The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 217 Victory

It turned out to be Sangong.

Chen Zhuo's mind sank slightly, thoughts wandered in his mind, and he quickly understood the key point.

Guan Qi has been trapped for many years, the outside seems to be intact, but the inside is probably riddled with holes, the great elixir of the physical body has not yet been leak-free, and his energy has been greatly damaged. Now that he has realized the internal boxing, it is like traveling a thousand miles with one thought. The five viscera swelled, and the energy and blood were like a torrent. Under the impact, the physical body was like a levee full of ant nests.

It seems that too much talent is not a good thing.

But at this moment, Guan Qi is still silent in the epiphany, knowing that he is invincible, even if he wants to help him, it is difficult to do it.

Besides, San Gong is a life-and-death catastrophe for martial arts, and it is foolish to try to reverse it by external force alone.

If there is no accident, this person... is dead.

"what happened to him?"

Zhuge Zhengyi finally realized something was wrong, his eyes were terrified.

Not only him, but everyone else seemed to be horrified, the scene before them was too unimaginable.

In just a dozen or so breaths of effort, Guan Qi's tall and straight figure had bent his back and turned into a hunchback. His black hair was quickly stained with a touch of frost, his face was wrinkled, and blood and sweat were already secreting from his pores.

As San Gong started, the vast and boundless energy in Guan Qi's body also gradually weakened.

Everyone withdrew their merits one after another, looked at each other, and were all shocked.

"He's going to die!"

Chen Zhuo's eyes were slightly closed, but he didn't hide them, and his tone was both pity and emotion.

"This is the catastrophe of my kung fu. It is not the death of birth, old age, sickness and death, but the catastrophe of the physical body. It is like the fate of ordinary people who die without illness. Originally, there was a way to delay it, but the situation of the Seven Lords is a bit complicated. , I can't do anything."

Such a character, if he didn't go crazy and become crazy, what would happen to them; it's a pity that a hero is sad to be a beauty, and even with such an invincible domineering thing, he can't escape the fate of betraying his relatives and ending sadly.

Zhuge Zhengwo lost his mind for a moment, shook his head and sighed sadly, "It's a pity for people like the Seventh Lord."

He seemed to have forgotten that the two sides were still arguing for victory at this time.

"When I went to look for Senior Brother after I left Beijing, I took a trip north."

Zhuge Zheng seemed to remember something, and he was even more old.

Chen Zhuo looked at Guan Qi, frowning in thought, and said casually, "What did you see?"

Zhuge Zhengwo let out a long breath, "I can't see anything when I go out, and the plain is covered by bones."

Chen Zhuo was silent for a while when he heard this, and suddenly asked, "So, this is the real reason why you changed your mind?"

Zhuge Zhengwo answered irrelevantly and said: "The Jurchen originated from Baishan and Heishui. In the early years, I was still an uneducated barbarian. I didn't want to rise very quickly, and there was even an unrivaled arrogance born out of nowhere."

"Do you believe in the theory of luck?"

He suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Zhuo.

"It is rumored that Lin Lingsu once divination a hexagram back then, and the hexagram showed an astonishing indication that the Song Dynasty would destroy the Jin Dynasty and prosper, and it also indicated that the martial arts in the Central Plains would collapse, so I took a special look at it when I went north."

Chen Zhuo said in a deep voice, "You are talking about the Supreme King of the Kingdom of Jin, Wanyan Jue? How about it?"

Zhuge shook his head at me, "I have never seen it in person, but I feel that there is an invincible dragon entrenched in the city, sitting in the mountains and rivers, its power is naturally domineering, its fists are cold and violent, bloodthirsty and warlike, I... retreated."

While speaking, the Jiang brothers over there had already started fighting with Long Fangxiao.

The exercise that the two learn is called "Wangqing Tianshu". The two brothers have their own gains, and because the internal energy has the same root and origin, under a joint attack, both the aura and the internal energy can be integrated into one, and the power is multiplied.

"Old hero Long, show your shame!"

The two brothers stood up together, neatly, their eyes bursting with brilliance, and they stood shoulder to shoulder.

Standing together, the wind and snow above their heads stood like a waterfall, and they seemed to be pushed away by an invisible big hand.

The momentum is soaring,

Suddenly, Jiang Renting and Jiang Duanping took a sharp breath, and they took a step forward together. When they took this step, the two stepped in the same breath, and as soon as they landed on the ground, a gust of bitter wind immediately blew in all directions with the two brothers as the source. .

Everyone felt that there were two steep and steep peaks falling in front of them out of thin air, and they were so majestic and majestic that they crushed the four poles and threatened all directions. To prestige.

It has become an emperor's atmosphere.

Long Fangxiao's eyes are wide open, his beard and hair are all stretched out, without the restraint of Guan Qi at this moment, his whole body is forced to lift, his robe is bulging, he stomps heavily on his feet, lifts his hands up to the sky, palms turned outwards, It seems to support these two mountains, its momentum is as thick as a vast ocean, with one wave after another.

The two powers collided, and in the wind and snow, strange things happened one after another, and they were in a stalemate.

And the red-sleeved nun also moved his eyes, turned his gaze, and looked straight at Situ Twelve.

