The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 315 The decisive battle in Huashan ([-])

The war period is imminent, and there is no need to talk about the process.

Thirteen days later.

"Lianfeng's sky is not full of feet, and the withered pine hangs upside down and leans against the cliff."

On the steep and dangerous mountain road, two figures are walking lightly, moving on the cliff, their feet are like walking on the flat ground, like flying immortals in the mountains.

Looking at the continuous peaks in the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Zhuo couldn't help admiring.

Thinking about it carefully, since he stepped into this room, he seems to have never had a good look at it.

Beside her is Wu Xingyun, who is dressed in fluttering white clothes and walks side by side, her yin and yang qi are blended with each other, her already beautiful temperament has a little bit of coldness, and she also got a pair of unusual hands, the adventure is great, and the realm is also high .

Chen Zhuo stepped across the void, flying like the wind as if he noticed something. He turned around and looked into Wu Xingyun's clear eyes.

The two looked at each other, Wu Xingyun didn't dodge like before, but looked directly at him, and said calmly: "Those people in this battle must join forces to have a chance of winning."

Chen Zhuo tipped his toes, and rested on a dwarf pine branch that grew across the wall, looking back at the distant land of the world behind him, and said: "It's too early to say anything about the odds before we fight, and besides, I and I Murong Fu borrowed the essence from Yu Linglong in the first battle, otherwise the detachment of the soul would be enough to consume most of the vitality in my body, maybe I would lose my energy and die in advance."

As he was talking, he suddenly changed his subject and said softly, "I don't plan to use Yu Linglong in this battle. Before I leave, I will take the essence out of it and give it to you. It is enough for you to use."

In the past few months, Chen Zhuo traveled all over the world, and nearly [-]% of the people in the Jianghu who practiced magic skills died in his hands, and the energy in Yu Linglong had also accumulated to an astonishing level.

But even though all of this was left by someone surnamed Chen, he really couldn't believe it.He is pursuing power, but this kind of power that is easily obtained, not owned by himself, and faked by other things really makes him unable to feel pleasure.

He didn't blindly pursue strength either. To be precise, what Chen Zhuo enjoyed was the process of pursuing strength, the sense of realism of becoming stronger step by step, feeling various things, and colliding with flesh and blood.

He is destined to live longer than others and experience more than others, which naturally means making choices different from others.

Things that are too easy to get will make people feel cheap. Only when you have really suffered, sweated, and step by step from nothing to the top at the end. Let a person achieve unprecedented satisfaction.

It's like a person who can't even hold a knife steadily. After practicing hard day and night, he can finally dance a set of knife skills, fast and accurate. The joy is indescribable.

Maybe there are too many unknowns in this process, but if there are no challenges, how can we be happy.

And Chen Zhuo longed for this kind of satisfaction.

Especially if he walks alone, with no relatives, no reason, no worries, and can only put all his feelings on this road, then he can't make a mistake.

Otherwise, one day in the future, there will be no one and nothing to satisfy him. At that time, his achievements may be exhausted, and he will turn from sentient to merciless.

Wu Xingyun didn't refuse, just said: "Okay, I will go to you."

While the two were talking, they jumped up again, raised their spirits, and went straight to the top.

There are people on the top of the mountain.

Duan Siping and the blue-robed literati were each sitting cross-legged on a rock, facing the wind and clouds, looking down at the mountains, seeing that it was Chen Zhuo, they each opened their eyes and looked at Wu Xingyun. The qi mechanism is obscure, like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water, surrounded by clouds and mountains and mists, it can't help showing a bit of strangeness, and then they all closed their eyes again to raise their spirits.

I couldn't enjoy the battle that day, so it's hard to say today.

Chen Zhuo and I wanted to see each other, so we picked a place and sat on the ground, waiting for the others to arrive.

Another three days.

At the turn of morning and evening, two figures came from the sky, cut through the sea of ​​clouds, bathed in the morning brilliance, and shrouded in a golden light.

