The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 294 Cannibalism
"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

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As the frozen corpses fell one after another in the snow, Chen Zhuo just looked at Murong Longcheng.

It's just that there are only corpses left on the ground, and there is no trace of Murong Longcheng.

Chen Zhuo frowned and said nothing, his eyes turned sharply, and he scanned the surroundings like a cold lightning. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the northwest. He grasped it with his right hand, and a ball of hot and fiery energy quickly condensed in his palm, turning into an invisible Arrow.

"go with!"

With five fingers loosened, the invisible arrow immediately pierced through the air and fell into the snow.

"Hey hey hey, sure enough I saw you right."

At this moment, a deafening laugh sounded from behind Chen Zhuo.

He turned his head to look back, but saw a figure slowly walking out of the snow.

The person who came was carrying an iron spear on his shoulders, his long hair fluttered wildly, a pair of thin cheeks like a sick ghost flushed strangely, his eyes burst out with brilliance, and his eyes were soaring, like an unrivaled madman.

"Golden Terrace lost?"

After Chen Zhuo asked this question, he felt a little regretful. Since Li Cunxiao was able to come to him, he naturally won.

Li Cunxiao bared his teeth and grinned, his teeth were scarlet, it was bloodstains, it seemed that he was not unscathed.

While looking at Chen Zhuo up and down, he replied: "Golden Terrace is really good. Even in the year when there were so many arrogant people and bright stars, there were very few people who could take my ten moves. All of these people are giants in the world, martial arts Master, he can compete with me for 59 strokes before seeing defeat, which is not a disgrace to the name of the top."

Such a result is not surprising to Chen Zhuo, the Jintai monk has only achieved a hundred years of achievements, this Li Cunxiao has acquired the method of immortality, I am afraid that the confidence accumulated is unimaginable.

Li Cunxiao paced and said: "It's not important to me to fly in the daytime or something. In my life, I have been on the battlefield and there are no enemies. All I lack is an opponent. I have waited for so many years, just for a hearty battle. Today, I have no points." Right or wrong, if you are capable, you can kill me, but if you are inferior, you will die."

What he said was unabashed.

Who would have thought that this person was actually a martial idiot, a martial lunatic.

After Li Cunxiao finished speaking in one breath, he took a deep look at Chen Zhuo and continued to smile: "Actually, just like Murong Longcheng's obsession to become emperor, I also have an obsession; I did this because of one person. That person surnamed Chen, if I am undefeated by this person, I am not really invincible. If I am not defeated by this person, I will not be able to soar in the daylight willingly. Since you are inextricably linked with him, let's fight on his behalf today .”

Chen Zhuo looked at the demon-like madman in front of him, and finally felt an unprecedented sense of oppression in his heart.

This person's strength may have reached an unimaginable level.

What's more, he noticed that Li Cunxiao's stature hadn't developed yet, his energy hadn't reached its peak, yet he hadn't tried his best and still had reservations.

"Ahem, benefactor Li, the poor monk has not yet been defeated!"

But just as the two faced each other from a distance, a light cough came suddenly.

The Jintai monk, in tattered green clothes, lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, and walked out with palms together.

Li Cunxiao was not surprised but pleased when he saw it, he raised his iron spear, pointed at the two of them, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's come together!"

……

The other end of the deep snow.

Murong Longcheng was running away, feeling the constant pain of breaking his arm, his face was both pale and hideous.

"Chen Zhuo!"

The hoarse voice was full of resentment, echoing between the heaven and the earth for a long time.

Seeing that the people deployed behind him didn't catch up, Murong Longcheng's feet were faster and more anxious, and he didn't stop.

But not far away, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, like a thorn in his back, like a pimple in his throat, he couldn't help but feel horrified, feeling bad.

Turning around, Murong Longcheng's pupils closed suddenly, but he saw an invisible arrow galloping towards him, it was already in front of his eyes, he let out a long roar, flew back, and at the same time endured the pain of breaking his arm, he pointed his finger into the air without hesitation Point it out, the sword energy pierces through the air, and the arrow is directly greeted.

It's a pity that most of the power of the original strange move has been lost due to the serious injury of the body, and when he stretched out his finger, he failed steadily, and his feet plowed the ground backwards.

Even though Murong Longcheng gritted his teeth and tried his best, he still had no life left. He was about to be pierced to death by an arrow. He didn't want a ray of sword energy to fly across and intercept the invisible arrow.

The figure of the person who came was erratic, he flitted into the air, he was as light as a swallow, and when he landed close to him, he saw that it was Murong Bo.

