The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 216 Variables
"Wujin is empty, what's the explanation?"

Now he has superb six senses, but whenever he moves his thoughts, he can feel any wind and grass within a radius of [-] feet, and the subtle abnormalities of Guan Qi will not be missed.

Especially after witnessing Guan Qi's grasp of the knack of internal boxing, he really wanted to see what kind of path he would have blazed with such a talented monster.

But he didn't feel depressed in his heart. The kung fu of internal boxing before "Tongxuan" was in the final analysis the control and control of oneself, turning clumsiness into skill, tempering the muscles, bones and internal organs, strengthening the blood; His talent, his body and bones have been honed through thousands of years, and he can master one method and ten thousand methods, so it is not uncommon to be able to understand it in a short period of time.

Going up through the mystery is the real unconventional state.

It depends on their understanding.

In fact, he was not the only one who noticed these four words, but everyone else was also shocked and moved differently.

It is often said that there is no end to Taoism and martial arts, let alone an end. What is the meaning of these four words suddenly popped up by the Seven Holy Lords?

Everyone's state is beyond the current world, they all lowered their eyebrows and stared, thinking about it, but felt that the meaning was obscure, like hiding a big secret.

Yan Kuangtu was even more impatient, as if he was scratching his heart and liver, his eyes were wide open, staring like a tiger, staring at Guan Qi unkindly, guarding the following.

Moreover, everyone was startled to realize that the murderous aura on Guan Qi's body was dissipating, but everyone present understood that this was an epiphany.

The person in front of him may have touched some extraordinary and mysterious realm, which is unimaginable.

It's just that the energy in Guan Qi's body suddenly changed, and the wind and snow around him suddenly became chaotic, rioting endlessly, like a stormy wave washing stones and hitting the shore, they couldn't stop pushing in all directions, pushing dust and snow, one layer overwhelmed the other, forcing Everyone slid back.

"The Seventh Holy Master thinks that he has reached the critical juncture of comprehending the principles of heaven. If so, you might as well give him a helping hand, and see how extraordinary this place is at the end of the martial arts."

Nine Daguan Daolong Fangxiao has always been respected by the people of the rivers and lakes as the old hero of the dragon. His life is full of joy and hatred, and his fame is still higher than that of Fang Juxia. At this time, he has stabilized his figure, and his gray coat is rising and shrinking, as if rooted in the ground , The rocks in the waves, all the white hair was brushed back.

His tiger eyes shined brightly, his breath sank, his rough face suddenly glowed red, and he patted Guan Qi with a dark red and thick fleshy palm from the air. It seemed fierce, but the strength of the palm was gentle. Like spring wind and rain, peeling off cocoons, using softness to overcome rigidity, not only resisting the raging waves in front of him, but also feeding Guan Qi.

Guan Qi's talent is shocking to the world, and now it is supplemented by the unique knowledge of the masters present, and he will surely be able to gather the true meaning of each school in one body, like a thousand rivers returning to the sea, with towering ingenuity, and becoming a person who shocks the past and shines today.

"Of course!"

"it is good!"

……

The others all took a deep breath, not to mention anything else, just the words "Wu Jin Void" are enough to make them attack.

Can't help but say, immediately use various methods, spears, swords, knives, palms...all are at your fingertips, and move from space, only take the will of the gods, to meet the pass.

This is also for the purpose of stabilizing the battle circle and restraining the unrivaled prestige of Guan Qi.

As soon as the raging waves stabilized, there was a "pop" sound in the arena, and the wind and snow became chaotic. Because of the distraction of the manipulator, the swordsmen and swordsmen who were fighting fiercely lost their energy, drifted away, and turned into frost and snow again, melting into it. into the wind.

"Master, pay attention!"

Chen Zhuo didn't want to waste any more time, his thick eyebrows drooped, and he reminded him. He slowly stretched out his right hand in his sleeve, stretched out his index finger, pointed at the air, and released a ray of brilliance from his fingertips, and clicked it out.

Lightly tap the index finger, the wind and snow in mid-air stagnated suddenly, like a stone falling into the water, making a circle of shallow ripples in the snow curtain, the frost and snow closed in an instant, turned into a figure and punched out.

Chen Zhuo exhaled lightly, and his mood suddenly moved, murderous intentions were revealed in the wind and snow.

Pointing his index finger together, there are many phantoms standing in the middle of the snow, turning from phantom to reality, some pushing fists, some palming, as well as knife skills, arrow skills, leg skills, claw skills, and spear skills, all of which are skills of internal boxing. , now manifested with divine sense, attack and kill Ye Aichan as many as possible.

