The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 316 Decisive Battle at Mount Hua ([-])

The eighth day of April.

The sea of ​​clouds is churning, the sea of ​​fog is generating waves, the mighty morning wind blows over the mountains, and the violent waves rise one after another, with endless strange appearances.

On the tops of the mountains, the people in the martial arts forest who had been waiting for a long time stared at each other, not daring to be distracted, even if they were exhausted, they did not want to miss the strongest battle in the world.

With the first light of the sky and the rising sun, a ray of morning light cuts down from the sky like a sword like a rafter, piercing through the world.

The boundless sea of ​​clouds is rendered into a golden ocean in an instant, in which there are hidden mirages, restaurants and inns, long streets and narrow alleys, and small servants, traffickers and pawns, all of which are vivid and lifelike.

The time has come.

Duan Siping couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes for a moment, two bright lights burst out from his pupils, turned into sword energy, and shot straight at Chen Zhuo, who was as immobile as a mountain.

Chen Zhuo didn't move, but a red glow appeared outside his body, blocking the sword energy out.

He also opened his eyes, and said bluntly: "The secret of ascension in the daylight is difficult to say, but it is simple to say. When the cultivation base reaches a certain climate, the inner and outer heavens and earth are connected. At this point, we should be able to understand the principles of heaven. Heaven and earth still have limitations, and this limitation determines the limit of martial arts here."

Wu Yazi stood up and asked, "How to break this limitation?"

Chen Zhuo said with a smile: "As an ordinary martial artist, you have broken through the limitations here. In the past, the martial arts ideas and the principles of heaven taught by people named Chen are different from those here. Each of you has gained something, and you have achieved today's climate. Now there is only one final step left.”

He raised his hand to invite: "Just fight to your heart's content, please!"

"Okay, Qiao is going to meet everyone." Qiao Feng roared, strode forward, raised his palms with both hands, and immediately flew sand and rocks around him, and was wrapped by the terrifying palm force, circling like a dragon, "Look at the palms !"

He roared with the same hand, bent his arms and turned, and the dragon-like vigor around him suddenly spun around him.

Raise both palms again, Qingtian pushes.

That energy was like a dragon soaring into the sky, straight up to the sky, the sound of the dragon's chant resounded through the mountains, and then the energy suddenly dispersed, turned into dozens of strands, and descended from the sky, the dragons wreaked havoc and shocked hundreds of miles.

Boom boom boom...

Above the summit, there was a continuous explosion of palm force all of a sudden.

This palm suddenly enveloped all the people present.

Wu Xingyun snorted coldly, opened his tightly closed eyes suddenly, Bai Hong's palm twisted and turned smoothly, pushed and released again and again, turning into several white rainbows piercing through the wind and clouds, blocking all the remaining power of terror in front of him.

Qiao Feng pushed out his palm and wanted to strike again, but Wu Xingyun took the lead, swung his sleeves, and flew out, both palms followed the momentum, but suddenly there was a strange light flashing by the two strange marks on her palm, Cold and hot, two strange palm strengths swept across the top instantly.

Qiao Feng raised his palms to parry, and the moment his palms collided, there was a thunderclap on the flat ground, both of their feet sank, the rocks cracked, the momentum was terrifying.

Looking closer, Qiao Feng's eyebrows and eyelashes were actually covered with a layer of frost and ice slag visible to the naked eye, and then his expression froze, a chill spread all over his body, and he was frozen on the spot.

What a terrible cold skill.

Even Wu Yazi and Xiaoyaozi looked sideways.

But the ice was only sealed for half a moment, and the ice sculpture rattled, cracks spread, and then exploded.

Qiao Feng's expression was cold and dignified, he appeared for a moment, clasped the five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed it with one hand, but it was the "Dragon Capturing Kung Fu", with a big hand, Wu Xingyun suddenly felt as if he was being torn apart by an invisible force.

Instead of retreating, she moved forward, turning her body around, clasping her five fingers inwards, and urging her sharp claws, a chilling force burst through the air, it was Li Qiushui's ghost claws.

Now it is made by her treacherous and unreasonable hands, and it is even more insidious.

