The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 275
The wind and snow froze for a moment, and Chen Zhuo felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a stabbing pain in the top of his skull.

The sword light was already above the head, and the sword energy pointed directly at Baihui.

The sword is in the sky, but Murong Longcheng is still in place, looking at it with a smile, his right hand is used as a sword finger, the finger is full of sword spirit, he controls it from the air, standing in the wind and snow.

A sword flew.

"Flying sword? Interesting!"

Seeing the sword fairy's top-notch skills, even Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled slightly, and he secretly focused on it.

"Taught."

He moved his feet to the right, and a four-foot white glow fell from the sky instantly, dragging the clear and clear dragon's sword chant, submerging into the snow at his feet, and disappeared suddenly.

But Chen Zhuo didn't stop, he turned sharply, and while he was dodging, the snow and ice exploded, and the white light reappeared, coming out from bottom to top.

In just a split second, the sword missed, and the white light flew back again, chasing Chen Zhuo. The cold light on the sword trembled for no reason, and the buzzing sound shook people's eardrums. The long gap is cut into two pieces like the sky and the earth are cloth.

Chen Zhuo kept spinning, his feet were dexterous and weird, and he leaned sideways. The flying sword light had already brushed past his throat, but it flew not far away. Following the light turn of Murong Longcheng's sword finger, the divine sword immediately struck him. Shake the tip, turn around and go again.

Fast, too fast! ! !

Like a gangrene attached to the bone, several frightening sword nets were intertwined one after another.

boom!
boom!
boom!
……

The night has fallen, and at this moment, when I look at it, I can only see a white awn in the wind and snow swimming away quickly, which is hard to follow with the naked eye.

Seeing that the sword was getting stronger and faster, Chen Zhuo suddenly slowed down his turn, and raised his right hand when he saw the opportunity, and actually led the divine sword into his sleeve.

He moved his feet again, his body was whirling like a top in the snow, his arms and sleeves were twirling, the surrounding area was suddenly gusty, frost and snow gathered, and a snow tornado was pulled up several feet high, the momentum was astonishing.

However, Chen Zhuo's Tsing Yi was bulging, and there was a faint ray of obscure white light wandering around his body.

He changed his posture, and after turning around a few times, he suddenly flicked his left hand, and spit out a white awn from his sleeve, and flew straight out, with a "chuo", it stabbed obliquely to the ground.

"it is good!"

As soon as the long sword fell, murderous intent suddenly appeared in front of Chen Zhuo. Murong Longcheng had rushed to him at some point, his eyes widened, and he gave a long smile. A majestic and domineering face was close at hand, and his sword pointed directly at the center of Chen Zhuo's eyebrows.

Chen Zhuo was cold all over, and a round of arc moon-like cold light flew out of his sleeves, and wrapped around Murong Longcheng's neck at the same time.

But as soon as he dropped the scimitar, his eyes changed, and he saw that the Murong Longcheng in front of him was scattered like sand, not a body of flesh and blood, but transformed into wisps of invisible sword energy under Chen Huo's amazed gaze. One diffuse.

Is this the figure left by the sword energy?
Before he could react, a ray of fierce and uncommon sword energy pierced through the wind and snow suddenly, and hit Chen Zhuo's eyebrows from the air.

After a successful move, Murong Longcheng stepped forward with his hands behind his back, Mu Shuang stepped on the snow, walking out like a leisurely stroll.

He looked at Chen Zhuo who had a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and said with a calm expression, "If you can die in the hands of me, the number one in the world, you will die in peace."

After finishing speaking, Murong Longcheng picked up the long sword, waved his sleeve, and was ready to turn around and leave.

But his cheek muscles twitched suddenly, and he saw that Chen Zhuo, who was supposed to be killed with one blow, suddenly looked at him, smiled, and didn't say that he survived the attack, but turned his head to look to the other side, as if there was something there same as people.

