Douluo: Crazy evolution from binding Qian Renxue

Chapter 47 Demon Feather Blade VS Chen Chu's Fist

He said that Chen Chu had to solve everything by himself, but when it came to life and death, Black Raksha would not dare to risk Chen Chu's life.

After all, this is His Majesty's only student, who will inherit the Pope's position in the future.

Moreover, his other identity is the grandson of the Great Elder of the Temple of Enshrinement. Even the Great Elder values ​​him so much, and Black Raksha dare not let him really die in the arena.

After slashing several opponents to death with a single blow, the only ones who could stand on the field were Chen Chu and Demon Feather.

From the very beginning, Mo Yu didn't pay attention to Chen Chu.

This is a child who is only 1.3 meters four, half a child, how can he fight a soul master of the soul king level.

Therefore, Mo Yu deliberately let him live until the end.

"Get rid of this little boy, let's end this battle." Mo Yu inserted the crafty knife into the middle of the ring, squatted down slightly, and put his hands forward and backward, posing in a strange posture.

Looking at Chen Chu standing in the corner of the arena, a strange smile appeared on Mo Yu's face: "I really miss this feeling of fighting without soul skills."

"When I was young, my teacher always taught me that there are no powerful soul skills, only powerful soul masters."

"At any time, don't rely too much on the power of soul skills."

"I've always kept his words in my mind, so even if I can't use soul skills, I still have strong attack power."

"Bengquan..." Mo Yu yelled loudly, moved his feet, and his soul power instantly condensed in his right hand, and the might of the fist was more than doubled under the blessing of soul power.

The whistling fist wind faintly carried the sound of a tiger's roar. This was not a soul skill, it was just a boxing technique in which the soul power was condensed on the fist, and then burst out instantly. It was not as miraculous as a soul skill at all.

Of course, this Bending Fist combined with the powerful soul power of the soul king level, it is impossible to be so powerless at all.

Therefore, when the fist was retracted, the clothes on Chen Chu's body were torn, but there was no red or other abnormal colors on the shoulders where the clothes floated up.

"It's weird." Sly Sword Demon Feather's expression moved, and a look of surprise floated on his cheeks instantly.

However, having experienced no less than hundreds of bloody battles gave him a calm mind and quick response, he didn't hesitate or retreat when a blow was wrong.

The left foot stepped on the ground, and under this step, the wolfskin boots shattered into silk without any accident, and a strange gap appeared on the hard ground of the ring.

The "hiss" was so powerful that there was a continuous sound of gasping for air among the crowd watching the battle.

"Serial Cannon." Changing Bengquan into Paoquan,
The steps under Mo Yu's feet flickered, his figure turned into an afterimage, and he struck out with both hands in a row, each punch hitting Chen Chu's body firmly.

"clap clap"

Chen Chu frowned, and hit his body with his fist, as if to tickle him, but his clothes were not as tough as his body,

In an instant, shattered clothes fluttered in the air like butterflies, and several clear fist marks appeared on the surface of his body, but they failed to penetrate deeply.

"Have you hit enough?" The continuous attacks made Chen Chu's clothes shred, Chen Chu didn't even change his expression.

"How is it possible?" Mo Yu looked at Chen Chu with an impatient face, and suddenly felt a little bit overwhelmed.

The boxing skills he practiced are wide open and close, which are the fighting skills learned by his teacher through hard work.

Drill, skin, gun, horizontal, collapse.

Each way has a powerful power comparable to soul skills.

This is the foundation of his life, and it has made him knock down enemies by surprise several times when his soul skills cannot be used.

When he got to this ghostly place where he couldn't use soul skills, he thought his fists were stronger than his knives.

But it was such a half-grown kid that made him feel like he couldn't be an enemy.

"Fuck, it depends on whether your body is harder or my knife is tougher." Mo Yu's face changed, and he stepped back a few steps. With his right hand reaching out, he had already held the crafty knife inserted in the middle of the ring in the palm of his hand.

In the next step, Mo Yu snarled, and the crafty knife in his hand contained the momentum of Mount Tai, and slashed directly at Fang Xu's body.

"Bang." A huge crack sounded.

"Ah" a huge wail sounded instantly, and on the field, a tall figure kept slashing forward and staggered forward.

At this moment, his right hand holding the knife had drooped.
In the entire death trial field, except for the deputy warden Yin Ji, few people could clearly see what happened there.

In fact, this scene is very simple. The crafty knife is slashing from top to bottom, but before the blade falls, Chen Chu's fist strikes first, and hits his right shoulder with a punch, directly shattering his shoulder. arm!

"After talking nonsense for a long time, I thought you had a lot of skills, but it turned out that you have a strong mouth,"

"What a waste," Chen Chu stepped forward with relaxed steps, raised his right hand again,

This time, his target was Moyu's left hand, followed by his right leg, and his left leg
Only when Uther's limbs showed a strange twist and was placed on the ring, did everyone know Chen Chu's horror.

There are no good men and women here, and naturally there are no good people.
However, what is shocking is not his extremely ruthless performance of interrupting a master of the soul king level one by one with his hands and feet,

It's that his cultivation base is obviously lower than Mo Yu's by more than twenty, but Mo Yu has no ability to resist under his hands.

His limbs were broken abruptly by him, and he wailed endlessly.

A cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Yin Ji's mouth.

It was originally thought that it would be difficult for Chen Chu to adapt to the various bloody rules of the death trial ground.

However, Chen Chu obviously knew how to fight better than she expected.

Even his strength gave Yin Ji a great surprise.

"Kill him, kill him" I don't know who yelled first, and the next moment, everyone around the square was repeating the same words.

The tsunami-like sound of mountains and tsunami echoed in the sky above the death trial field. Chen Chu frowned, and raised his right hand indifferently.

On the bronze-colored skin, a strange metallic luster continued to flow.

"Killers, people will always kill them."

"In your next life, don't be a bad person."

Chen Chu's voice rang coldly in Mo Yu's ears, and the next moment, his fist hit Mo Yu's chest directly.

"Crack," Mo Yu's chest sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood gushed out from the seven orifices, and at this moment, his face was not an expression of pain, but a look of relief.

Death, for him, might really be a relief.
"The champion of this death trial is Chen Chu."

"Chen Chu, the winning rate is one match!"

The referee's voice sounded slowly, and the eyes of many people around the arena showed deep fear.

Everyone thought it was a soft persimmon, but unexpectedly it was more difficult than a hedgehog.

It seems that the future death trial field will have a hard time
(End of this chapter)