The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 276
Hired yourself?
A moment of absentmindedness flashed in Murong Longcheng's eyes, his cheeks swelled, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" in his throat.

Then he looked at Chen Zhuo in front of him, moving his lips, but before he could speak, he suddenly lost control of his hands and feet, and flew backwards like a bouncing stone, tumbling and crashing into the snowdrift , I do not know life and death.

Taking advantage of the victory, Chen Zhuo chased after Fei Zhu, turned over and jumped onto the snowdrift, his right knee sank, and he fell into the air like a meteor falling from the sky, and hit hard.

"boom!"

The blizzard exploded.

There were no more snowdrifts on the ground, only a big pit with a width of two feet left.

The riots.

There was no joy in Chen Zhuo's eyes, he swept his eyes across the big hole, followed by looking around, then turned around, squinted his eyes and looked behind him.

But he saw Murong Longcheng standing in the heavy snow, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, the jade crown on his head had disappeared, and his hair was disheveled, as if he had been really angry and fired a real fire, and a vast sword intent was bursting out in his body And rise, soar into the sky and move.

This person was just standing, and the wind and snow above his head were evenly scattered to both sides, and the color of the agitated situation changed.

Feeling the endless sword qi, Chen Zhuo's eyes turned strange, and he even practiced the innate invisible sword qi.

It seems that nine out of ten it was obtained from Murong Bo.

"Very well, since Duan Siping back then, you are the first one to hurt me in this world."

Murong Longcheng spoke very lightly, followed by raising his hand to make a move, and immediately there was a violent wind blowing up against the current below him, causing his hair to curl up and his robes tossed, but it wasn't the broken sword, but the blow. It was grasping the void, turning the wind and snow into a sword in his hand, and condensed an ice sword that was more than three feet long.

All in the blink of an eye.

His eyes were like cold electricity, and he lifted the sword again, and the sword energy and sword intent above his head instantly rolled the frost and snow, melted the wind and melted the snow, and circled in the void, creating wind and clouds.

The frost and snow were originally scattered, but when they were swept by this person's sword intent, they immediately gathered and changed, and the sharpness was born, turning into sharp swords like icicles, flying between the sky and the earth like a torrent.

"It's wonderful, so it's enjoyable!"

Looking up, Chen Zhuo was filled with surprise, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

This trip is worthwhile.

This person's strong sword intent can actually shape the wind and snow into a sword shape out of thin air, as expected, he is quite capable, and it is worthy of the name.

With the long sword in Murong Longcheng's hand, he immediately saw the torrent of sword energy converging behind him like a long river, tumbling and flowing, like a flying dragon circling in the wind and snow, the sword energy is as vast as the ocean, where it passes, mountains, rocks, ice and snow, Everything was crushed into powder and wiped out.

Thousands of swords collided with each other, and the sound of the swords was loud and turbulent, and it was heard far away on the Tianshan Mountain.

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, lightly stroked the ten fingers of both hands, and then clenched into fists. Following his fist, a majestic, powerful, powerful, and fierce Qi filled the surroundings instantly, spreading over The whole body is empty, and the eyes are even more red, like two rising red flames, and the scalding breath spreads in all directions, turning the frost and snow into torrential rain.

Looking at the torrent of sword energy behind Murong Longcheng, his eyes were scorching, and the true energy around him gradually condensed into substance, like a huge ball of fire wrapping around his body, and he said in a loud voice: "Come here soon!"

Murong Longcheng was no longer as gawkish as before, but his eyes were a little more calm and steady. When the tip of the sword was turned, the torrent of sword energy instantly seemed to be drawn, and they all pointed at Chen Zhuo. refer to.

"Boy, take the sword!"

As soon as the sharp sound fell, thousands of swords were wrapped in the cold wind and frost, and turned into a mighty white torrent, separated from the sky and the earth, rushing towards Chen Zhuo like a long river, threatening to destroy the world Potential.

coming.