But it was Xiaoyaozi and Wuyazi.

"Master!"

"Xingyun, you're here too." Xiaoyaozi was relieved when he saw Wu Xingyun's vigor turned upside down, "It's good to be here."

This person's realm has actually improved a little bit, and his voice has returned to a unique one, which has reached the fusion of gods and demons.

Duan Siping saw that the Xiaoyao School was one of the top three, his eyes were full of splendor, but then he sighed again: "Oh, it's a pity that Jintai didn't go to this unfinished battle, it's a pity."

"Hahaha, what's the regret?" After the words on the front foot, a powerful voice echoed through the sky with the back foot. On the side of the cliff, there was a person flying slowly up. , Juan's situation changed, "I, Qiao Feng, will fight on behalf of Master Jintai today, so I regret it!"

But seeing this person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, broad palms and a majestic physique, he is Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Sect.

Seeing the heroic appearance of the visitor, his eyes shining brightly, and his extraordinary aura, all the top experts present were probably surprised, and then exclaimed: "Well, it's amazing, it's wonderful, I don't want to see a rising star catch up in today's battle , It is really a pleasure to walk with us."

Another day.

"Immeasurable Blessings, Is it not too late for the poor to come?"

Chen Tuan sat upside down on his donkey and came out of nowhere.

So far, the world is at its peak, and all have arrived.

Not only are they all present, but the neighboring peaks are also full of people from all walks of life; not only the descendants of the Dali Duan family, but also members of the beggar gang, as well as Shaolin monks, and all the experts from all walks of life, all eagerly looking forward to, Watching without blinking.

On a solitary peak, I saw a young man in common clothes standing on a high place, looking at the figures on the top with resolute and indifferent eyes, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the outline of this person's body is somewhat similar to that of Murong Fu Similar to, Mo's hair is tightly tied, a bamboo hat is hanging behind his back, and he holds an ancient sword with a black sheath in his hand, with a dark blue light shining through his eyes.

"My lord, there are so many people here, and we still have a big revenge to avenge, so we should leave earlier."

There were originally two people standing behind the young man, one tall and one short, one old and one young, but they were Xixia masters.

The one who spoke was the old man, with a stooped figure and thin white hair on top, who was on the right side of the young man, with his hands hanging by his side, and his tone of voice was somewhat lukewarm.

The young man looked at Chen Zhuo and said casually without looking back, "Revenge? Who are you avenging for?"

The old man lowered his eyelids and said with a smile, "Of course it's to avenge the Murong family."

Hearing this, the young man turned his head, with doubts in his plain eyes, and asked: "What does the matter of Murong's family have to do with me? Murong Longcheng wants to be the emperor himself, and he wants to be an emperor with future generations, so he will die; as for Murong Fu , insignificant."

The young man on the other side slowly rolled his eyelids, but he had only one eye, and said sharply: "Isn't the blood of the Murong family flowing in your body?"

The young man withdrew his gaze, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me, but it must have happened many years ago, and he also left a lot of money for my lineage to use Recruit and unite with him, but now..."

The old man answered the words with unfriendly eyes: "How is it now?"

An old man and a young man, each of them started their own fights, and their spirits were already raised secretly.

The young man just smiled, suddenly turned the scabbard, and put the long sword in his hand on his right shoulder. Among the electric lights and flints, he heard a "choo" sound, the sound of the sword, and above the solitary peak, a flash of green light appeared like a poisonous dragon circling. However, there was a flash of surprise, and it didn't last for an instant.

The young man looked at Jue Ding again, with the hilt in his hand, the sword still in the sheath, and the long sword on his shoulder, facing the wind and the customs.

The two people behind him stared wide-eyed, a streak of blood slowly emerged on their necks, they fell limply to their knees, the veins on their foreheads twitched violently, and there was only the sound of "ho ho" choking blood from their mouths.

Only then did the young man calmly say: "Now, the Murong family is the Murong family, and my surname is Dugu."

(End of this chapter)