The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 117 Murderous Plan From Heaven

The fist is afraid of the young, and the stick is afraid of the old man.

This person started with a stick, and when he saw Chen Zhuo punching him, he sneered, held the end of the stick with one hand, jumped up like a monkey, touched the tip of the stick, looked down at the other end, scratched his ear and scratched his cheek, and laughed strangely, Like an ape swinging a branch and climbing high, then tossed and flashed down, the cloth stick in his hand was already falling from top to bottom in the rain, and swung towards Chen Zhuo in the air like an ax splitting a mountain.

What is used is a monkey stick.

Uh...

The shadow of the stick swept, and a huge gap was instantly blown out of the rain curtain.

Chen Zhuo did not retreat but advanced, uttering thunder sounds, with awe-inspiring killing intent, he swayed to avoid the shadow of the stick in his head, stretched his arms and shook, rubbed the "Beng Fist" with the "Shen Whip", twisted his arms like a whip, Go straight to the person holding the stick.

Just half a step in, the powerful and heavy stick suddenly stopped mid-air, the old man shook his arms and wrists, the originally upright stick was twisting like a dragon and snake, the force penetrated through, and with the twisting force, it was transmitted to the tip of the stick , A burst of thunder-like explosive energy has been pulled towards Chen Zhuo's face.

The wind and rain broke up, and the water droplets splashed like hard rocks, falling on Chen Zhuo's face, which hurt endlessly.

He squinted his eyes, stretched his right arm and sent his fist out with the sound of wind and thunder. He was extremely brave and met the tip of the stick in the air.

The powerful collision is like a firecracker.

A fierce and unshakable bursting force immediately passed through his fist, shaking Chen Zhuo's arms numb, blood fluttering, and he took half a step back.

Before he could react, he suddenly saw that the cloth stick squeezed out a waterfall of water under the twisting of the old man, the body of the stick suddenly tightened like iron, and he clicked over.

Ordinary people use both hands to practice the stick, in order to achieve various changes and flexibly exercise strength. However, this person only holds the stick with one hand but can control it freely between rigidity and softness. The dragon is making waves, turning the world upside down, so frightening.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of unconventional stick technique, and the ability to improve it for a century is really no small matter.

In the retreat room, the cloth stick was flicked vigorously, and layers of stick shadows rolled out, the wind and rain seemed to be wrapped in it, and the half-person-high boulder seemed to be as light as nothing, being picked up by the stick and rolled out.

The more Chen Zhuo watched, the more startled he became.

These old monsters really have their own unique skills, and there is no simple thing.

Although a weapon is an extension of the limbs, it is not as flexible as the hands and feet in the final analysis. Some people may not be able to achieve the ultimate in just fisting and kicking, let alone this weapon.

"Oh, this is the way you want to prove? The way to retreat and retreat?"

The laughter was ear-piercing, but Chen Zhuo was not distracted. He moved both fists together, with his body in the posture of opening a bow and setting an arrow, piercing through his hands and feet. In the interlacing, there were overwhelming shadows of fists that shook the sky and cracked silk. The raindrops exploded, and the wind of fists was sharp and piercing , colliding with that complex stick shadow in mid-air with a thunderous explosion.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was able to parry for a short time, the old man's eyes lit up, he retracted the tip of the stick, jumped and rushed forward, squeezed close for a moment, clasped the body of the stick with both hands, twisted his wrists, the cloth stick in his hand really seemed to be the Poseidon needle Usually, the strong wind blows in the volume, and the whining stick wind is like howling ghosts and wolves.

As soon as Chen Zhuo was caught by the force of the stick, he immediately felt that it was difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west. The wind and rain in front of him swept towards him layer by layer.

Such a crazy stick technique...

Chen Zhuo's muscles all over his body wriggled and tightened involuntarily, his pupils shrank and dilated, dilated and shrunk, and he couldn't stop flying back under his feet.