Murong Longcheng was overjoyed when he saw it, and hurriedly said: "It's you? It's just in time, where is the Wuji elixir? But you got it? Give it to me quickly."

Murong Bo gave a "hmm", took out a very delicate and small medicine bottle from his bag and handed it over.

Murong Longcheng eagerly took the medicine bottle, but when he saw the green and red pills in the medicine bottle, he suddenly swallowed hard, exhaled deeply, and said with pretended concern on his face: "Fu'er took it before." Is this medicine out?"

Murong Bo's eyelids trembled slightly, and a gloomy and cold light flashed indistinctly in his eyes, he replied: "The scene was chaotic just now, I only grabbed two, in case the medicine might not be effective enough, I brought them all for you."

Hearing this, Murong Longcheng turned his eyes away from the two pills little by little, then stopped the bleeding from his severed arm, changed the subject, and said, "Leave this right and wrong first, those people are fighting endlessly now, and both will suffer , as long as I recover my energy, hum, no one can escape my grasp alive."

Immediately, the two rushed like chasing the wind and the moon, and they didn't stop until they reached an uninhabited house at the foot of Shishi Mountain.

The moment Murong Longcheng heaved a sigh of relief, Murong Bo, who was half a step behind him, suddenly rose up violently, threw out his hands in his sleeves, and the powerful vajra palms fell on his back with the force of his palms.

Murong Bo's eyes showed a ruthless look, he almost exhausted all his strength in this palm, only trying to succeed with one move.

Who would want to push it out with a palm, Murong Longcheng seemed to have been on guard for a long time, the red robe swelled with a "huh", as if a ball of cotton was stuffed underneath, his face was livid and ugly, and turned gloomy like water, but soon disappeared. expression.

The air was so strong that the whole courtyard was filled with flying snow.

Murong Longcheng turned his head slowly, looked at Murong Bo's sinister eyes, and said with a sneer, "Okay, as expected of a descendant of the Murong family, all blood is full of conspiracies and plots."

Looking at each other, Murong Bo said coldly: "To each other, I learned this from you."

One palm failed to accomplish any merit, Murong Bo moved his left arm with energy, stepped heavily on his right foot, his old face tensed up instantly, the stalemate palm force exploded in an instant, the sound of "bang" was like thunder, and the two retreated a few steps each.

Murong Longcheng said indifferently: "It seems that you already know."

Murong Bo's eyes turned red in an instant, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You have deceived us so badly, but you still keep saying that you are inheriting the legacy of our ancestors, it's really ridiculous."

Murong Longcheng's eyes were blank, and he asked with a puzzled face: "Joke? Are you worthy of talking to me like this? You forgot that the Murong family's existence today depends entirely on me alone. Without me, how could you be here today?" Everything? How come the Murong family's reputation is so high? Hmph, can I not be regarded as the ancestor of the Murong family?"

The sky was full of wind and snow, Murong Bo was in the snow, looking at the ancestor he admired so much in front of him, he said in a hateful voice: "But you are doing it for your own selfishness. Since you, all the heads of the Murong family have done their best for the great wish. Heart, give up everything, but in the end, it's all a scam."

Murong Longcheng seemed to be unable to see Murong Bo's expression, nor could he hear the other party's voice. Standing in the snow, he calmly said: "What's the difference between one's own selfishness and a family's great wish? If I succeed, I will ascend to heaven alone, and Murong The family will also become the royal family, and Murong's children are even relatives of the emperor, so what a scam."

Murong Bo squinted his long and narrow eyes, and suddenly laughed, his shoulders trembled as he laughed, he leaned back and forth, and said with a smile: "I thought I was despicable and shameless enough, but I never thought there would be someone more despicable than me in the world." , or the ancestor of my Murong family, what an irony; what a pity, now that you have lost your arm and are seriously injured, and most of your buried secrets have been lost, let alone proclaim yourself emperor, you may not even be able to do it if you cannot protect yourself."

Murong Longcheng's always calm and calm expression finally couldn't be maintained anymore, he smiled sinisterly, and said in a deep voice with murderous intent: "It's still okay to kill you."

Murong Bo didn't talk nonsense, he reached out and took out another celadon vial from his bosom, and poured the pills in it into his mouth.

As the zhenqi in his body rose up and became violent, Murong Bo said in an extremely restrained and gloomy voice: "I know, if you don't make a break with you, you will never let it go, and I, Murong's family, will still do it." Played by you in the applause, let me, a junior descendant, come and experience the martial arts myths of my Murong family today, and we... have a vendetta!"

(End of this chapter)