The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 212
Cai House.

"boom!"

There was a shocking explosion, and a large hole was knocked out of the shattered high wall by a shadow projected backwards. The dust was everywhere, and the bricks and stones collapsed and flew.

"Wow!"

Zhu Xiawu gushed out blood, opened his mouth to spit out, and had no time to catch his breath, he hurriedly fell to the ground and rolled over to the side, just a split second later, a long fine iron chain narrowly brushed against his cheek again, from his vision Across, piercing into the night like a gun or a knife.

The long chain was trembling, obviously not seeing the edge of the blade, but it was flickering, just like a sword emitting sword energy, and a knife emitting sword light, it is unimaginable.

"Zhu Yueming, you fucking..."

Zhu Xiawu's face was gloomy, his cheeks were bloody, and when he saw a round figure on the corner of the street about to run away, he finally couldn't help yelling.

Facing the enemy, he suddenly turned around like a kite, then raised his arms and flew into the sky like a falcon, and went straight to the sky. His agility is so high that he is not alone in martial arts, but there are few people who can match him.

Standing in mid-air, Zhu Xiawu's face became more and more ugly, and at last his eyes flashed with murderous intent. He made a palm with his left hand and a fist with his right. The school's unique learning is mixed in one body, reaching the state of combining hardness and softness.

Zhu Yueming looked back and felt startled, this person was actually hiding his secrets.

But Zhu Xiawu's strength was fully displayed, and his face did not look good, because for a moment, the long chains under his feet were like dragons and snakes competing, twisting and turning, catching up, as if they had eyes, and they were menacing.

At the end of the long chain is a single arm, but it is bound by several fine steel chains that are hard to break with a sword. Now these iron chains are almost like the opponent's other hand, several feet long and short, moving at will, like an arm.

The owner of the severed arm was still standing in front of the well, opening his mouth to the sky and swallowing the moonlight. The already frightening opening was constantly climbing under the infusion of the rich moonlight, and every strand of hair was filled with There is a faint layer of light on it, like dyed frost, like a god and demon.

This person is surprisingly the Seventh Holy Master of Mitian League, God of War Guan Qi.

"Let me try your best weight!"

Zhu Xiawu also seems to have fired a real fire, flying into the sky, folding his body and throwing down, fists and palms out together, sometimes left fist and right palm, sometimes right fist and left palm. Flying like a whip, fighting together like a long chain of swords and heavy hammers.

During this fight, if there were two cloud of obscure energy circulating in front of him, and then repeatedly collided with the iron chain, it would be like thunder shaking the earth.

Now that he has turned from defense to offense, Zhu Xiawu has just advanced bravely, and his hands seem to have transformed into dozens of styles of fighting, including fingering, boxing, and palm, all of which are Shaolin Wudang's unique skills.

During the fight, he stretched out his arms, like a flying swallow soaring into the sky, hunting and hunting, he followed the iron chain and attacked the figure at the end.

As the saying goes, if you don't move, you'll be fine, and if you move, it's astonishing. Today, he has no choice but to show his strength, and he simply fought to become famous.

The iron chain is like a magic whip, impenetrable to the attack, but Zhu Xia's martial arts are more flexible, like a fish in water, and rushing like the wind, only when he was less than two feet away, a pair of big iron-like hands suddenly stretched out, shaking Shan Tui Yue slapped it fiercely, with a gloomy sneer in his mouth, gritted his teeth and said words of hatred.

"Close... Seven!"

However, the moment the palm fell, his face suddenly changed.

The force of the powerful palm flew backwards, Zhu Xiawu saw sand and stones flying in front of him, but Guan Qisheng stopped four feet away from his pair of fleshy palms.

Congenital supreme qi.

When he got closer, he saw that this man was dressed in rags, and someone had nailed silver spikes like long and short hairpins on his body to seal several vital points, and there was still black air lingering between his eyebrows. However, he was poisoned, and there were patches of colorful and frightening markings on his skin and flesh, and he was poisoned again.

It's all like this, but there is still such an extraordinary power.

"This seems to be the soul-locking nail of the Tang Sect. I can't move my hands and feet?"

But the murderous intent on Zhu Xiawu's face was heavier, and the hostility was even stronger. Since this person is not in his prime, of course it is a golden opportunity to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

His feet sank, and there was a bang, and he raised his palms vigorously, the energy in his palms was as strong as two green lights, his arms swelled up, and his sleeves burst and fell apart.

And his two palms kept approaching, and they actually overwhelmed the protective energy, the four feet was nearly two feet, and he was still advancing, only one...half a foot...

Seeing that it was about to land firmly on the chest of the person in front of him, Guan Qi stopped exhaling, his long hair was scattered, his expression was arrogant, his eyes slowly moved away from the bright moon, and landed on Zhu Xiawu, grinning arrogantly , suddenly withdrew the protective energy.

Zhu Xiawu suddenly felt a lightness in his palm, and with his whole life's skill in his palm, he slammed it down.

How can you think that there is no earth-shattering sound, but there are miracles.

The moment his palm fell, the spikes driven into the acupoints of Guan Qizhou's body seemed to be squeezed out, with a slight tremor, they had withdrawn a part, crumbling.