Such a terrifying power, who can resist it?
But he gritted his teeth suddenly, but he couldn't retreat anymore.

This person's cudgel technique has reached the point where strength and softness are intertwined, and when he stirs it, it is as if he is using strength to accumulate momentum. Every time he rolls a circle, the momentum rises, and the strength of the stick is also accumulated layer by layer. Maybe he can still parry it now, but the more he gets In the future, the stick technique may be earth-shattering, and it must be extremely powerful. If you hit it, you will die, and if you rub it, you will die.

At that time, there is no doubt that they will lose.

Chen Zhuo's mouth was full of thunder, he stopped, his arms sank, his muscles and bones squirmed, his blood surged, his arms swelled a circle, hard as an iron whip, black and red like pig iron and fine steel, his eyes showed cruelty, " beat!"

"Good come!"

The old man laughed maniacally, and the force of the stick became more and more terrifying, causing the wind and rain to become a swamp, and his strength seemed to be endless.

As soon as he broke into the earth-shattering stick force, Chen Zhuo's arms were drawn like steel whips against the shadow of the flying stick, and at the same time he wrapped the old man inside, his fingers clenched into fists, and he stretched out his waist. With a fierce cannon fist, he slammed down frantically at the stick shadow that couldn't get into the water.

boom boom boom...

In the torrential rain, there was a dull sound like a drum.

The sound lasted for four or five minutes. The two fought and walked. When they looked closely, blood was gushing under Chen Zhuo's face, and the clothes on both arms were ripped off. The flesh of the arms seemed intact, but the loose pores had There is blood and sweat constantly secreted.

"boom!"

Suddenly, he saw that the cloth stick must have been tapped on Chen Zhuo's folded arms.

The old man was still calm and calm, with no joy or anger, holding a stick in one hand, and the other hand was turned away from his back, and he didn't even take a breath.

Looking at Chen Zhuo again, his legs went limp, he staggered and almost fell to his knees, precarious, his bare arms were bright red.

"Hehehe, before the age of 30, the old man was able to fight Jiangbei with a stick, and he who can go through thirty strokes under me is already a master. Although you have not reached Tongxuan, you can fight me for hundreds of strokes only with the power of a master before you are defeated. Elephant, can be regarded as a rare master in the world."

He pressed the tip of his stick, and was about to take the life of the person in front of him.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhuo wanted to stand up and fight back at this moment, with his head drooping slightly, he stood up with his right hand pointing to the tip of the stick in front of him.

"sucker Punch!"

The old man's face showed neither pity nor pity, it was as plain as water, and he had no murderous intentions. He was about to exert his strength, but he heard the loud thunder above his head. Before the mound.

The ink clouds above the head were thicker than ever, as if the universe was hanging upside down, and the day and night were chaotic. The thunder in the clouds was brewing and thick, flickering, and rumbling across the earth, shaking people's eardrums.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt in the shape of a horned dragon struck down and landed on the low hill, crushing a big rock and exploding on the top of the hill.

Feeling the unpredictable power of heaven, the old man seemed to feel oppressed, frowned, looked back at Chen Zhuo who was struggling to support under the stick, and said softly: "It's getting late, I'll see you on your way."

But just as he was about to exert his energy, he heard the sound of thunder in the chest and abdomen of the person in front of him.

But the old man didn't delay any longer, he retracted the long stick a little, and pointed it towards Chen Zhuo's chest.

It's just that he never thought that a big hand would catch him with a cloth stick suddenly.

"what!"

The old man was startled and suspicious, but he heard the sound of thunder in Chen Zhuo's chest suddenly change. Listening carefully, it echoed with the huge thunder above his head, faintly resonating and trembling. Your way is insignificant, so die!"

But he poured all his energy into it with his stick, but it was difficult for him to achieve meritorious deeds.

"Hehehe!"

In response to him, there was a cold sneer.

"This is my way, kill!"

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