"Amitabha!"

Ye Aichan proclaimed the Buddha's name, the movement of twirling the beads in his hand stopped, and suddenly he turned his hand and shook his wrist. The beads immediately scattered to the snow curtain and fell to the ground. The snow waves splashed into the air immediately, turning into the appearance of monks one by one, charging forward.

After this fall, the rosary beads were captured by Ye Aichan's big hand, and all of them flew back backwards, pocketed into the sleeves, and landed on the palm of the hand again.

For a moment, looking around, the two sides seemed to use the curtain of heaven and earth as a chessboard, and use divine will as a chessboard to attack and attack.

Both of them didn't get up, but in the blink of an eye, the semi-air machine had already exchanged hundreds of moves. They first fought each other's moves, then saw each other's moves, and started their moves with thoughts, each of them was infinitely varied.

Ye Aichan's learning is very diverse, and all of them have good attainments. He was originally very confident in his foundation, but after Chen Zhuo's display, although his style of play is weird, it is very subtle. See After breaking the moves, the two sides fought in a half-baked fight, both of them have reached the perfect state of play, no one can do anything to the other.

Seeing that the trick was hard to tell, Ye Aichan raised his hand and pointed again, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of light, he squeezed a tantric fingerprint with one hand, and lifted the index finger of the other hand, dozens of phantoms suddenly collapsed, and then reunited, It turned into a two-foot-long black dragon, roaming around in a circle, wagging its tail and reaching for its claws in the snow, swallowing the wind and drinking the snow, and uttering dragon chant, with the potential to soar into the nine heavens.

Suddenly, the blue dragon jumped into the wind and snow and started to kill, stirring up wind and waves, turning the world upside down, which is very shocking.

The two sides are fighting with energy and spirit, and the resulting atmosphere should be the embodiment of each other's will. This black dragon is not a dragon, but the monk's desire to gallop across the mountains and rivers and the world.

While helping Guan Qi, all the people in Luezhen below waited for the victory, all of them were concentrated, and they were all shocked.

Chen Zhuo stared at the air, and his heart was also shaken, he only thought that this old monk is really extraordinary, his fighting skills are unique, and his thinking is even more brilliant.

Ye Aichan still didn't forget to say: "If leader Chen is poor at skills, he can admit defeat!"

"The old monk has a big tone."

Chen Zhuo smiled "Hey", his eyes focused, his brows lit up, and the moment his cheeks retracted, he pulled his mouth together and took a sharp breath, only sucking away all the phantoms that had been transformed into a wisp, forming a wisp. About to be swallowed, he puffed his cheeks and let out another breath.

With this breath, the wind and snow suddenly seemed to come alive, and transformed into a swordsman in a trance.

Obviously, he looks like a first-class swordsman and swordsman, but he is full of murderous aura, more of the aura of the world of mortals.

This change is exactly the Lu Zu in the picture of beheading dragons that Chen Zhuo saw in the Taiqing Tower. He made it casually, swayed it at will, and transformed it with divine thoughts.

With a flick of his eyes, Chen Zhuo's tongue burst into spring thunder and shouted: "Kill!"

The Taoist immediately drew his sword and cut the dragon.

Ye Aichan's eyes were slightly opened, and with a sway of energy, the Canglong escaped into the snow curtain, avoiding the sharp edge of the sword, and circled around the Taoist, attacking quickly with claws from all directions, but combined all the previous changes in one body.

The Taoist held a sharp sword, and the light of the sword turned like lightning and shadows, which seemed to be a sword technique, but his moves changed like spears, knives, and fists... It was like a sword turning into ten thousand dharma, and it seemed that everything changed into one. Measurement.

This battle is really rare in the world.

The blue dragon stirs up the wind and waves, and the dragon returns to the sea, roaming between heaven and earth.

But Lu Zu stood proudly in the void, his sword light turned round, attracting wind and clouds.

However, Ye Aichan's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he saw Chen Zhuo lower his eyes, move his hands, raise his left hand forward, hold five fingers empty, bend the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and drag it back, making a bow and string. action.

Invisibly, there was already a frightening energy locked in tightly, and the mind suddenly froze, as if facing a big enemy.

He has already paid attention to this arrow technique which can be compared with the "Sad Little Arrow". Besides, Yuan Thirteen Limit was killed by Chen Zhuo, how could he not be wary.

Immediately mention [-] points of spirit secretly.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyes again, his eyes were like water, and under Ye Aichan's concentration, he really let go of his right hand and let go of an arrow.

"Hey!"