Guan Qi's internal energy rioted, standing tall, a stern face gradually revealed an indescribable madness in that smile, a hoarse voice squeezed out two laughs, raised one arm lightly, and clenched five fingers, his whole body breathed heavily. Suddenly, his figure swelled in a circle, followed by a layer of brilliance on his limbs and bones, unparalleled in sharpness, heaving and shrinking.

"not good!"

Zhu Xiawu's scalp exploded, his complexion changed wildly, and he immediately withdrew his hands, but it was still a step too late.

Suddenly, a white sun seemed to light up in front of his eyes, and its radiance soared, submerging Guan Qi's burly figure in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, thousands of brilliance spurted out, casting in all directions, that was... sword energy! ! ! !

There are also long nails that have been rushed out of the body.

"Has the Soul Locking Nail been forced out?"

"what!"

Zhu Xiawu's face was distorted and crazy, he let out a loud roar, and suddenly he didn't retreat again, he stabilized his feet, pushed the strong wind with his palms, and the ground in front of him turned up like a rolling curtain.

It's just that he himself was submerged in the overwhelming terrifying sword energy.

"what!"

In the confusion, I heard a heart-piercing scream.

After the sword energy dissipated, everyone looked at it intently and gasped.

But within five feet of Guan Qizhou's body, it was empty, stones turned into dust, wood turned into spray, even the stone slab under his feet was wiped off, and sank several inches, revealing the dark brown underneath. The rammed earth, everything, is completely wiped out, like spring snow melting.

And at the corner of the street, Zhu Yueming was supporting Zhu Xiawu, who was covered in blood, gasping for breath with lingering fear, and his eyes showed panic.

"How did this person become so powerful? Could it be that he was manipulated by Cai Jing?"

In the Sanhelou battle back then, although this person was strong, he was not invincible, otherwise he would not have lost a hand, but now that he reappears, his ferocious power is simply peerless and incomparable.

Zhu Xiawu's left eye was closed tightly, and the corner of the eye was bloody, his face was full of horror and pain, but he was blind, and his clothes became riddled with holes and tattered, blood was pierced by thousands of sword qi holes. Hole, covered in blood.

The two of them didn't bother to take a breath, and were about to run away, when a flower appeared in front of them, and an evil shadow like a madman suddenly appeared in front of them like a ghost, and they immediately felt chills.

"It happened!"

"My life is over!"

However, at this moment, a flash of radiant sword energy suddenly flew towards Guan Qi from the end of the long street, creating a circle of ripples four feet in front of Guan Qi, annihilated invisible.

Situ Twelve was carrying seven divine blades on his back, and with a flick of his sword finger, a bloody sword energy at his fingertips instantly blocked Guan Qi like a river of blood across the sky.

"Is this the invincible demeanor of the world? Bewitched?"

It was not Situ Twelve who spoke.

On the long street, under the moon, the chill rises steeply.

Two figures floated up, resting on a corner of the cornice, standing with hands behind their backs, their clothes rolled up, looking down at Guan Qi below in amazement.

"Hahaha, I have long wanted to meet him for a while."

Laughing wildly like thunder, the figures flitted, several figures came from a distance, flew away under the moon, and landed on a roof.

The leader of the person is full of energy and violent, and his eyes are shining brightly. He is the leader of the power gang, Yan Kuangzi.

At the corner of the street, the Desolate King was leaning against the wall with his gun in his hand, his body was hunched, he was peeling peanuts in his hand, and his eyes were also looking up and down at Guan Qi.

Yan Kuangtu turned his head suddenly, with hair like a lion's mane, and shouted towards the corner of the long street: "Shenhou Zhuge, since you have come here, why don't you show yourself?"

"The old man has already appeared, but you just saw it."

On the other side of the long street, Zhuge Shenhou and other five figures stepped out.

"hiss!"

As soon as these few people walked out, all the forces who came to watch the battle one after another were all moved, and their expressions were quite exciting.

"Isn't that old man who is fierce and fierce, the sword of the Nine Daguans and the roar of the dragon? This senior probably hasn't made a move for nearly 20 years, and he was one of the top three masters in the world back then."

"Is it possible that this teacher is a red-sleeved nun?"

"Luoyang Wang Wen Wan!"

"Lazy Master Ye Aichan!"

Coupled with the last Zhuge Shenhou, such a battle, looking at the current martial arts, I am afraid...

"Where is the Marquis of Zhenbei?"

Zhuge Shenhou sighed.

"The Marquis is here!"

The soft words fell to the ground, everyone heard the sound and looked at it, they couldn't help being dumbfounded and lost their minds on the spot.

The bright moon was in the sky, but there was a gigantic monster jumping and running on the eaves and roofs with scattered heights, carrying two figures, one big and one small, coming from the palace, and it came very fast.

As soon as the moonlight shines, the strange thing appears, but seeing the huge monster with bright eyes, limbs jumping like flying, wagging its tail and shaking its head, it looks like a living thing.

"Ah... the stone lion!"

　Everyone, Dragon Boat Festival Ankang!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)