The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 223
Heck! !
Looking at the people sitting quietly under the tree, not only Zhu Xiawu, but the rest of them also changed their expressions wildly, their hands and feet were cold, and they felt a monstrous chill in their hearts, and shivered.

Chen Zhuo was still sitting under the tree, so who was the person who fought against them earlier?
It suddenly became quiet, deathly quiet, with only the sound of the pattering rain remaining.

Zhu Xiawu's one eye, which was originally bloodshot and red from excitement, became even redder.

If he doesn't succeed today, then he will be doomed forever.

He has a deep understanding of Chen Zhuo's methods, if he dares to collude with the Jin people and betray the country for glory, he will never be merciless.

"You... what kind of magic are you doing?"

One opened his mouth in horror.

Everything was very clear before, there was absolutely no possibility of falsehood, let alone dazzlement.

Under the tree, Chen Zhuo's chest heaved and fell, and he let out a deep and even heavy breathing sound. Two streams of faint white air came out of his nostrils, his closed eyes trembled slightly, and they were slowly opening, raindrops scattered on his body.

"This is the Heart Sutra of Wuxiang!"

He responded slowly.

"Spiritual illusion...you actually realized the method of spiritual cultivation?"

Zhu Xiawu's eyes were startled, and he had already understood.

"Go!"

He made a decisive decision, and made a dodge, holding a piece of the iron net in his hand, wanting to repeat the same trick.

The remaining few people also used their own methods and greeted together.

Chen Zhuan raised his eyes, stared directly at one of them, his eyes flashed suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and he glared at the other person. The person's steps slowed down, his eyes widened, his throat squirmed, and he spewed blood mist up to the sky. He was actually stared at. Died on the spot, fell down and died.

The rest of the people looked straight.

Only Zhu Xiawu had the same killing intent as the four masters who came later, and the attack was even faster.

Shooting skills, boxing skills, palm skills, and claw skills are definitely regarded as rare masters in the world.

Especially Zhu Xiawu, this guy is not only hiding his secrets, he is simply no trivial matter.

The iron net was slung in mid-air, and it was shaken vigorously by it, and it was bundled together, and it swept towards the air like a whisk.

Chen Zhuo tilted his body, his feet were off the ground, as if he was flying close to the ground, a part of him floated out of the wind and rain, he clenched his fists and pecked lightly, and landed on the few people who had lost their courage and fighting spirit. On the chest of the masked man, he unscrewed the head of another person.

His expression was as usual, his eyelids drooped slightly, as if they were half-opened and half-closed, but this understatement of killing people like weeding weeds made people pale with fear.

Seeing the head rolling to the ground, the five people including Zhu Xiawu changed their offensive and surrounded them.

Chen Zhuo didn't move, he looked around.

"what!"

One of the Jin Guo masters with a naked upper body and lean upper body took advantage of his neck turning, and flew towards him. With a movement of both fists, his momentum was domineering. The moment he pushed out the move, he punched seven times in a row. The moves were different, and the fists were tight , the wind and rain collapsed, and the fist hit the air.

Of the seven punches, he only got one punch, and it was Chen Zhuo's fist.

The figure flew upside down, already dead.

The moment Chen Zhuo punched, the remaining four people saw the momentum and made a move.

The claw wind is approaching the door, and the two guns are coming very fiercely.

Wu Ri's sharp spear is soul-stirring, it goes straight forward, the tip of the spear shines a cold black light, like picking up a big sun, and it can't leave Chen Zhuo's dead spots all over his body.

Where is Zhu Xiawu?

He descended from the sky, holding the Sun Chaser Arrow in his hand, pointing down from the cluster of arrows, he had summoned his inner strength to shoot at Chen Zhuo like a lightning bolt.

"idiot!"

Chen Zhuo didn't raise his head, but he seemed to be able to see everything above his head. He waved his arms and retreated, his big sleeves rose in the wind, he pulled and led, and the sun chasing arrow was drawn towards him like a fish biting a hook.He made a circle with his feet and turned to the left, swinging his arms, and the sun chasing arrow circled around him like a fish, like a ray of golden light.

The person who probed the claws and the two who fired the gun, the attack was close in front of them, but they were forced to retreat one by one by the sun-chasing arrows.

