The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 292
Let's talk about Murong Longcheng's sword pointing out in a hurry.

Chen Zhuo lifted his eyelids lightly, but did not move. The golden body of Bodhidharma beside him was shaken suddenly, and the wooden stick in his hand pierced into the wind and snow. As soon as he stirred it, the frost and snow formed a shield, blocking all the wisps of sword energy.

As soon as the wooden stick was lifted, a dragon and a tiger followed closely, the tiger roared and shook the mountains, the dragon's chant shook the sky, followed by Bodhidharma's golden body and aura, and rushed straight to Murong Longcheng.The dragon and the tiger hovered, and two extreme air engines instantly sucked it into it, soaring several feet into the air, and exploded in the air.

During this gap, Chen Zhuo glanced at the fierce battles, and suddenly looked not far away with weird eyes, but saw that Wu Yazi encountered a strange thing, he also met an opponent, the opponent was not a living person, but A donkey that jumped out halfway.

People are all tigers, but this is a donkey.

The donkey held in its mouth the old ginseng that Chen Tuan was fishing just now, the sound of "Yeah" changed, Wu Yazi stood up in front of Wu Yazi's strange eyes, and spit.

This is really going to be refined.

In mid-air, Murong Longcheng fell down without any injury.

He stared at Chen Zhuo expressionlessly, walked towards the other side, and said softly: "Boy, no matter who you are, if you and I join forces in this battle, I will share half of the world with you, and we will share."

Right now, in Shaolin Temple, there are masters from Xixia, Tubo, and Daliao, and they are all extraordinary figures. If they can take this opportunity to form an alliance, they can carve up the Great Song Dynasty. When the world is in chaos, he can also take advantage of the situation. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. .

"You may as well tell you that I have been planning for many years, not only the Murong family, but also a few disciples, established a sect, established a sect, made a lord and worshiped a general, and now Song, Liao, Tubo, and Xixia all have my eyes and ears , the difference is just a timing, just wait for a wave of arms, and you can crack the earth and become king."

Chen Zhuo also walked towards the other end, he didn't say anything, it was already an answer.

There was no joy or anger on Murong Longcheng's face, but he raised his feet, and with every step he landed, the aura of his body became stronger. His originally light body gradually became heavy and slow, and his tall and straight figure could be seen to be burly to the naked eye. , an extremely terrifying sense of oppression quietly diffused.

He's actually proficient in physical abilities.

Chen Zhuo looked at it with scorching eyes, and wondered, "Could it be that this is the 'Diamond Sect' Dharma-protecting magical skill that Chen Tuan mentioned?"

"Yes!" Murong Longcheng stretched his fists and feet, and responded very casually, but the next moment he suddenly became angry, and with a dodge, he directly passed the golden body of Bodhidharma, clasped his big hand in the air, and said with a grinning smile, " Then you go to die!"

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhuo seemed to be caught off guard, a flash before his eyes, and a gust of wind hit his face. Murong Longcheng had already carried his head and flew a few steps, and pressed heavily on a mountain wall, and his whole body was embedded in it.

"My deity has worked so hard for so many years, do you really think I only have that little strength?"

Murong Longcheng's murderous aura is now raging, he doesn't know if it's hatred or anger, or he is laughing wildly, his face is almost distorted.

It's just that he didn't stop laughing, and words suddenly sounded from the buttoned face, extremely calm, "Okay, that's what makes sense... Hahahahahaha!"

But with the laughter, the calmness instantly shattered and turned into wild laughter.

Suddenly a strong wind came from behind, Murong Longcheng's expression changed slightly, he withdrew his right hand, shrank back, avoided the attack of Bodhidharma's golden body, and looked at the figure embedded in the stone wall with seriousness and surprise.

Chen Zhuo's whole body was filled with a layer of red qi, and his eyes glowed red, like two raging flames.

He was not damaged at all, his hands and feet trembled, he was squeezed out from the mountain wall, a hot breath spread out like a furnace, the wind and snow only reached the top of Chen Zhuo's head, less than two feet away, it evaporated and disappeared without a trace.

"What kind of kung fu are you doing?" Murong Longcheng asked.

Chen Zhuo's feet were hanging in the air, his toes were on the ground, but he didn't see any movement, his body was already sticking to the ground, as if being pushed by the wind and snow, he slid towards Murong Longcheng.

