Budo: Age of Chi

Chapter 103 Steaming Blood!

"Unfortunately, in terms of martial arts and actual combat experience, I am not bad, and my realm is stronger than yours.

My strength is above yours! "

Zhang Yunpeng's eyes flashed, and he held his sharp sword upside down, directly forcibly breaking through Meng De's blockade, as if he wanted to pierce him and himself.

Without the blessing of the Dragon of Qi and Blood, Meng De would naturally be inferior to Zhang Yunpeng in terms of strength because he was short of a small realm.

But with the Dragon of Qi and Blood, this gap was evened out.

The two were at a stalemate, Meng De's left hand was also grabbed by Zhang Yunpeng, and the postures of both sides remained motionless.

In the eyes of those who don't know, it's like attacking and receiving, and the designation is a bit ambiguous.

But if you look carefully, you can find the danger in it.

Moreover, Meng De smiled ferociously. Looking at it from the front, he knew that the relationship between the two was not as beautiful as imagined.

The situation was reversed. Sure enough, as Meng De expected, Zhang Yunpeng had a countermeasure to deal with this close-fitting bunt.

As soon as he used the eagle claw grabbing hand, he was restrained by it.

"In this case, I have turned my back twice."

There is internal breath between Mengde's spine to stimulate the energy of Qi and blood.

In just two breaths, the torso broke away from the protection of the Qi and Blood Dragon.

After condensing, a finger-thick dragon of qi and blood shot out, like an arrow off the string, and shot at Zhang Yunpeng's eyeball.

"Try this trick, once cut off the blood dragon arrows of two warriors!"

Meng Deke never cared about martial arts, he was very good at sneak attacks.

As long as he can win, it doesn't matter how despicable the means are.

But this time he missed.

When Zhang Yunpeng tilted his head, he dodged the attack of the blood dragon.

The distance is so close, and the Dragon of Qi and Blood that protected him before disappeared, so he has long been on guard.

However, the situation was still under the control of Meng De, and he also expected the failure of the sneak attack.

Such an attack is just to create a chance for himself to break the situation.

And because he was a little shorter than Meng De, Zhang Yunpeng just raised his knees while dodging, and was going to give Meng De a double meal for his lower body.

But because of this, Zhang Yunpeng moved crookedly and fell backwards, losing control of Meng De.

The Qi and Blood Dragon covered his body again, Meng De let go of his hands and turned around, avoiding the top of his knees and blocking Zhang Yunpeng's changing move.

The two separated again, and a few drops of blood slid down.

It was Zhang Yunpeng who drew a wound on Meng De's forearm when he retreated. This was his real purpose.

When the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, Meng De was injured, showing the danger.

As expected of Zhang Yunpeng, this talent, this strength, is really strong.

"This is the power of weapon-type offensive martial arts. You only need to carry a high-quality weapon with you. In the early stage of the true energy system, the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages.

Inner breath, swordsmanship, sharp blade, the combination of the three phases, broke my blood dragon without a sound.

If it weren't for the defense of the iron cloth shirt and the strengthening of the eagle claw grabber, this one would hurt my bones.

This kind of injury will almost cripple one of my hands.

Even if it is active, its flexibility will be greatly reduced! "

Two blood dragons swam, and the dragon claws covered Meng De's hands, as if wearing a set of sharp caged hands.

Above the five fingers, it seems that the true energy is released, and the bloody light is swallowed.

Boom!
With a touch of both fists, dragon scales emerged, making the sound of metal clashing.

"Don't go, let's continue!"

Meng De's aura was ferocious, his whole body exuded violent heat, he bullied him again, and fought with Zhang Yunpeng.

The two are evenly matched and both are close combat masters.

But Zhang Yunpeng suffered a loss, so naturally he would not be arrogant in close combat.

In the face of Meng De's follow-up, his superior agility showed his advantage, and he kept a precise distance at all times.

It can not only perfectly display the advantages of swordsmanship, but also prevent Meng De's plan while turning.

"Tsk tsk, it's amazing. Zhang Yunpeng is so strong, but Meng De has seen through his weakness."

In the auditorium, people who occupied a good view position started talking.

"That's right, I didn't expect that Zhang Yunpeng's fierce swordsmanship would be able to do so. It's a wild idea."

Hearing this, someone immediately barged up.

"What do you know, even if we follow Meng De's idea, it will be a dead end."

The rest immediately expressed their support.

"Indeed, without Meng De's strength, he took the initiative to close the distance, but instead sent his neck to Zhang Yunpeng to cut."

"Not everyone is Meng De. Those who learn from others live, and those who imitate others die."

"Zhang Yunpeng's physical skills are much stronger than Meng De's. The distance control is perfect, and he cannot be approached!"

"What exactly is Meng De's secret technique, you see, it is clearly an eagle claw grabber, how can it forcibly challenge the sharpness of a weapon?

Like a blacksmith, sparks sputtered out! "

The more they fought, the more excited they became, and the more they fought, the more they let go, and the more they fought, the more dangerous the situation became.

Meng De seemed to be opening and closing, but he was hiding something mysterious. The eagle claw grabber would grab Zhang Yunpeng's wrist from time to time.

It's like a man's temptation to a girl, always wanting to go further.

And Zhang Yunpeng naturally tried to stop it with all his strength. At critical moments, the blade turned, breaking through Mengde's defense and imprinting white seals on his hands.

Occasionally, it even scratched the oily skin, causing Meng De's hands to bleed a little.

The two were once again in a stalemate in another situation, and because they couldn't get close, the means of grabbing had no effect at all.

The longer time passed, the more Meng De felt that he was at a disadvantage.

Zhang Yunpeng is constantly familiar with his fighting style and uses it as a resource to grow continuously.

The more he fought, the more he could understand how terrifying Zhang Yunpeng's talent was.

Don't look a little inconspicuous, but it only takes an hour or two to fight, and Zhang Yunpeng will definitely seize the opportunity to seal the victory.

Unfortunately, in terms of staying power, Meng De has absolute confidence.

He already felt that Zhang Yunpeng's breathing became slightly quickened.

Even if it grows up, it will not have the physical strength to deal with it.

Therefore, Zhang Yunpeng also felt that he was at a disadvantage.

The feelings of the two have temporarily reached synchronization at this moment.

It's just that one person is worried that the other party will grow too fast, and the other is worried that the other party will last too long.

"No, I can't let him grow up like this. If I fight again in the future, I will lose my old self!"

"No, I can't let him procrastinate like this. The longer it takes, the remaining energy I have will definitely be exhausted!"

The hearts of the two moved at the same time, and they decided to break the game.

"Tianpeng spreads its wings—the golden feathers scatter!"

Zhang Yunpeng's eyes flashed, and his inner breath rushed into the sharp sword in his hand.

In an instant, the white light on the sword rose sharply, the brightness was dazzling, even mixed with strands of golden light.

With the coordination of body skills, the sharp sword swayed, tearing the air and making a bird-like scream.

When the speed increased, an illusion even appeared in the hearts of others.

A big Jinpeng bird spread its wings soaring upwards, waving its wings continuously, and shooting down its golden and white feathers.

This power, this speed, seems to be no weaker than the destructive power of bullets!

However, illusory is just illusory, and the manpower of the body-refining realm cannot compare with guns after all.

Meng De also responded, and his swollen and congested body immediately swelled up again, roaring:

"Steamed blood!"

　Thanks to Wang Chen for the monthly pass in the robbery, and thanks to Lao Liu for the reward of the small hamburger
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