The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 121 The Ultimate Killing Intent

The longer the rain, the louder the wind.

Sometimes there are rocks rolling down, sometimes strong winds, and sometimes thunder and lightning.

The nameless short mountain is probably weathered by wind and rain all the year round, and there is still a mountain road to follow in the lower half, but the higher it goes, the mountain becomes steep and smooth, and there is no road.

"There is no way!"

The little old man suddenly jumped out of the rain, arched his instep, flew like a wild cat, bent his body and walked with his feet on his feet. With a touch of his toes, he darted out like a dragonfly on water, and walked side by side with Chen Zhuo.

Seeing the people beside him braving the wind and rain to catch the thunder, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he raised his hand and palmed, the wind of the palm brushed by, and the rain curtain seemed to collapse together.

Although there is no path on the mountain, a path can be found under Chen Zhuo's feet. He is in the shape of a monkey, jumping vertically and striding forward, light and heavy at the same time, changing rigidity and softness. Shengyin, an ape arm simultaneously tore through the wind and rain, punching to meet the palm strength.

As the wind blows, the wind and rain fluctuate, and the two are hunting in their robes.

Snapped!
When the fists and palms met, Chen Zhuo's thick right arm suddenly swelled, and the thunder-like explosive force passed through the arm and came from the right fist.

The two are instantly separated.

While retreating, the little old man flaunted his figure against the wind, and moved in the rain. In an instant, four or five figures seemed to appear out of nowhere around him, attacking with all their fists and palms.

For a time, all directions were filled with murderous intent.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were like cold lightning, this ultimate move that ordinary people see has no precedence, but in his eyes there is a precedence.

He stretched his arms to the fullest, his palms turned into knives, and the knives in his hands made several palm shadows, breaking through the surrounding fast attacks one by one.

And the shadow of the palm also undergoes many changes. The instant the power is exhausted, the Bengquan and Paoquan are hidden. Tighten and forcibly close the pores, twist the muscles into strength, and smash the rain curtain into fog and grind it into powder.

As the two walked around and changed their paces, all the rocks and cliffs along the way were affected, as if they were hit by iron whips and copper hammers, cracked and burst, leaving fist marks and whip marks.

But when this scene fell on the little old man's eyes, his pupils trembled. Isn't this the way he used his cloth stick?

Looking at Chen Zhuo's figure gradually returning from the monkey shape, his mind was even more frenzied.

It is only common to use strength and exhaustion, but it is profound to use all methods of play.

There are endless pictographic boxing in the world. The so-called pictograms and meanings are used to imitate the ingenuity of their energy and explore the key points. Therefore, it is necessary to pursue both form and spirit, and have already obtained its secret.

But there are people who have achieved great strength, but they can absorb the beauty of form and spirit into their bones, hide their spirit and hide their spirit, and return to their true nature. There is no need to stick to one move or one style, but the strength of fists and feet does not decrease at all.

This is the best way to play.

And the kid in front of him seemed to have an infinite world in his heart. It has only been so long since he has fought against him. Zhi Youzhuo, now has the power to fight back.

Just at this moment, bloody blood suddenly spread.

On Chen Zhuo's cold and pale face, he saw bleeding from his nostrils at first, and soon blood oozing from his eyes and ears.

"Hahaha, boy, the sky is going to kill you. Your method of catching thunder from the sky is indeed top-notch in the world, but now that there is a pond of thunder hanging on your head, how can you, a mortal womb, be able to bear thousands of thunderclaps? If you can lead and become strong, the more you go up now, you may be digging your own grave!"

The little old man let out a "huh" and was taken aback for a while, but then he laughed happily again, taking pleasure in other's misfortune.

As if he felt that the overall situation was settled, he slowed down his attack, and suddenly took out a small Ganoderma lucidum from his bosom, bit it lightly, and then carefully put it away.

Just waiting to dissipate the power of the medicine, and accumulate ultimate moves, to completely kill the evil in front of him, Chen Zhuo, who is facing him, also took out something from his bosom.

It was a bag of kits, when the mouth of the bag was opened, Chen Zhuo calmly bit into the mouth of several slender ginseng whiskers that had been prepared, and put them into his mouth.

"A thousand-year-old ginseng?"

