The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 293 Defeating Murong

"Watch out!"

Chen Zhuo smiled coldly, moved his feet, and still kept reminding him, like that haunting voice.

He only took a few steps, but his pace suddenly turned fast,
"boom!"

Hearing a loud explosion, Murong Longcheng's eyes were blank, the wind and snow suddenly turbulent, Chen Zhuo had disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, a ferocious murderous intent struck him, and Murong Longcheng flew forward the moment he noticed it, and roared to the sky. Within ten feet of his body, the sky and the earth suddenly trembled, and thousands of sword qi fell like rain, causing layers of shocks. burst.

He was hanging in the air, his eyes turned sharply, and his mind was agitated. He was looking for Chen Zhuo's trace quickly, but soon realized something, and hurriedly looked up. In the snowstorm, he saw six fists flying down from the sky, which was unimaginable. .

Seeing Chen Zhuo's impassive and indifferent face so close at hand, Murong Longcheng shrank his pupils, let out a loud roar, and raised his palms to greet him.

During the fight, the two fell like meteors, hitting the ground heavily, with a "bang", dust and smoke rose everywhere.

When the hustle and bustle of the riot quickly dissipated, an astonishing scene appeared in the snow.

Chen Zhuo stood proudly on the spot, like a god and demon, with six arms upwards, as if holding the sky, while Murong Longcheng had both hands and feet captured, was held high in the air, still struggling, coughing blood from his mouth.

The breath in Chen Zhuo's chest and abdomen swelled, and the zhenqi in his body was violently raised. The zhenqi around him was as solid as a fire, and the black hair on his head stood on end like flames.

"what!"

He shouted in a deep voice, his eyes widened, and his six arms moved together, as if he wanted to tear Murong Longcheng to pieces on the spot.

Murong Longcheng was originally howling in pain, but the roaring sound suddenly stopped, his breath changed suddenly, his originally tall and straight body turned suddenly, his flesh and blood dimmed, and his apotheosis was completely restrained. For a moment and a half, it seemed to turn into a piece of dead tree and rotten wood. Withered, he became lifeless, without vitality, his burly body shrank suddenly, and he broke free.

Seeing this situation, Chen Zhuo snorted coldly, and immediately sent out a fist, which fell like a mountain, and hit Murong Longcheng's chest impartially.

But this was a heavy blow, and it was a shocking punch, but it didn't have the slightest extraordinary scene, it was more like hitting a piece of wood, with impenetrable strength.

Murong Longcheng was punched in the body, but his burly body was like a dead leaf blowing in the wind, light and slow, turned over and fell in the snow, brushed his chest casually, and sneered.

With a smile on his face, a strong wind came in front of him, and Chen Zhuo flew towards him. He was in mid-air, with all six arms moving, and he said with a sinister smile, "Kurong Chan Gong? I'll let you block it!"

Murong Longcheng's eyes also had murderous intent, he was not able to get to where he is today, not all because of scheming and tricks.If a person wants to become a big weapon and do great things, he must have strong strength as his confidence, and the difference between him and Murong Bo and Murong Fu is that he has the invincible strength first, and then he can inspire people, turn his hands for others. Clouds, the act of covering hands as rain.

Compared to the two incompetent heirs of the Murong family, Murong Longcheng is particularly sober. Even though he has long been invincible, he has been improving his strength all the time. Over the years, he has wandered around, searched the world, and has incarnated countless times. The lives and deaths of countless people were once ordinary, and they joined various sects and sects, and they did their best. They almost included most of the world's martial arts in one person.

He has cultivated a whole body of abilities, he is invincible in martial arts, and unmatched in scheming and strategy. He thinks he is more qualified to be emperor than anyone else.

Now that the time has come for many years of suffering, how can we back down.

"Boy, come on!"

Murong Longcheng's legs were slightly bent, his arms were stretched out, his palms were turned into swords, and with a long howl, a mighty sword intent rushed straight to Xiaohan, his eyes were flickering with sword light, and the frost and snow beside him were all crushed. Push aside.

Looking at Chen Zhuo who was approaching, he turned his palm with one hand, using his arm as the body of the sword, transporting his flesh and blood, he raised his hand and shook it.