Ye Aichan's old eyes were wide open, and he grabbed it with his big hand, and the cassock on his body was immediately stretched out in the wind, standing in front of him like a wall, twisting the rosary in his hand at the same time, raising his hand and shaking, and shot the rosary at Chen Zhuo.

It's just that his expression changed slightly immediately, he was not in the dark, and he raised his hand to grab the rosary beads that flew out, and all of them flew backwards and captured them all.

Because the arrow Chen Zhuo shot was not aimed at him, and the arrow was not an invisible arrow either.

Lu Zu, who was fighting against the blue dragon in mid-air, lifted his sword and flew horizontally the moment he let go of the arrow. The human sword merged into one, and it seemed to turn into an arrow. And pass.

The Canglong screamed, and before it fell, it dispersed with the wind and merged into the wind and snow again.

Everything is back to normal, all the previous things are like hallucinations.

Ye Aichan's scorched old face immediately turned red, looking at the rosary beads in his hand that had been crushed into powder, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

After the wind and snow had passed, he went to look at the word "Buddha" again, and suddenly saw pieces of wind and snow falling like gold and iron, throwing the ground with a sound, and when the stone powder dispersed, it had turned into a word "kill". His face turned pale again.

"Amitabha, leader Chen is amazingly talented, and the old monk is willing to bow down!"

Chen Zhuo closed his eyes, "Accept!"

When the two started talking, Kuangtu Yan couldn't wait to laugh and said, "Haha, it's my turn!"

He glanced at Zhuge Shenhou, who was waiting to be named, but Luoyang Wang Wenwan suddenly said: "Please!"

Kuangtu Yan was startled for a moment, and then smiled grimly, "You are Wen Songyang, okay, since you are famous all over the world for your skill, I will defeat you with your skill."

As soon as the two got angry, Chen Zhuo and Ye Aichan filled the gap.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Yan Kuangtu drew a half circle with his right hand in the air, and slowly pushed his palm out through the air.

This push is what pushes the momentum, like a landslide, a star falling into the moon, or a sea turning and land sinking.

Suddenly, everyone felt a depressive energy falling on their chests, violent and domineering. Under this push, the snow petals in the sky were just like flying locusts raining arrows, hitting Wen Wan across.

Wen Wan immediately changed her elegant demeanor, flicking her sleeve with her right hand freely, and immediately saw waves rising from the flat ground, and snow waves rolling up to the sky.

In an instant, on the top of the low hill, two majestic forces collided like a torrent.

The flying snow all over the sky exploded in an instant, and it flowed backwards in the sky. The spectacle was astonishing.

Yan Kuangtu stood up with a long body, his robe fluttered and his sleeves fluttered, as if about to rise against the wind.

Seeing Lie Xin's joy on his face, he said with a deep smile: "It's wonderful!"

The wind and snow fell again, submerging the two of them in an instant.

But in less than two breaths, the wind and snow in front of everyone's eyes suddenly paused, and then they were torn apart like cracks on the ice surface, and they were wiped out. Yan Kuangtu sneered and sat down again.

But the winner was already drawn, and Wen Wan staggered and sat on the opposite side, there was already a light layer of frost and snow on his chest, which was a palm mark, but his expression was still the same, neither humble nor overbearing, no change.

"I... lost!"

He said.

So fast?
Seeing Yan Kuangzi's indomitable and fierce power, everyone on both sides was secretly startled, that Wen Wan, at least a master of the older generation, was defeated so simply.

It's just that Kuangzi Yan's face suddenly changed, and when he lifted his right palm, a black and purple color appeared in his palm, but it was poisoned.

"Old man, you are skilled in martial arts, do you dare to make a secret move?"

Zhuge Zhengwo said nonchalantly: "Since it is a skill competition, the King of Luoyang is from the Wen family, so why not use poison to make merit? When this situation is over, I will offer the antidote with both hands."

This is also true.

Yan Kuangtu shuddered, and said coldly: "I don't need it."

After all, he sat cross-legged and meditated, exercising power to force poison.

Long Fangxiao got up abruptly, before he could speak, the Jiang brothers raised their eyes to meet...

When the fierce battle was in full swing, Chen Zhuo suddenly felt something. He raised his eyelids and looked at Guan Qi.

Seeing that the opponent's body has undergone a great change, the originally burly body is actually a little bit collapsed, the energy and spirit are already dimming, the black hair is turning white, and Yingwei's appearance unexpectedly shows an old look.

Seeing this situation, Chen Zhuo's pupils froze, he secretly thought that it was not good, and even two words that were particularly dreaded came out of his mind.

Just because this change is nothing but the death of the warrior.

San Gong! ! !

(End of this chapter)