Fu Shifeng

Chapter 222 Slaying the dragon with bare hands
Cheng Sanwu was indeed very excited. In addition to being infuriated by the Wu Fengchun brew, it was also rare to meet someone who could hone his martial arts skills.

Now Cheng Sanwu's attainments in Yanfeng Sword Technique have entered the fourth level, which is called "Tempering the Soldier".At this point, the sword technique is no longer limited to the weapon in the hand, but the ultimate intention of the sword is integrated into the body, so that as a soldier, even if you are unarmed, you can still slash with the light of the sword.

When he fought against Liu Xuantong at Yongning Temple in Hebei Province, Cheng Sanwu used the blessing of Changqing to gain a brief glimpse of the advanced realm. Although he fell asleep for half a year due to serious injuries, his martial arts did not stand still.

However, in order to progress from "tempering soldiers" to reaching the realm of "hardening the front", we still have to find opportunities from life and death fights.

However, the higher Cheng Sanwu's martial arts skills are, the fewer opponents he has to test himself against. Running into Liu Xuantong is already a rare opportunity.

As for Jianghuai Wulin, except for Gu Lianshan, whom he has never seen before, in the eyes of Cheng Sanwu, these martial arts heroes are all mediocre people who can be easily crushed and rounded, and they are not worthy of being taken seriously by him at all.

Although the iron-backed dragon in front of him was not a martial artist, Cheng Sanwu could feel an extremely powerful vitality. It was a terrifying existence that could only be achieved by seizing the essence of heaven, earth, and the aura of mountains and rivers.Like a glutton, endlessly devouring the nutrients that nourish itself.

This iron-backed dragon does not allow any outsiders to invade its territory. Just lying on the river bed, it exudes a real killing intent, as if it wants to tear Cheng Sanwu into pieces, rip it apart, and swallow it. .

The murderous intentions of both sides met and collided in the turbulent currents. What Cheng Sanwu wanted was this kind of battle without any superfluous purpose. There was only a naked fight to the death, without so much intrigue and insidious calculations.

Raising his voice and shouting, Cheng Sanwu took the lead and took action. He stepped forward and the circle of Gangqi expanded outward again. The flaming current surged violently, forcing large areas of river water to disperse. Water columns and boiling white mist exploded above the river surface.

In the churning water mist, a stream of flame sword light could be seen rising from the ground angrily, and then cut through the turbulent flow in front of it, heading towards the iron-backed dragon.

The iron-backed dragon had no intention of evading. It arched its back slightly, as if it were a small mountain under the water. It opened its mouth wide and let out a low, strange roar, similar to rolling thunder, with a long echo.

As the strange roar came out, a large area of ​​river bed sand stirred up, and a thick mud wall of nearly two feet rose. The flaming sword light penetrated straight into it, like a sharp blade piercing several layers of thick cow leather. The offensive was suddenly frustrated. Greatly sluggish.

Although a few rays of flame sword light broke through the mud wall, the power was greatly reduced, and it struck the iron-backed dragon without even a scratch. It was weaker than rain.

Although this iron-backed dragon has not transformed into a human form, it is by no means as ignorant as a beast. It is obvious that it knows how to resist the enemy's moves and can adapt to changes.

One blow failed, Cheng Sanwu didn't hold back, his body rose up into the air, the flames roared under his feet, like a spiritual official and a general stepping on fire clouds. Everyone on the shore couldn't help but let out a burst of surprise when they saw him appearing.

But Cheng Sanwu had no intention of showing off his acrobatics. He turned around, pointed the blade downward, and stabbed the dragon in the back with the force of a falling star.

Before the blade came, the blazing energy forced the river water away, revealing the rugged green and black back of the dragon, which looked like armor. He then struck it down with a fierce knife!

Although the dragon is powerful, its ten-foot-long body is bound to have huge flaws in its belly and back.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud sound, sparks burst out, and the moment the Hundred Refined Divine Sword touched the back of the dragon, a layer of dim light instantly flowed across the iron back, and the blade could only barely penetrate an inch deep.

"so hard!"

The Hundred-Refined Divine Sword, blessed by Cheng Sanwu's Yanfeng Kung Jin, can cut through even solid iron pillars, not to mention cutting gold and jade.

However, at this moment, facing the Iron Back of the Dragon, the Hundred Refined Divine Sword, which was specially designed to defeat evil spirits, was unable to cause any obvious injuries, or even penetrate deeper.Cheng Sanwu immediately understood that this iron-backed dragon was not just rough-skinned and thick-flesh, but had practiced some kind of self-protection method.

While thinking about this, the iron-backed dragon shook its body and threw the nuisance on its back. Then its huge head suddenly looked back. Its bloody mouth full of sharp teeth was comparable to the iron gate of a city gate, intending to kill Cheng Sanwu. Chew it in one bite.

Fortunately, Cheng Sanwu had noticed it early. He turned around to avoid the bloody mouth and kept slashing at the same time. The sword was like a net and the flames were like weaving. He moved towards the iron-backed dragon with its hood under its hood, specializing in attacking the weak organs on its head. place.