The old man's smile froze on his face, the muscles on his forehead kept twitching, his put back hand paused in mid-air, and took out that Ganoderma lucidum, opened his mouth and wrapped his cheeks wriggling, staring at Chen Zhuo, between his teeth There was already the sound of creaking teeth chewing.

I thought it was a battle without any suspense, but until now, from being vulnerable at the beginning to barely parrying, and now to a stalemate with each other, the battle is hard to come by, the emotional changes in him are really... hard to describe.

Constantly growing up through fighting and understanding... This **** is a monster! ! !
Until he saw Chen Zhuo take out the ginseng whiskers of the thousand-year-old ginseng, he finally seemed to have made a decision, raised his head and opened his mouth, swallowing the wind and rain into his throat, washing away the smell of medicine in his mouth.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were locked on the opponent's body from the beginning to the end. Seeing his momentum soaring and devouring the world, he knew that he was going to make a desperate move.

as predicted,

"Boy, this is a killer move I thought up to deal with that surname Gan, and now you will try it for the first time!"

Plain words seem to hide stormy waves.

The little old man suddenly sank his buttocks like a squatting horse, sat in the air, clenched his fists, his chest and abdomen swelled and trembled, his lips and teeth were clearly closed, but his abdomen gradually became more and more active, first there was a grunt and then a loud noise, and he was in a hurry Jackie Chan, standing up like a crouching tiger, stinging a dragon and swimming.

The roar of the tiger and the chant of the dragon reverberated in his belly, came out through his body, and spread in the wind and rain.

The broken rocks on the mountain and the rainwater on the rocks are all under its force, and they are all trembling slightly.

Daoist Dragon and Tiger Strength! ! !
Presumably because of the potency of the medicine, the little old man's thin figure gradually became contoured, his wide robe was slowly lifted up, and his collapsed skin and flesh became plump, with the texture of muscles.

Looking closely, the old man was no longer seen in the rain, but a thin man with a dark face, long face, bald eyebrows, no hair on top, and a pair of drooping triangular eyes. hit.

Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled slightly, he looked back at the way he came, and suddenly looked up at the sky, looking at the sky hanging upside down like a black abyss, feeling the terrifying vastness of the sky, the ginseng whiskers in his mouth had already been chewed into his throat, Under the strange vibrations brought from the void again and again, the power of the medicine is also rapidly dissipating in the body.

With a thought in his mind, the Tian Gang Jin, which was originally moving at will, was completely released at this time, and the drumming energy generated by the thunder above his head was crazily inserted into his body.

With the continuous expansion and contraction of the heart and lungs, the blood in his body was mobilizing and swimming rapidly, rushing like waves, the pale flesh under the rain had already turned red visible to the naked eye, and gradually aroused wisps of white air.

Chen Zhuo's expression was unprecedentedly calm, facing life and death, there was only calmness.

Facing the wind and rain, he murmured softly, "I, Chen Zhuo, can be regarded as resonating with the heaven and the earth. If God has a feeling and understands my intention to change my way, help me kill the enemy in front of me today to prove my way!"

"If it feels it, there won't be so many famine disasters in this world."

The little old man's figure remained the same, his hoarse voice became clearer, indifferent and flat.

"Boy, this human battlefield is destined to have its own success or failure. Today, the old man deceives himself and fights with you!"

As soon as the words fell, he straightened his back suddenly, the big dragon bounced like a bow, and the person rushed like an arrow. It was Xingyiquan's "dragon-shaped search for bones", twisting his waist and hips, and his feet were like a tiger rushing , even the "tiger shape" style of play is also good; not only that, this person uses the Taoist "dragon and tiger two strengths" to control the two shapes of the dragon and the tiger.

Moreover, it seems to be a joint attack.

"Come and try my trick 'Enter the Dragon and the Tiger Dominate the World', kill!"

Murderous aura hit his face, Chen Zhuo didn't have many complicated tricks, stomped his feet, and the man was already striding out.

On the bare mountain path, two silhouettes are like arrows flying from the string, piercing the wind and rain, shooting straight to the top of the mountain, and then flying away from each other. You come and go, like two monster dragons making waves, colliding and fighting fiercely.

