The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 118 A Different World

kill!

As soon as the cloth stick tightened, the killing sound fell, and a blood-stained fist struck again without fear or fear, forgetting life and death.

The old man didn't know why, he pulled his stick back suddenly, and stood still a few steps away, his dull expression finally changed.

Under the heavy rain, a drop of blood slipped from his old cheek full of wrinkles and gullies.

The old man didn't even look at it, his withered left hand spread out in front of his chest, and he had already pocketed the drop of blood into his rough and dark palm, then his eyelids trembled, his eyes dropped, and he glanced at it lightly, his lifeless eyes seemed to have some subtlety Variety.

It's not his blood.

Facing him, Chen Zhuo's right fist was still in the momentum of striking out, the skin on the eye of the fist was ripped apart, bloody and bloody, dripping blood was poured down by the rain, and fell into the soil.

hit.

The fist missed, but the blood on the fist followed the strength.

The little old man showed surprise, if he hadn't punched him in the air, he would have had the feeling that it would be difficult to avoid this move.

Coincidence or accident?

Chen Zhuo ignored the other party's reaction, stretched out his five fingers, and slowly opened his arms as if he wanted to embrace the world in his arms. The thunder in his chest was already throbbing, and his muscles began to squirm crazily. mobilize.

He opened his mouth up to the sky, but there was no sound in his mouth, but there were bursts of thunder from his chest and abdomen, squeezed out from the mouthpiece, and then through the half-broken facial mask, as the "Tian Gang Jin" oscillated and trembled in his body, all the exposed flesh It is the tendons that move up and down.

In today's battle, he must obey his will, raise his eyebrows and exhale, exhale the stagnation in his chest, in order to prove himself.

"kill!"

Clenching his fists suddenly, Chen Zhuo let out a howl like a wolf's shriek, following the sound of thunder, he went up to catch the thunder.

Immediately, there was an invisible pulsating energy in the void. The thunder sound originally formed by the collision of bones and muscles and the agitation of the breath resonated with the thunder above the head. Tighten it up, and feel the drumming force of the thunder again.

With the sound of thunder and thunder above his head, the old man's face finally became focused, as if he had seen something extremely unexpected.

But at the same time Chen Zhuo's muscles were trembling and swaying, his fists were covered with calluses, and the scars on his body were peeling off one by one, and the old skin faded away.

Ordinary people can't notice it, but the little old man half-closed his eyes, only feeling a wanton killing intent quietly rising in the body of the person in front of him, climbing higher and higher, like a ball of hot and scalding fire, without concealment, directly and simply , tragic and overbearing.

"Hey hey hey..."

The old man smiled coldly, he had the foresight to face him, but he dared to inflate his killing intent so unscrupulously, he was digging his own grave.

Without any explanation, he grabbed the stick with one hand and swung it, and the two-meter-long shadow of the stick turned around in an instant, turning into a python in the rain; As the howling and violent wind spread layer by layer, the tip of the stick swept towards Chen Zhuo's neck like a mountain smashing a mountain.

rumbling...

The sky was rumbling and thundering, Chen Zhuo slid backwards, and he couldn't help breathing in his mouth, as if he was absorbing the vast thunder energy between the heaven and the earth. , The heart and lungs are vigorous, as if they have been stimulated by some kind, and the five senses are clearer than ever before.

The originally misty rain curtain seemed to slow down in a trance, and it also became clear. The scattered and splashed raindrops were more distinct than ever before, instead of being kneaded and indistinguishable from each other.

Withdrew a few steps, the continuous shadow of the stick was chasing after him, Chen Zhuo's right leg was tensed and swept away suddenly, the toe of his toe drew a cloud of water in the air, and the whip leg had already swept over the stick.

The cloth stick, which was originally as tight as iron, changed from rigid to soft in an instant, half of it was twisted like iron, and half of it was like a soft whip, and continued to scrape towards Chen Huo's neck.

As if he had expected it, Chen Zhuo retracted his left hand, clasped his five fingers inward, and stopped the tip of the stick in the middle, grasped and twisted the tiger's mouth, and immediately turned the soft cloth stick between his wrists back and forth.

Just as he was about to exert his energy, he suddenly saw a figure whose feet did not touch the ground, with his sleeves bulging, the person came from the wind and rain like a spinning top, as fast as a ghost, raised his arm and raised his hand, and swept his sleeve towards Chen Zhuo's chest.

The wide sleeves are bulging like a gray python, and the strength poured into it is probably not less than that of the cloth stick.