Feeling that the sharp edges were approaching, the iron-backed dragon quickly closed its two big eyes like lanterns, and the sword light passed by, exploding thousands of sparks.

Although the iron-backed dragon was not injured, Cheng Sanwu spread out his airtight knife net and focused on the gaps. As long as there was an opportunity, he could penetrate into it like mercury pouring down the ground.

With a deep roar, the Hundred Refined Divine Sword found the gap in the corner of the eye and stabbed it into it. The iron-backed dragon was injured at a glance and immediately twisted its ten-foot-long body like crazy.

This iron-backed dragon is so big that when it twists casually, it has the power to overturn rivers and seas. It immediately makes the waves of Longxi surge and the embankments shake.

Cheng Sanwu grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, and originally planned to thrust the knife out and stab him again, but the iron-backed dragon twisted wildly and threw him away. Before he could stabilize his body, the long tail came and whipped the Bailian Divine Sword. He knocked it away and flew to the shore in a circle.

Cheng Sanwu was not allowed to pick up the saber. The iron-backed dragon smelled the smell and opened its mouth to bite again.

The bite force of falcon dragons is extremely strong. When they hunt, they usually bite the limbs of their prey, then turn around and directly break the flesh, muscles and bones.Falcons hunt in groups, often tearing their prey into pieces and enjoying it.

This ten-foot-long iron-backed dragon is so huge that it can swallow an adult cow or horse in one gulp. It is hurt and angry, and no longer uses any fancy tricks. It only relies on its overwhelming strength that is arrogant to all living creatures on land and water to kill Cheng. Three or five turns into a mid-day meal.

Cheng Sanwu was ups and downs in the water at this moment, and his body movements were not as flexible as on the ground. If he was just half a minute slower, his giant jaws would have blocked his left and right escape routes, and he suddenly closed them.

Without any explanation, Cheng Sanwu stretched his limbs outwards and resisted the bite of the iron-backed dragon, and the two sides fell into a struggle.

Faced with a terrifying force comparable to the squeezing and collision of two mountain peaks, almost no martial arts practitioner in the world could resist, but Cheng Sanwu was not convinced. He used his divine power angrily, and the flames circulated through hundreds of veins, and every inch of his muscles and bones They were all mobilized, as if endless power emerged.

On the shore, Chang Qing and others saw a huge creature that kept shaking its head and tail, causing waves to churn and rocks to collapse. If they tried to get close, they would probably end up with their bodies broken into pieces once they were affected.

"Jun Zhaoyang, are you...wrestling with that monster?"

Mrs. He felt that she was well-informed, but she had never seen the way Cheng Sanwu fought against monsters.It's not like an expert slaying demons, but more like returning to the wilderness, giving full play to the most primitive power.

"Probably so." Changqing was deeply amazed when he saw this. This iron-backed dragon was invulnerable, and ordinary spells might not be able to hurt it.

Moreover, this monster seems to be huge and clumsy, but it is very flexible in the water. Once Cheng Sanwu is controlled by the current, his body speed will not be advantageous.If it were Changqing, he would probably have to design a plan to lure it to the land, and then sacrifice the true form of the god general to kill it.

But Chang Qing could see that this iron-backed dragon was not without its weaknesses. Although it could resist external attacks with its magic power, its internal organs were still weak.

That big, bloody mouth can certainly chew gold and iron, but if it encounters a stubborn enemy that can't bite it, it will become a huge flaw that exposes its weaknesses.

Once the iron-backed dragon tried to let go, Cheng Sanwu would not take the opportunity to escape, and would even rush into the belly of the dragon.Even if Cheng Sanwu was unarmed, he could still emit a sharp sword and disembowel the monster from the inside out.

Cheng Sanwu and the iron-backed dragon struggled with each other for more than two moments. The two fought fiercely from deep water to shallow water, crashing through the embankment on the shore, breaking into pieces of mulberry trees, and making the surrounding area a mess and muddy.

Neither side could gain the upper hand until the iron-backed dragon finally showed signs of fatigue. Cheng Sanwu saw an opportunity and was about to counterattack.

However, a fishy wind blew towards the face, and the iron-backed dragon's throat and esophagus began to squirm, causing the acid in the abdomen and some of the undigested food bones to spit out in a torrent!

Cheng Sanwu had no way to avoid it, and was hit by the rapids. He was directly sprayed more than ten feet away. With a few clicks, his back knocked down a row of trees, and he fell into a pond beside the field before he came to a stop.

"good good good good……"

Standing up slowly from the pond, Cheng Sanwu wiped off the mud and dirt on his face, and took off his clothes that were riddled with holes due to acid corrosion. He did not succumb to the temporary setback, and the fighting spirit in his chest burned wildly, turning into naked eyes. Visible firelight circulates all over the body, and even spurts out from the pores of the seven orifices.

"Mr. Changqing, the monster is so powerful, do you want to help Lord Zhaoyang?" Mrs. He was secretly shocked when she saw the iron-backed dragon that looked like a hill, and couldn't help but ask.

Chang Qing, who helped Cheng Sanwu pick up the Hundred Refined Divine Sword, gently stroked the blade and said in a deep voice: "This matter is not urgent, I have my own concerns."