The arrow turned sharply, and suddenly penetrated into the sleeve of Chen Zhuo's left arm. The eyes of the master who was good at claw skills lit up, and he was about to move again, but it quickly turned dim. A ray of golden light flew out from Chen Zhuo's other sleeve. He shot directly at the opponent, pierced the right palm, sank into the center of the eyebrow, passed through the brain, and went straight to the ground, leaving only a small hole.

At this moment, an iron net fell from the sky.

Zhu Xiawu's eyes were fierce, but he didn't care, as if he wanted to cover the two golden men in the net.

With a flick of his fingers, Chen Zhuo flicked away the two shadows of the guns that were approaching. With one arm swiping and swiping, he made a circular move. Once the strength passed, the wind and rain in the circle seemed to be cut off.

Chen Zhuo attacked again.

The wind and rain that had been cut off rushed upward in an instant, and the fine raindrops, like thousands of fine needles, turned into a cloud of needle rain in a blink of an eye, flying out of the iron mesh.

Zhu Xiawu yelled sharply, turned around in the air to avoid it, the corner of his clothes was affected, and he was immediately riddled with holes.

And the shadows of those two guns approached again in an instant.

Chen Zhuo's expression was indifferent, and he made a fist with his hands again, as if they were closed. His left arm drew a circle, covering the iron net above his head, and his right hand wrapped around it, also drawing a circle. The strength is like winding silk, suddenly seeing the wind and rain swirling, being caught in the circle.

Originally fierce, fast, and earth-shattering, the Wu Ri Divine Spear became slow and fierce in a blink of an eye, like a tiger stuck in a quagmire, slow and weak, difficult to advance and difficult to retreat, wrapped in wind and rain, swaying left and right.

And the iron net above the head was already open, but when the wind and rain rolled in, it was immediately gathered into a ball, as if it had turned into an iron ball.

Zhu Xiawu volleyed down again, his eyes were full of viciousness, and a dull and angry roar burst out from his throat. Seeing this, he simply pushed down with both palms, and slapped the iron ball towards Chen Zhuo.

The two masters of the Kingdom of Jin also tried their best, their spears trembled violently, their icy lights shone brightly, they wanted to pierce through the wind and rain, and killed Chen Zhuo by the spears.

However, I saw Chen Zhuo pulling his hands into his arms, the wind and rain were violent, if they wanted to meet in one place, the iron ball and the two spears changed their direction and bumped towards each other.

"boom!"

Only in the astonishment of the three people, a huge explosion exploded between them.

The iron net scattered all over the sky and turned into countless fragments.

And those two masters from the Kingdom of Jin, with pale faces, retreated with their spears folded, their hands were trembling, their palms were torn and bloody.

The two of them stabilized, shook and trembled, and coughed again and again.

Just as they were about to stabilize their center of gravity, the expressions of the two of them suddenly turned miserable, and Gein dropped a big hand on their respective heads.

Zhu Xiawu also retreated a few steps, his arms and sleeves were smashed shoulder to shoulder, and when he took a closer look, two Jin Guo masters were already kneeling on the ground opposite, their faces contorted with shock, and their shaved skulls were pressing against the two. hand.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but those two hands had flexed his fingers, pecked and lifted, and opened the two people's spiritual cover.

Before the screams could come out, Chen Zhuo had no expression on his face. He had already clasped the necks and throats of the two of them with both hands, and blocked their screams from their mouths. His jaws were turned like pincers, and the heads of the two men were grinding their bones in fear. Turned around.

Looking at the two corpses lying at Chen Zhuo's feet, Zhu Xiawu's pupils froze and became gloomy and ugly, then turned to a sneer, and turned into a nonchalant expression, jokingly said: "That's amazing, these are Wanyan Jue's disciple is also a descendant of the Jin Kingdom's royal family, originally for the purpose of recruiting you, but hey, I deliberately said that you hate the Jin Kingdom..."

This man was deep in thought, with a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, only an indescribable murderous look.

Chen Zhuo said softly: "Very well, you finally guessed one thing correctly, I will send you on your way first, and after I finish my work in the capital, I will go north again, but unfortunately, you won't be able to see it."

(End of this chapter)