"scold!"

An invisible sword energy instantly straddled the two of them, and he shot it out in the air. Wherever it passed, if it could separate the land from the sea, it would leave a terrifying sword mark on the ground, extending straight to Chen Zhuo. cut.

"Thanks to your "Congenital Breaking Body Invisible Sword Qi", I can go one step further. This move was originally reserved for Duan Siping, and I will try it for the first time today." Murong Longcheng took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Zhongnixue, there seems to be a sword energy rushing out of the seven orifices, and it seems to resonate with the heaven and the earth, connecting inside and outside, the eyes are red and said: "I said to kill you, today I must kill you!"

This sword energy is so strong, looking at the strong swordsmen Chen Zhuo has encountered in the past, there are probably very few who can match it.

Looking from a distance, Murong Longcheng only seemed to shake out a few feet long white light, piercing the wind and snow, invisible and qualitative, and even more unparalleled in sharpness.

Chen Zhuo's progress slowed down, his six senses were activated, and he managed to avoid it.

Then he saw that the sword energy remained undiminished, flying straight to a snow peak in the distance, the sword energy passed by silently, and a section of the mountain top had already slipped down.

"Hahaha, kill!"

Murong Longcheng laughed wildly, and shook his left hand again, the wind and snow suddenly parted like waves, another sword energy traversed like stars, approaching Chen Zhuo, the dazzling kung fu was already in front of him.

Chen Zhuo was expressionless, his six arms trembled, and the palms of his hands surged with energy; some of them were filled with golden light, like catching the sun and the moon;

When his hair was in a critical moment, he bent his five fingers and grabbed it with his big hand, and captured the sword energy alive in his hand.

The two powerful forces collided, and Chen Zhuo immediately slid back on the ground, retreating steadily.

It's just that his face soon showed a bit of madness, he let out a tiger roar, stomped on the ground with one foot, stabilized his feet, and stopped retreating, the six palms burst out with vigor, only in Murong Longcheng that gradually solidified In the smile, the sharp and bright sword energy collapsed silently, turned into a cloud of strong wind, kicked up a few circles of dust, and returned to the invisible.

It was hard to accept it.

Murong Longcheng's expression changed wildly, and he roared: "This is impossible!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and shot out another shocking sword energy.

However, as soon as the sword energy left the body, a fist smashed down in the snow curtain, smashing it.

With one punch in front, several other punches flew down.

Murong Longcheng was caught off guard, while he was parrying with both hands, he was punched several times in the chest, he felt that there were shadows of fists covering the sky and covering the sky in all directions, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

He still wanted to repeat the old trick and use the "Kurong Chan Gong" to remove the strength, but in the shadow of heavy fists, a forceful finger hit his heart bit by bit, then kneaded his palm, and went out. With a push, Murong Longcheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, a strange force swept his whole body, his breath dispersed, and he fell backwards.

"Pfft!"

Not only was the trick in his heart, but at the same time Murong Longcheng was flying, his left arm became empty, and a stream of hot blood splashed in the air.

Flicking a severed arm in his hand, Chen Zhuo looked at Murong Longcheng who was staggering up from the ground, and said condescendingly, "Do you know what mistake you made? The biggest mistake you made was to use the martial arts I taught you To deal with me is stupid."

After he finished speaking, he took a big step forward, clenched his fist with his right hand, and shot out like an arrow off the string. In the middle of the body, he had already stretched out an astonishing arc. Life.

It's just that things didn't go as expected, dozens of figures came suddenly in the wind and snow, these people were dressed in different clothes, not only the clothes of Tubo monks, but also the clothes of Khitan and Xixia, and their movements were agile and fast, obviously they were not mediocre .

"Fast back!"

One of them hissed to remind Murong Longcheng, he swung his body and entangled him in a pincer attack.

Chen Zhuo slowed down his attack, frowned, and spat, "You're so fucking careless!"

His eyes were full of killing intent, his six arms moved together, five fingers opened and closed, and suddenly he saw frost and snow in his hands transforming from invisible to tangible, turning into arrows. hand.

All of a sudden, one sees the beautiful blood flowers blooming in the sky.

(End of this chapter)