Although the iron-backed dragon that left Longxi lost its advantage in the water, it was still undeniably powerful. It did not intend to give Cheng Sanwu a chance to breathe. Its limbs, which were thicker than palace beams, slightly supported its huge body, and then it grew. The tail sweep caused the mud on the ground to roll up like a wave and come over the top.

Cheng Sanwu roared angrily, tongues of fire gathered around his body, he pushed out his powerful palm, and the dragon-shaped palm power dispersed the mud flow in one fell swoop.

The keen-eyed martial arts people watching from a distance immediately recognized this move and exclaimed:
"This is Fan Thief's "Nine Bases of Kanyuan"!"

"But the attributes of these palm skills are completely different from those of "Kanyuan Nine Bases"."

"Could it be that Lord Zhaoyang used this to defeat Thief Fan?"

Before everyone could discuss the general idea, Cheng Sanwu flew towards the iron-backed dragon. Seeing the long tail sweeping towards it again, he saw the right moment and opened his arms to hug it.

The iron-backed dragon seemed not to have expected the opponent's move. Just as he was about to throw Cheng Sanwu away, he saw that the opponent's muscles were stretched all over his body, his body was more than a foot taller, his hair was spread out, and he burst out with unparalleled divine power. The dragon carrying the dragon was actually weaker and was pulled away by Cheng Sanwu.

With a long shout, Cheng Sanwu spun around on the spot, holding his long tail with both arms, and swayed the hill-like iron-backed dragon on the spot.

Everyone in the distance saw this scene and felt unbelievable. They were all dumbfounded. They watched Cheng Sanwu raise his hand and throw the iron-backed dragon into the air, and then hit the ground heavily.

Has the iron-backed stork ever been attacked like this?Although it is not afraid of the sharp edge of the sword, it has never experienced the impact of falling due to its own weight. There were several muffled sounds when it landed, and even some bones were broken.

Instinctively filled with anger and hatred, the iron-backed dragon tried to fight back, but it was too late. Cheng Sanwu took the first step, flew forward and bent his knees, hitting the dragon's waist and ribs like a bolide. The huge impact stirred up a white wave of air.

The power of this blow was unbelievable. The Yanfeng Kung Jin directly penetrated the layer of protective magic, penetrated into the internal organs, rampaged and wreaked havoc. His body was as strong as an iron-backed dragon. At this moment, he felt a sharp pain and almost fainted.

However, before the blow was completed, Cheng Sanwu raised his arms and punched out one after another like a heavy rain. The muffled sound was like the continuous beating of drums on the battlefield, and every blow created a wave of air.The aftermath of the Yanliu Kung power swept across, causing the trees in the nearby mulberry forest to tremble and the fallen leaves to set themselves on fire for no apparent reason. The fish and shrimps in the pond were shocked to death one after another, and even the water in the pond gradually became warm and smoking.

"Rewind, rewind!"

The hot and violent energy was released in all directions, and the spectators in the distance felt their muscles and bones shaking and their blood boiling. Not to mention looking closely, just from a distance of twenty or thirty feet, they felt a wave of heat hitting them, and they couldn't wait for long.

This is no longer an ordinary martial art that the world can understand. Even if some people see that Cheng Sanwu's palm skills are quite similar to "Kanyuan Nine Bases", even Fan Zhongming back then was definitely unable to display such power. able.

Now no one dares to doubt whether Cheng Sanwu can kill Fan Zhongming. With such a world-shaking palm skill, even if Fan Thief himself comes back from the dead, he is just fish on the chopping board in front of Cheng Sanwu.

The iron-backed dragon, who had endured such a fierce palm attack, was even more frightened and no longer dared to fight to the death with Cheng Sanwu. He only thought about how to escape back into the water and ran away.

However, Cheng Sanwu, who was almost crazy, could not allow it to escape. With a clasp of five fingers, he grabbed it and tore open the tough and thick skin. A large puff of blood gushes out, soaking the ground.

The iron-backed dragon howled in pain. Seeing that it had lost its way out, it turned its head and opened its mouth to bite.

Cheng Sanwu refused to evade, and his body increased several inches again, raising both arms high and striking down at the same time.

There was only a loud bang, dust and mud flew up like waves, the ground sank into a pit, the long beak of the iron-backed dragon was broken by a hammer, and the whole head was smashed into the ground by Cheng Sanwu.

With just this blow, the iron-backed dragon stopped moving. Although it was still alive, it was unable to resist.

As if Cheng Sanwu was still not satisfied, he roared angrily and beat the iron-backed dragon incessantly. In a blink of an eye, he hit the dragon's head until the eyes flew out, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were broken into pieces.

After a while, there was only a headless corpse lying on the ground in front of Cheng Sanwu. The ground around him was covered with the blood of the dragon mixed with mud and water. Cheng Sanwu himself was also covered in blood.

But he didn't feel dirty or uncomfortable at all. Instead, his chest was filled with the spirit of defeating a powerful enemy, and he couldn't help but feel unhappy!
Cheng Sanwu looked up to the sky and screamed, everyone was shocked, until he ran out of air and energy, and finally fell into a pool of blood and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)