Chen Zhuo grabbed the cloth stick with one hand, and fought back with the other.

However, when the two collided, the bulging sleeve was not strong and powerful, but soft like cotton. As soon as it touched it, a withered left hand spit out from the sleeve and fell to Chen Zhuo's chest. Stretched, qi and blood surging, as hard and black as iron.

hand in the sleeve.

Iron Sand Palm.

What a vicious play.

Chen Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, he pushed his right elbow and bumped into his palm, during the collision, taking advantage of the remaining force from the shock, he loosened the cloth stick and pulled it away.

It's just that the little old man seemed to have expected it long ago, using his waist as the axis, the cloth stick turned around and caught up with him.

"Snapped!"

But he was split open by Chen Zhuo's backhand knife.

The little old man showed surprise in his eyes, he carried the cloth stick on his shoulder, clasped his hands together, rolled his eyes, looked again, and said hoarsely with a playful voice: "Hey, it's actually a bit different from before... Unfortunately, it's still It's insignificant!"

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled, the drops of water on his eyebrows burst instantly, his eyes were cold and stern like two ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, and the thunder sound in his chest was constantly looking for the thunder in the sky and vibrating.

After saying a word, the little old man turned around, stepped on his toes, and moved around Chen Zhuo in a quick attack, his movement was even faster than before.

In a trance illusion, there seemed to be countless figures in the misty rain surrounding Chen Zhuo, fast attacking and jumping back and forth incessantly. For a while, the surroundings were full of shadows of sticks pointing, poking, chopping, and sweeping.

Surprisingly, Chen Zhuo actually kept up this time.

He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flew away, his legs sank, his center of gravity stabilized, and he punched the stick shadows attacking from all directions. Although he was still a little clumsy, his chances of winning were not as slim as before.

It was even more impossible for Chen Zhuo to be restrained, he turned from defense to offense, his feet walked around in an arc, his body and spine undulated like a dragon, he had slipped into the rain, he searched with his big hand, shook his hand and pushed his palm at the little old man, and punched quickly.

It's just that no matter how impenetrable his attack is, the thin and small opponent in front of him will always be able to see the first opportunity, find a gap between the fist shadow and palm wind, dodge coming and going, and wait for the opportunity to hand out the stick shadow.

During the repeated collisions, Chen Zhuo's Qi and blood floated, and the blood in his throat surged again.

Although the world in front of him is different, this is not a profound connection, but an unprecedented fit of the flesh and bones, tendons and bones, and the breath of the blood. All of them have been kneaded together under the hammer of thunder.

All the bones are connected, and the barriers are exhausted, so that his five senses have been improved at different levels.

The style of play is also a higher level.

But that's not enough.

No matter how strong the style of play is, it is difficult to beat Tongxuan.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, and the murderous intent in his eyes increased instead of diminishing. He is not Sun Lutang, let alone be like him, and that is not his way either.

To kill is to kill. In his eyes, killing intent should be straightforward, crisp and pure; just like that piece of silent yellow land, rough to the bone, simple and rough; If I want to kill you, I will kill you. I swear to kill you. I will never let you go in heaven and earth. If you have to kill it, you must kill it quickly, and kill it with ease.

In his heart, there is no way out.

To kill is to kill, there is no retreat, there is death.

Thinking about killing, Chen Zhuo suddenly thought of Liang Zizi's death, Yin Fu's death, Li Luoneng's death, Guo Yunshen's death, and foreigners entering Beijing to burn, kill, and loot, and the years of severe drought, Yizi's death Food, hunger everywhere, the desolate scene of the bone-covered plain, the cruel picture, and the rice meat and vegetable people on the table...

Chen Zhuo's facial makeup was half missing, showing the evil look of Rakshasa, his hair was still bloodstained, and his eyes were suddenly red.

This shitty world deserves to be killed!

rumbling...

Thunder and thunder.

Looking at the maniac and evil look of the person in front of him, the little old man who relied on his foresight to dodge repeatedly was inexplicably apprehensive, his whole body tensed up, and a chill came out of his heart.

During the attack and defense, his whole body was suddenly chilled, and a knife in his hand broke out from the wind and rain, cutting his throat and passing by.

The little old man turned over and fell back, stabilized his stick, his face became gloomy and ugly.

A string of blood droplets splashed and scattered in the rain, and there was a bloodstain on the old cheek.

Finally see red.

　People on May [-]st are outside, let's start with a chapter and make up for it tomorrow! !
　　
　
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