The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 116 Fighting Tongxuan Alone
The little old man didn't know where it came from, he didn't even look at the two people at the side, but he seemed dismissive, it was hard to catch his eyes, it was Chen Zhuo who opened his mouth to greet the other party's indifferent glance.

"Hehe, little doll, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

The old man's voice was low and hoarse, his throat seemed to be covered with gravel, which sounded harsh to his ears, and he followed suit with a pair of bulging moves like goldfish's eyes. Can be blown away by high winds.

This man was not young, with gray and sparse hair on the top of his head, which had been slumped by the rain, his skin was shriveled and old, with little blood, and there were eye-catching black spots on his cheeks, without any vitality.

Hao En has a look of worry on his face, and it's more than just a look of worry.

Chen Zhuo's strength already runs through his whole body at such a young age, this kind of talent is really amazing and extremely rare, but no matter how clever his tactics are, no matter how skillful his tactics are, there is no chance of winning against such a prescient old monster. .

This trip, if there is no help, nine out of ten I am afraid that I will never return.

But I had to go again.

Right now it is at the critical moment of life and death, victory or defeat is tied to the front line, and death has to go.

Counting it down, if the rest of the seniors can also achieve something, there is probably not much left of the Tongxuan old monster, and now that the culprit is punished, it will be considered a great success.

Never give up all previous efforts, let alone fail.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were calm, but he was quite calm. At first, he might have been afraid and frightened of these immortal Tongxuan old monsters; but now, he is used to the scenes where the seniors are willing to die for the sake of the younger generations. There was no fear or fear in his heart.

It's just that my mind moved slightly, and I thought of myself who had just arrived here in a trance.

Once upon a time, he had the idea of ​​not empathizing with this feudal era, and he just wanted to stand on the sidelines and see how those heroes interpreted their magnificent life in this world of Shenzhou Luchen.

The one who thinks the most, at best, just wants to live a more comfortable life.

But now, he has already been in it, and it is difficult to get rid of it, and it is also difficult to let go.

The word "jianghu" probably jumped into it from the time he met Wang Wu.

Now, how can I cherish myself.

Hao Enguang's white lips moved three times, as if he wanted to call out the words Chen Zhuo, he moved his feet lightly, and was about to walk out, but the next second he stopped because of Chen Zhuo's words.

"It seems that the time has come, and it's time for me to testify!"

A few words whispered like a whisper, but like a strike of gold and iron, clearly audible in the torrential rain, like the arrow piercing the heart, accompanied by the sound of thunder, spreading across the vast wilderness.

The little old man's dead gray eyes trembled slightly. He looked at the four people in the stalemate in the arena, and then listened to the words of the testimony. His cheeks fluttered, his eyelids lifted, and his arms fluttered. Like turning up Zhang Xu, he plundered towards Chen Zhuo,
This kid actually wants to use him to testify?
"act recklessly!"

"Come to fight!"

Chen Zhuo let out a long howl, and was startled by an overwhelming murderous intent coming from behind him. He lowered his upper body, and he was already rushing to the other side like a cheetah. He was going like an arrow, piercing through the rain curtain, trying to split the battlefield.

Now his internal strength runs through his whole body, and when he steps down, his muscles and muscles can't help coordinating and exerting strength, squirming to borrow strength, the speed is astonishingly fast, and there is no unnecessary movement.

The little old man was behind him, laughing, "How can you be as virtuous as that Laoshizi swallow, Li San, and run away before fighting?"

Hearing these words, Chen Zhuo already understood that this old monster was one of the two Tongxuan who fought against Mr. Li.

"I'll pick a place with good Feng Shui for you!"

He ran for a few miles in one breath, his feet stopped abruptly, but his body was still slid on the grass along with the forward momentum, his eyes were turning rapidly in the eye sockets, looking back.

The little old man's movement is extraordinary, he chased the cicada with eight steps, arched his insteps, pointed his toes, swayed and flashed in the heavy rain, changing from side to side, so he was able to catch up, and walked around, jumping and jumping The flip has already reached the edge of Chen Zhuo's field of vision, turning into a shadow, pushing his palm to fight.

What a great speed.

Chen Zhuo only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the man reached the position he could only see from the corner of his eyes, and then disappeared in a flash.

Murderous intent flew in, and his hair stood on end.

Not seeing the slightest hesitation, Chen Zhuo shrank his body, his gaze under his face was cold and condensed, he took a long breath in his mouth, and pushed his right elbow back.

"Snapped!"

A muffled thunder-like sound burst out in the rain.

Chen Zhuo's black hair seemed to be lifted up by two violent forces colliding with each other, and it flew up, and in the bursting water droplets, the old man was already close at hand, with his elbows pressed against each other, grinning so strangely that anyone who was close could smell it The rotten damp smell on him.

"Hehehe, not bad."

The rain was torrential, heavy rain poured into the sky, Chen Zhuo puffed his cheeks and opened his mouth to spit out, a throwing knife shot out from between his teeth.

The little old man kept laughing, he flinched before he felt it, and retreated instantly, but his movements were strange and erratic, and when the rain fell, he disappeared under Chen Zhuo's nose again.