The golden body of Bodhidharma on the side moved in unison, and the two figures moved side by side, shifting and exchanging, unable to tell the truth from reality.

Murong Longcheng took a few steps back when he saw this, his breath sank in his dantian, his eyes flashed, his breath was lifted forcefully, he clasped his palms in vain, but seeing the wind and snow beside him gathered in front of him like two torrents, he just pushed his palms away, The fluffy snow petals instantly condensed into one, thick as a mountain, and turned into a huge snowball, leaving a thick and deep black mark on the ground wherever it passed.

Pushing out with a palm, Murong Longcheng followed, the strong wind rushed behind him, the sleeves of his clothes rolled up, and he pushed the snowball towards Chen Zhuo with a powerful palm force.

"Death!"

"Good come!"

Instead of retreating, Chen Zhuo advanced, leaned down, and sent his palms away, he also went straight to meet him, the brilliance in his eyes soared.

The two sides seemed to shake Yue Qingtian, with two extremely domineering strengths, they collided brazenly with a "bang".

The snowball shattered in an instant, turning into frosty mist.

When the two palms touched, their fists and feet moved.

Chen Zhuo rubbed and drew his left hand, and the energy under his palm formed into a spin, he took his right hand, bent his elbow and thrust his right hand into his chest.

Murong Longcheng looked ferocious, he pushed the palm with his left hand, rubbed his body with the palm, pressed an elbow, his right hand turned into a knife, broke free from the bondage, retracted and entered, and slashed into Chen Zhuo's chest.

Chen Zhuo saw that he missed, so his left hand turned into a fist, and he punched out.

The two figures are separated at a touch.

Murong Longcheng raised his right hand, blood dripped from his fingertips, and he looked at Chen Zhuo with complacent eyes.

It's just that his expression froze suddenly, looking at the fist marks on his chest, a little bit of bright red suddenly dripped from his nostrils, his face couldn't help but look ugly.

Chen Zhuo punched the air with his left fist, he didn't even look at the cut mark on his chest, the wound squirmed lightly, and closed again in a blink of an eye.

"Small skills... Today I will let you see my martial arts scene, and see my confidence to lead the world and fight against the heroes alone."

With four eyes facing each other, Chen Zhuoman swung his left fist horizontally, smashing the golden body of Bodhidharma beside him.

Just when Murong Longcheng was puzzled, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wind and dust shattered by the golden body, which condensed without collapsing. It fluttered around and landed on Chen Zhuo, as if wanting to merge with it and become one. one.

Murong Longcheng waited intently, his breath raised secretly, the wind and snow behind him seemed to be torn by a huge force, just waiting for luck, he stared sharply, but saw the wind and dust gathering behind Chen Zhuo, which was unusually visible to the naked eye The change.

"This...this is?"

The wind and dust quickly reshaped and turned into two thick and knotted arms, which rose from the shoulders from the virtual to the real, and the ten fingers were exposed.

Not only that, there are two other arms protruding from under Chen Zhuo's ribs, as if rooted in muscles and bones, made of flesh and blood, solidified; first the arms, then the forearms, then the wrists, finger joints, and even the nails. No omissions, every detail is shown, as if real.

Blinking for a few breaths, and then focusing again, Murong Longcheng looked at the stalwart figure with six arms in front of him, feeling the mental shock like a raging wave, and couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

Chen Zhuo tore off his outer robe and moved his six arms in unison. Not only did he not feel any abruptness, but there was an unprecedented coordination.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and his eyes shone strangely. With one hand erected in front of his chest, he looked up to the sky and chanted: "God and I are one, Ning!"

With one thought, a strange force is instantly added to his body to stabilize his body and spirit.

The two pairs of arms that were originally condensed by Bodhidharma's golden body instantly joined Chen Zhuo's body, as if they had become a whole, without each other. They were originally dead things made of dust, but now that the thought fell, there was a kind of The texture of flesh and blood.

Not only is it as alive as flesh and blood, but it can also mobilize strange energy.

With six arms moving together, Chen Zhuo's whole body was hot, his breath was flowing, his shoulders were stretched, his muscles and bones were exploding, and he walked towards Murong Longcheng step by step, with red flames churning in his eyes, full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)