The Desolate King raised the Brilliant Spear, and looked at Zhuge Zhengwo who was holding the Brilliant Spear.

Now two of the five games have been won, and if they win another one, it will be considered a victory.

Several people are drawing battle circles, and they are already confronting each other.

"Wan Yan Jue? Tyrant Fist?"

Chen Zhuo clenched his fists and looked at his fists.

And Kuangzi Yan, who was exercising power and forcing poison on the ground, suddenly raised eyebrows and stared, opened his mouth and vomited out a bloody arrow. He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Guan Qi, as if he had lost his previous arrogance and domineering, "It's a pity I don't know what Wu Jinkong means... ah..."

He spoke angrily, as if he was extremely unwilling to lose his opponent, walked half a circle, suddenly sank his steps, and slammed a palm.

The power of the palm poured out like a substance, overwhelming mountains and seas, under the whistling blow, the mountains and rocks were shattered, and the earth was flattened to dust.

And the changes in Guan Qi's body are becoming more and more frightening, grotesque and terrifying; he was a burly man before, but now most of his energy has been lost, and he is as thin as an old man who has run out of oil, his body and bones are shrinking and shrinking, and his flesh is dead. It was gray and looked like an old man huddled in the snow.

Yan Kuangtu frowned for a moment, then turned around with a cold snort, "It's boring!"

But he was heading towards the Lord Zhuge, who was fighting with the Desolate King.

Seeing this, Ye Aichan and Wen Wan rushed to raid the formation, leaving only Chen Zhuo standing still.

He looked at Guan Qi shrunk into a big cocoon, walked up to him, stretched out his hand to touch it, and felt as if his palm touched the dried orange peel, and checked his pulse again, there was no heartbeat, and he died on the spot.

The invincible God of War Guan Qi died just like that?

Chen Zhuo stretched out his hands and stroked the opponent's limbs, hands, feet, and spine, and even groped the muscles under the skin. As expected, the strength was great, and the muscles all twisted into one strand.

Besides, just as he was about to withdraw his right hand, his index finger suddenly trembled inexplicably, and he pressed back the palm of his hand that had just left, and he held his breath while turning his quiet eyes.

Waited a few minutes for a cup of tea.

Chen Zhuo's eyelids that were almost closed finally lifted slowly, revealing a strange look, "It's amazing that he has mastered the way of the sleeping turtle's breath so quickly."

Under the palm of his hand, a heartbeat that was so weak that it was almost none came out gently.

Chen Zhuo hesitated again and again, and suddenly made a bold decision. He took out a celadon pill bottle from his bosom, and poured out two pills the size of longan, one red and one black, which were Wuji elixir.

"Whether you live or die, it all depends on your good fortune."

Pinching Guan Qi's lower jaw and snapping open his teeth, Chen Zhuo backhandedly stuffed the elixir in.

Immediately, using his palm as a knife, he dug a shallow pit on the spot and buried Guan Qi in it.

night and day.

The wind cleared and the snow cleared.

Dozens of figures flew towards them, scanning around, and when they saw the snow-capped hills not far away, they all lifted their spirits and shouted anxiously: "I found it, here it is!"

Everyone jumped up and down immediately, and hurriedly pasted it, and took a closer look.

Only then did I see several figures sitting or standing on the top of the mountain, all of them were covered with frost and snow, like a pile of snowmen, their beards and eyebrows were all white, like statues of gods, and there was no movement at all.

Chen Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were thick with ice, and his hair was stained with snow.

Who's winning?
Everyone looked tense.

"Ah! Director, Director!"

The top of the mountain cried out in shock, and in front of Long Fangxiao, the faces of the four great aristocratic families were shocked, and they knelt down and howled.

But Long Fangxiao died of exhaustion, and he was still in the posture of lifting the sky, and he was unwilling to admit defeat.

The Jiang brothers shook their shoulders and fell out of the snow shell. Their faces were pale and haggard, as if they had been seriously injured.

The two fought against each other, and it was the result of both sides being hurt.

The faces of the Jiang brothers were cloudy and uncertain, and then turned ugly. They turned their heads and walked away together, not wanting to mention the victory or defeat.

Then there are Situ Twelve and Hongxiu Shennun, both of them crashed out of the frost and snow, each staggering.

As soon as Situ Twelve stabilized his body, five of the seven long swords on his back broke instantly. His face was gray, and he hissed in a complicated way: "I'm defeated!"

"Accepted!"

The red-sleeved nun sat with a smile on her face, raised her palm, lowered her head, and lost her breath.

Fight with your life.

Su Mengzhen came pacing, coughing lightly, looking at the master in front of him, closing her eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

On the other side, the King of Desolation and Zhuge Zhengwo also decided the winner.

With a broken spear in his hand, the Desolate King turned around and strode down the mountain.

"Are you still fighting?"

Yan Kuangtu got up.

Zhuge Zheng and I looked at the corpses of the two old friends, there was no emotion on his face, and he was silent for a long time.

"enough……"

He looked at Chen Zhuo.

"You won, I hope you are right, from now on, the world...is yours!!"

(End of this chapter)