan Renlong's eyes widened, and he was startled to see that the sword in his hand had been cut off inch by inch, leaving only a piece of the hilt.

"What a three-foot wrap around your fingers!"

And Chen Zhuo was even worse, the Burmese knife in his hand was thrown away, and he staggered back, a streak of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper.

He was already worn out in the previous battle in the Summer Palace, but now he has suffered a lot from fighting such old monsters.

Seeing that he was at the end of his strength, Gan Renlong sneered and discarded the hilt of his sword, pushed with both palms, and patted him.

Chen Zhuo's throat twitched, his breath sank, his feet stabilized, and he raised his hands to parry.

Gan Renlong pushed hard, his arms and sleeves seemed to ripple layer by layer, the clothes behind his back sometimes collapsed and sometimes bulged, unexpectedly it was still the Tai Chi coiling silk strength.His hands were closed, turned into soft palms, he grabbed the crane's tail and flicked and hooked it, the cloud hands were wrapped up, and in the blink of an eye, he brought Chen Zhuo's fists into the circle drawn by his hands.

During the fight, Chen Zhuo felt that no matter how strong and domineering his arms and fists were, he fell into this circle, was entangled three times and twice twice, like a bull in mud, and was dragged on the snow like a marionette Generally out of a section.

Got it!

Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled, and he forced himself to hold his breath. He used the Cow Tongue Rolling Strength, Spiral Strength, Tiangang Strength, and Hugging Tiger Strength, but every time he broke free, he was immediately drawn into the circle again, as if he was struggling in a quagmire. A fierce tiger cannot escape or get rid of it.

This is trying to consume him to death!
As the wind and snow hit their faces, the two of them aligned their palms. Chen Zhuo's face became paler and paler as he swiped and pushed. A layer of hot sweat began to flow from his forehead.

If there is no accident in this battle, it should end with his defeat.

But there was no fear in Chen Zhuo's eyes, only murderous intent.

Today's battle will be in front of the real immortal Lu, so why be afraid?

It's not a pity to die.

But at this time, a sudden change happened.

Gan Renlong was startled to see a swift black shadow behind him, his footsteps staggered extremely fast, but light and silent, he had already stepped behind him with two strides during the jump, and he slapped his back with a palm, his strength soared, and he rolled The wind and snow flowed backwards.

"boom!"

The muffled sound was like thunder, exploding in the ears of the three of them.

But he saw Gan Renlong spread his palms left and right, his feet were sunken, his left palm was in response to the approacher, and his right palm was facing Chen Zhuo.

"My dear, are you all right?"

A deep voice sounded, and it was Gong Baotian who came.

　There is one more chapter, wait for me
　　
　
(End of this chapter)