The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 313
The primordial spirit is actually the primordial spirit.

Looking at the erratic phantom in front of him, Murong Fu was horrified, he felt chills all over his body, and his hairs shivered.

The words came out, but the fists fell.

How could Murong Fu just sit and wait for death, he squinted his eyes tightly, endured the shock, wanted to fight back, but this phantom stepped forward, and it was in front of him in an instant, he let out a sharp roar, and stretched out his left hand, it was already thrown out through the air.

In an instant, the air was like a frozen iceberg.

Murong Fu could almost hear his own heartbeat, and his breathing was chaotic, and he didn't dare to move.

There was already a punch between the eyebrows.

This punch had no real energy, no inner strength, and no spiritual thoughts. It looked ordinary, and it landed lightly on the center of his eyebrows. Then it fell for a moment, and the golden shadow seemed to be difficult to get rid of the body, and turned into a golden light, withdrawing into the body.

Murong Fu was terrified, cold sweat broke out from his temples, but when he rolled his eyes, he realized that he was not injured at all, his facial features twitched, he laughed maniacally, and sneered darkly: "It turns out that it's just playing tricks, it's not useful , in that case, it's my turn."

Chen Zhuo stood on the spot with his eyes shaking, as if he was still feeling the feeling of the soul being separated from his body before. Looking at Murong Fu's crazy posture, he put his hands on his sleeves and said in a low voice: "Since you are here, I'll give you a chance."

"Hey hey, then you have to pick it up!"

Murong Fu's expression was even more sinister and cruel. What he couldn't stand the most was Chen Zhuo's disapproving tone, as if everything was underestimated. When he closed his hands in the sky, the sword energy in his hand immediately cut and skyrocketed. The top of the stone palace was chopped off from the middle, and it seemed like a huge blood-colored sword stood up between the sky and the earth, shaking its finger at the sky.

There was no slightest hesitation, Murong Fu's murderous intent was extremely strong at this moment, seeing Chen Zhuo standing still, he seemed to really want to catch him, with a long roar, he jumped into the air, and swung his arms down.

"kill!"

The bloody sword energy fell from the sky, and the terrifying sword marks ran through the stone hall from the beginning to the end, splitting land into sea, splitting heaven and earth.

The wind and frost hit his face, feeling the fierce murderous intent and sword aura coming, Chen Zhuo loosened the five fingers of his right fist, and suddenly saw a mass of red light gushing out from the palm of his hand. The mass of red light spread out to the outside of the body in an instant, enveloping it.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sword energy slashed down and landed on the red light, just like hitting a shield with a spear. After a few breaths of stalemate, the surroundings of the stone hall were all affected by the remaining energy, the ground cracked, the rocks shattered, and the hustle and bustle rose everywhere.

"kill!"

Listen to the screaming sound again.

In the turmoil of the chaos, two figures burst out of the sky, like two streams of light, swept out of the palace, stepped through the cliffs, and flew vertically between the snow-capped mountains. One was green and the other was red, blue like flowing clouds, red like blood mist, Going to the sky and entering the earth, shocking the world.

The stone palace collapsed suddenly, Murong Fu's hair was disheveled, he used his fingers as a sword, and his canthus was completely shattered; in front of him, Chen Zhuo faced the enemy face to face, flying upside down, black and white hair brushed in front of him, and his green shirt fluttered like flying in the sky. ferry.

Looking at the person who is close at hand, Murong Fu pointed his sword straight at him, but the two of them seemed to be within reach, but they were still hard to reach.

Chen Zhuo didn't parry or fight back, his eyes were flat and he said: "One move has passed, you are defeated."

Murong Fu laughed loudly and said: "I'm defeated? Hahaha, you can only back down, you can't resist, you deserve to be called me..."

As soon as the word "I" fell, his complexion suddenly turned sharply, and the pair of pupils in the eye sockets couldn't help turning sharply, and suddenly a cluster of inconspicuous flames ignited in the place where Gein was punched.

Immediately afterwards, the tendons under Murong Fu's skin began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the color of fire flowed and spread throughout the body.

"Ah!" Murong Fu was startled and felt that something was wrong, his body sank sharply, and he landed on the wasteland, but when he opened his mouth, he let out a scream, and fire gushed out of his mouthpiece, "What kind of kung fu are you doing?"

Chen Zhuo also fell down and stood a few steps away, with ripples in his eyes, he said softly: "This fire energy is not fueled by plants and trees, but by human essence. It burns when touched, in other words, burns life's vitality...I never thought before that the energy produced by the "Nine Suns Divine Art" would be transformed into such a means."

Murong Fu still wanted to use his kung fu to resist, but the more energy he circulated in his body, the more crazily his fire energy became, and within a breath, the blood in his mouth seemed to be boiling.

Unimaginable pain burned every inch of his body, and Murong Fu cried out: "Ah, why, why did I get this magic skill and meet you again, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled..."

Chen Zhuo exhaled lightly, and said quietly: "Don't you understand yet? Your magic art is made from human essence, and my method is designed to overcome this skill. Many things start from the fact that you saw this magic art. The time has come."

At this moment, Murong Fu was completely stunned, he seemed to have forgotten the pain and returned to his original nature, looked at Chen Zhuo, his eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and hissed: "You arranged all of this? "

Chen Zhuo sighed: "It's not me, but it's also me. It doesn't matter who gets this magic skill, because they are all destined to fall at my feet."

Seeing Murong Fu start to struggle again, Chen Zhuo stretched out his hand and pressed on the opponent's celestial cap.

Seeing this situation, Murong Fu wanted to fight back when he was about to die. He clasped Chen Zhuo's wrists with both hands, his eyes spewed fire, and he said through gritted teeth, "Even if I die, I will never make it easier for you."

Chen Zhuo's right hand remained motionless, his expression was calm, and he didn't answer. The ice-like imprint between his brows suddenly lit up. In an instant, Murong Fu felt that the boiling essence in his body was pulled out of his body by the big hand above his head. Like water breaking a bank.

And the imprint between Chen Zhuo's eyebrows became brighter and brighter, it was Yu Linglong.

"Ah, you..." Murong Fu's heart was really ashamed, he was extremely desperate, and he was even more shocked. He seemed to suddenly understand why everything ended like this. Feeling the rapid loss of essence in his body, he died. Staring at Chen Zhuo's eyes, he laughed hysterically and extremely strangely, "Okay, I'm only convinced of you now, it turns out...you are the real devil in the world...I can already foresee you Huangquan Luyao, Chen Zhuo, I am waiting for you in the underworld..."

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyes and said casually: "What kind of gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas, winners and losers, but winners and losers, gangsters are dead...then you just watch from below and see how I keep winning down."

The hatred in Murong Fu's eyes seemed to be aroused by Chen Zhuo again, his eyes opened sharply, and he opened his mouth to growl: "Chen..."

But as soon as he uttered a word, his body also collapsed like those emaciated corpses, ignited into a ball of fire under Chen Zhuo's palm, scattered in the wind, and there was no ashes left in a blink of an eye.

Withdrawing his right hand, he took a deep look at the ashes flying towards the mid-air, Chen Zhuo flew back, really coming quickly, leaving erratically, after a few ups and downs, his figure was already far away in the sky, and disappeared without a trace in the long roar.

This battle seemed thrilling, but in fact, from the moment he rushed to fight Murong Fu, to the time he finished his battle and retired, it was just a short cup of tea, and with one successful move, he immediately traveled hundreds of miles away.

(End of this chapter)