The claw shadow tore through the air, directly attacking Qiao Feng's vital points.

Seeing these two people fighting together, Chen Zhuo suddenly looked at Chen Tuan and Duan Siping, together with the blue-robed scribe with the broken arm, Xiaoyaozi and Wuyazi, laughed loudly, and his figure floated up into the air , like a spinning top, with his arms outstretched, he has already passed in front of everyone.

With a flash of his body, his figure seemed to change from one to another, and there was an extra Chen Zhuo in front of everyone, and it was not a dead thing, but moving; , each one is different, as if they have their own ideas, evolve their own kung fu, and attack everyone.

"it is good!"

"Good trick!"

"offend!"

……

No one dared to be negligent, they tried their best to resist.

"Keep your mind in shape? Good!" Duan Siping looked at the phantom in front of him, sword aura shot out from his body, he pinched his fingers with each hand, and pointed at everyone, and suddenly saw dozens of terrifying sword auras The streamer flew down, scattered in all directions, and shot at everyone, "Haha, look at the sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow in front of him suddenly flashed, with a subtle expression, and a soft groan burst out from his sleeves. Chen Zhuo blinked suddenly, and then his smile turned into a sinister look. With a "crack" sound, a lone moon lit up in the sky. A sword-like light.

The knife was so fast, the light of the knife suddenly appeared, and when it spun around, Duan Siping felt a chill on his neck, he turned his wrists and fingers, and suddenly saw a layer of swords around him.

"Ding!"

As soon as the light of the knife fell, it landed on the flesh and blood body, just like metal and iron hitting each other.

Duan Siping suddenly jumped up, his whole body was as straight as a sword, he shuttled back and forth around Chen Zhuo, interweaving a huge sword net in the air, like a swooping falcon, constantly hitting the prey in his eyes .

Standing on the ground, Chen Zhuo didn't move at all, the pure yang energy outside his body was like a raging flame, even though Duan Siping used all his methods, he still remained motionless.

But at this moment, suddenly hearing the sound of wind and thunder, a wisp of vigorous sword shadow pierced the air, it came lightly, but it was fast and hasty, the sword shadow crossed the sky, it was actually a wooden sword, three feet long, The blade of the sword is slightly charcoal black, with three fingers wide. It looks ordinary, but when the blade trembles, it is accompanied by the sound of thunder.

The tip of the sword fell in an instant, and it was already three feet in front of Chen Zhuo, breaking through his pure yang energy, and was still advancing inch by inch.

Under Chen Zhuo's surprised gaze, the wooden sword seemed to be a little slow, but the sword's momentum was still flowing, and it reached his heart in an instant.

"Good sword!"

Chen Zhuo sighed in admiration, turned sideways, pressed and pressed with both hands.

In an instant, everything in front of him seemed to be in a quagmire, even the flying wooden sword was slowed down.

Chen Zhuo raised his breath in his mouth, his feet spun around, his figure changed as fast as a ghost, but the flying sword beside him was biting like a poisonous snake, galloping without falling, like a gangrene attached to a bone, spinning around sharply.

I don't know how this sword is made, it looks like a wooden sword, but it is extremely sharp and powerful.

However, Chen Zhuo felt an extremely strong spiritual thought from it, which was extremely pure. He thought that Chen Tuan tempered the sword day and night with his spiritual thoughts, and poured his sword intent into it, so that the lightning strikes the tree like a magical arrow, just like the sad little arrow. .

But he couldn't move more than two punches, and out of the corner of his eye, Chen Zhuo saw an extra figure in front of him, behind him, left and right beside him.

But Wuyazi, Xiaoyaozi, Duan Siping, and the blue-robed scribe have already entered at some point, blocking all directions, and there is a lonely wooden sword above their heads, this is to join forces to fight against him.

Chen Zhuo's cheeks trembled, he was not surprised but happy, he simply stopped avoiding, his feet sank, and slowly lifted off the ground, he floated up into the air, his long hair was standing on end, his eyes were red, and a wave rose in his body Extremely strong fire, the whole person seems to be hotter than the sun that day.

His eyes welled up, and he looked around everyone, "Come on!"

(End of this chapter)