The blood and water scattered, and the temporarily closed wounds on Chen Zhuo's body were now open again under the non-stop frenzied collision. His whole body was stained with blood, but was washed away by the rain in an instant.

What he uses is the Xingyi Five Elements Boxing. Although there are not many changes, it is the root of the Xingyi Twelve Forms, and all changes come from it.

His hands are as poisonous as those who rush at sheep and hungry tigers, but he uses Bengquan again, vowing to condense the supreme killing intent with his fists of flesh and blood, and smash the boulder blocking the way in front of him, and those who block the way.

In the next second, flesh and blood flew from the punches, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

The little old man who repeated his youthful appearance also fired a real fire at this time, his eyes were wide open, his canthus were cracked, blood spots splattered on his cheeks, the dragon heaved and fell as if it was about to fly into the sky to show its speed, and his hands were clawing and turning Take, the ten fingers are as thick as a pestle, like a tiger with wings, its speed is amazing.

Pushing their fists and raising their elbows, turning their claws and shaking their arms, the two of them fought all the way up, leaving a trail of blood, and there were many fist and claw marks on the rocks along the way, all stained with blood.

The thunder and thunder were in harmony, and one after another thunder fell from the sky and the earth like a whip.

The two sides fought with each other for more than [-] moves, their offensive and defensive back and forth tactics were flawless, and they had already reached the top of the mountain.

The ink clouds hung high in the sky, as if they were within reach, but there was an indescribable oppressive feeling in the hearts of the two of them.

Tianwei is vast!
However, the fighting between the two of them did not stop. When they climbed to the top of the mountain, Chen Zhuo's aura and murderous intent had climbed to the extreme, and the way of human hair murderous intent seemed to be connected to the murderous intent of the day. Blood dripped from the waist, blood flowed from the ears and nose, and the fists were bloody. It was extremely tragic.

The little old man saw blood all over his body, but he was not injured.

But as soon as he climbed to the top of the mountain, his complexion changed, the sky above his head was full of murderous intent, and there was even a killing intent in front of him that wanted to reach the sky.

The top of the mountain is bare, not a single blade of grass grows, and there is a stubborn stone several meters high, half embedded in it.The exposed stone surface has long been scorched black by thunder, fire and lightning, and the peak is washed by the rain, revealing a mottled metallic brilliance. It turned out to be a huge piece of iron essence.

Hearing the rumbling thunder above his head and feeling the terrifying sense of oppression, the little old man's brows suddenly trembled slightly, and his advance slowed down inexplicably, as if he wanted to retreat, but his parry was unexpectedly strange slow down.

But in the next second, a fist came with a terrifying murderous intent and squeezed into the empty door between his hands.

not good! ! ! !
In a few moments, the little old man woke up suddenly, his face changed wildly, and then turned into hysteria, and he retracted his claws with both hands, trying to stop the advance with a punch like a cannonball.

That's too late! ! !

Then don't keep it.

The little old man retracted his ribs, his chest collapsed, and he shook his elbows like a roc spreading its wings. At the same time, he clasped his fists and beat Chen Zhuo's chest like a hammer.

Master three hand in hand!
In the blink of an eye, the two figures who had been fighting fiercely for a long time finally stopped together.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two different noises came together as one.

Chen Zhuo thumped his chest and choked blood from the arrow.

But on the opposite side of him, the black-faced thin man was the sound of cloth breaking.

A hand knife pierced through the clothes, not reaching the wrist, and piercing the chest.

The thin man seemed to be in a daze, his hands sank, and he wanted to hold Chen Zhuo's wrist, but as the sharp pain in his chest came, he looked at the person in front of him with red eyes, and mumbled a sound with his open mouth , but there was no word, and blood gushed wildly.

Chen Zhuo had no expression on his face, he shook his arm and pulled out a heart that was still twitching. At the same time, his other hand reached out like lightning, clasped his neck, and threw his arm back.

The thin body dragged a cloud of blood rain and flew up...

next moment.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap, and a cloud of blood rained down in the sky.

"what!"

The long roar pierced the air, and the killing intent faded away.

Looking at it again, there is only blood left on the nameless low hill, and in the rain, a person flies away like an arrow.

　This is a supplement to yesterday's chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)