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed sharply, the light in his eyes flickered, and his cold eyes looked through the rain curtain like a water curtain in front of him.

He could already see that this person's style of play was weird, relying on his lightness and extraordinary agility, he only entered the blind spot of his vision, reckoning that he was taking the way of assassination, and he only picked people's backs to strike.

It's a pity, but Chen Zhuo turned his head and twisted his neck, his eyes turned around, which was different from ordinary people.

found it.

He turned his neck to be sure, and finally found a black shadow walking fast in the lower right corner of his field of vision. He stared at it, crossed his feet and took a big step, and took the initiative to attack and stick to it. , with a big hand grabbing and shaking, and a hook of the ape arm, he has been captured alive by buckling his neck.

The old man's feet were hanging in the air, instead of panic in his eyes, there was some surprise in his eyes, he tilted his head, his left hand was on Chen Zhuo's right elbow at some point, and with a flick of his fingers, a penetrating force immediately pierced into the flesh.

It turned out to be a tendon in the flesh. Chen Zhuo immediately felt numbness in the tendons of his right arm, and he trembled uncontrollably twice. Most of the tension had dissipated, but his breath sank, and his fingers clenched tightly. Again, but the hands are empty.

The little old man flew back, but Chen Zhuo was chasing after him with big strides, his fists were powerful and fierce, but he still couldn't touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

"I just heard you say that you killed Lafayette?"

This person not only hides erratically, but also speaks leisurely.

"Time, fate, we have to make a decision after all. Whether it's that surnamed Gan or you thieves who want to mess up the Qing Dynasty, they can't escape death today."

The old man murmured to himself, his gray eyes dimly lit up, but there was an undisguised strong murderous intent.

Listening to his words, he is not in the same group as Gan Fengchi.

Chen Zhuo suddenly asked: "How to call it?"

The little old man casually replied softly: "My surname is Cao, the Han army has a white flag, and he was the number one scholar in the martial arts examination during the Yongzheng period."

Good guy, Baqi Xun is old, and he is still a champion in martial arts.

While talking, he suddenly started his killing move, shrank his body, and changed four or five positions in a row, so fast that his eyes were dazzled.

Chen Zhuo's scalp exploded, the hairs all over his body stood up, his feet stabilized, his breath breathed into his throat, he fisted and turned his elbows with both hands, parrying again and again, protecting the vital parts of his body.

The old man used the boxing technique, the shadows of the fists were scattered, and the strength of the punches had already fallen like thunder. As soon as he touched it, he heard a popping sound at the collision point. When he hit it, he immediately changed his position and surrounded Chen Zhuo like a spinning top. With a move and raising his hand, the offensive is like a violent storm.

Chen Zhuo felt that there seemed to be murderous intentions rushing towards him from all directions, penetrating through every hole, his heart and lungs trembled, and he let out a tiger's roar, his whole body stretched out, like a dragon and snake swimming away, causing layers of ripples under the green robe.

The raindrops that fell on his body no longer scattered and splashed, but shattered into misty mist.

Chen Zhuo bent his legs, exerted force on the soles of his feet, and the force rose from the ground, his blood sank as if passing through the Yongquan acupoint, the man shrank like a mandrill, turned around and rushed towards the figure behind him, with a sharp ear-piercing sound from his mouth Xiao, the movement is so fast, the body is gone, and there is still a silhouette of a person in the rain that disappears in a flash.

The big dragon behind him twitched, his arms shook and shook, the rain burst and his fists collapsed.

The old man's face was expressionless, and he stepped back.

The man is retreating, but the murderous intent has already arisen suddenly, the sleeves bulge and shake suddenly, and they shake out two or three meters long, like the water sleeves of an actor, stretched tightly, they have turned into two long whips, and they are like water and fire meteor hammers , stretched and retracted, turned and twisted, and twisted into two cloth sticks, combining hardness and softness, with endless changes in moves, as if they could be transformed into eighteen kinds of weapons in his hands.

This method was used suddenly, Chen Zhuo's cheeks trembled, his attack slowed down, and he fell back up, only to see that the two sleeves twisted into sticks had swept down in the air, and followed closely.

Just as Chen Zhuo turned over and took a step back, the whip turned into a soft whip again and swept across his shoulder.

"Snapped!"

Hearing the shock, Chen Huo knelt down on one knee, and there was a streak of black blood dripping from under his face, half of his clothes were missing, and a shocking black and purple welt appeared on his exposed left shoulder in the blink of an eye. A layer of blood quickly oozes out.

The old man didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue him, his sleeves were twisted together like vines and trees, the thorns were cut off from the cuffs, he grabbed the tiger's mouth and exerted his strength again, the originally soft cloth has become a two meter long cloth stick. Standing upright against the sky, there is a sound on the ground.

With the long stick in hand, the old man's momentum changed drastically, he ran like a monkey, and laughed while carrying the stick.

"Enter!"

rumbling...

The sound of rolling thunder was approaching, and the sky was thundering and lightning flashed. Hearing the words, Chen Zhuo slowly raised his eyes, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Without flinching, Beng Fist kills!
"kill!"

　Solicit the opinions of book friends again, I want to write a longer chapter of the Republic of China, is it possible?
　　
　
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