Chen Zhuo's feet sank, as if rooted in the ground, as stable as Mount Tai, the smile on his face faded, and then his arms crossed in front of his body, the zhenqi outside his body became more intense, and the red light flowed, making him look like a Vulcan.

See you then.

"Boom boom boom..."

Water and fire clashed, the torrent of sword energy was already four feet away from Chen Zhuo in the blink of an eye, and collided with the body-protecting true energy, like thunder and fire, the ice swords shattered one after another.

The rest of the energy was scattered, leaving shocking sword marks criss-crossing on the ground, and the ground was full of broken soldiers and broken swords.

The hustle and bustle is everywhere, Murong Longcheng draws the sword with the sword, and he is becoming more and more crazy, thinking that he became famous at the end of the Five Dynasties, ruled the world, and has no opponent, but today he suffered a big loss here, how can he give up.

But the fire between the earth and the earth is still the same, just like the ever-burning fire in the dark night, and it is like a brilliant sun falling into the world.

What kind of evil kung fu did this kid practice?
Murong Longcheng was also aggrieved. In the past, he was invincible in "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi", and he was the nemesis of all martial arts in the world. He thought that no matter how good this kid is, there would be no exceptions. If he didn't think about it, it would be as if he was specially here to deal with him. , first of all is the spiritual power, and that domineering, weird fist, with unexpected moves.

It's useless to turn around and move the stars. Coupled with the fact that you underestimate the enemy, you have suffered a loss.

Besides, under the stalemate, Chen Zhuo's body protection zhenqi was slowly shrinking.

Seeing this, Murong Longcheng's murderous intent became stronger, and he raised his remaining energy again. He drew the sword with one hand, and suddenly lifted the sword with the other hand. What he was holding was the snow falling on his head. Using the method of "moving the stars", he borrowed his strength to return his strength, and melted into the sword. In the torrent of air.

However, he didn't want Chen Zhuo's steady figure to retreat backward like catkins.

Murong Longcheng only thought that Chen Zhuo's successor was weak and his death was imminent, but the expression on his face froze and his eyes widened.

But Chen Zhuo touched the ground with one foot, turned the other foot in a circle, clasped both hands, and swiped his right hand in the air. The wind and snow were instantly stirred by a strange force. The torrent of sword energy was introduced into it, and the other hand volleyed to catch it, and then sent it out.

Murong Longcheng then saw the strange move he had made, turned back and attacked him.

Evil door.

He only thinks that his own "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" is the only one in the world, he doesn't think how this person can have similar methods, and it seems to be even more clever.

In a daze, Murong Longcheng wondered if Chen Zhuo stole the Murong family's unique skills.

Moreover, this person's tricks are really endless, it is impossible to guard against, and I don't know how many unique skills he has yet to display.

But it was too late to be dumbfounded, he also flew back a bit, threw the ice sword in his hand, raised his palms with both hands, and drew the remaining sword energy to the front of him with the movement of stars, whirled around, and pushed it out again.

The two torrents collided in the air, and the ice swords were completely shattered, and then disappeared separately.

In the heavy snow that was flying in all directions, Chen Zhuo stepped forward again, but when he rushed over, there was no shadow of Murong Longcheng in place.

A voice came faintly from the wind and snow in the distance.

"Boy, the future is long, it is not suitable to fight again today, let's fight another day."

This person actually retreated.

Chen Zhuo didn't chase after him, he coughed lightly twice, opened his sleeves, passed over his face, there was a puddle of blood in his sleeves, and his face turned pale a lot.

"Ahem... It's really not the idle generation. I'm afraid I still have the energy to spare and I haven't done my best. It seems that I can only wait for the "Nine Suns Divine Art" to reach the ninth level before making any plans."

He calmed down his breath, contracted his body bones, and returned to normal. Then he vaguely glanced at a big rock in the distance, turned around and ran into the snow.

After Chen Zhuo was gone, behind the rock, he saw a figure leaping out and rushing to the other side.

(End of this chapter)