Who is it?
Murong Longcheng not only twitched his cheeks, but also twitched the corners of his eyes and mouth. He turned his head to look, but saw a majestic and heroic figure standing quietly like a stone in the sudden snowstorm, looking at him motionless.

It was still Chen Zhuo.

The pupils of Murong Longcheng's eyes shrank and then dilated, but there was no figure in front of him, the wind and snow were as usual, everything was like an illusion.

"Spiritual Dafa?"

"Since I dare to stir up troubles in the world, how can I only have this little trick? Since you are a person who has lived in the world for 200 years, you should think that there are people in this world who can't be seen clearly by appearance alone, otherwise you think Where did so many miraculous powers come from?"

Chen Zhuo spoke slowly, but what fell on Murong Longcheng's ears was earth-shattering.

Murong Longcheng's face changed completely, he said in a deep voice: "I should have thought about it a long time ago, which figure from the past and present are you?"

After his muscles and bones changed, Chen Zhuo's youthful face seemed to have matured a lot.

He tilted his head and shook his shoulders, but he didn't use the "Pure Yang Supreme Skill", his eyes were filled with blackness, and evil spirits were everywhere outside his body, he narrowed his eyes, and said with a grim smile: "Guess!"

As soon as the word fell, a fist was in front of Murong Longcheng in an instant.

Simply direct, domineering and decisive.

There is a cloud of obscure energy covering the package hidden in the fist, absorbing the only brilliance left in the world, as if holding a black hole.

Murong Longcheng's whole body tensed up, and he blocked it with his horizontal sword.

It's just good if he didn't block it, but when he blocked it, he immediately felt like a mountain was hitting his sword. There was a strong bloody smell, but it disappeared in an instant, only the cold wind remained.

Murong Longcheng's face suddenly changed, this person's fisting intention can actually affect the six senses of a person.

Click!
With a punch, the divine sword that had been with him for many years collapsed in an instant, letting out an overwhelmed groan.

Chen Zhuo oppressed people with force, pressed his fists against the trembling sword body, his upper body sank slowly, his eyes were drawn in little by little, he was full of rebelliousness, condescendingly looking down at the little by little The suppressed Murong Longcheng.

"No. [-] in the world? The thing I like to clean up the most is No. [-] in the world."

"Humph!"

Murong Longcheng snorted coldly, his eyes were full of ferocity, the already bright long sword swelled up with a faint green light, and it shrank and wrapped around the sword body, and the four-foot long sword immediately grew another length Cut, even the spine of the sword seems to have a sharp edge.

Seeing this situation, Chen Zhuo pressed hard with his right fist.

The two immediately separated.

Murong Longcheng retreated a few steps, and as soon as he stood still, the long sword in his hand made a few crisp noises, and then it was broken into pieces with a "bang" under his astonished and gloomy face, and when he looked again, only the hilt remained. hand.

What a domineering fist.

Although he knew that Chen Zhuo's fists must be hidden, but he never thought that they would be so powerful.

The long sword shattered, and another punch followed.

Chen Zhuo remained silent, his feet were walking like a dragon, his green robe was flying like a tiger, his black hair was flying, and the snow waves were rolling behind him. At the same time as he stepped forward, another punch was already lifted in the air, moving his body like a bow, raising his arm like an arrow, and came out The punch was aimed at Murong Longcheng's heart like a target.

Murong Longcheng originally wanted to get away and dodge, but he suddenly realized that no matter how he tried to dodge, he couldn't dodge the punch, and a killing intent that terrified even him locked the void and landed on him.

eccentric.

Although he knew that he couldn't dodge it, he still flew back, and at the same time, he joined his fingers together, and the combined sword energy pierced through the air again and again, like a rain of meteors and fire, approaching Chen Zhuo directly.

It's just that under that punch, all the sword energy emitted by Murong Longcheng collapsed.

Invincible, invincible.

Obviously seeing that there were not many fancy skills, just a simple punch, Murong Longcheng already lowered his eyes in disbelief, looking at his chest.

On the chest, a heavy punch was falling on it.

(End of this chapter)