Extreme martial arts

Chapter 144
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, the sky gradually darkened, bursts of thunder resounded in the dark clouds, and electric snakes churned in the dark clouds.

Below, the square in front of the [-]-meter stone pagoda was full of people. Almost all the people in Shizhai were attracted to the square, looking at Qin Ming and Litu in the center of the square with fiery eyes.

They looked at Litu with passion and respect, while they looked at Qin Ming with curiosity and surprise.

Some members of the hunting team recognized at a glance that Qin Ming was the warrior rescued from the outside a few days ago. After the explanation, the crowd erupted like a wave of discussion. They were all surprised that Qin Ming, who had just recovered from a serious injury, dared to challenge the most potential "No. [-] powerhouse" in Houtubu.

Qin Ming was shrouded in black power, and everything in front of him seemed to be black and white. He saw people from the Houtu tribe pointing and commenting on him, but he was not displeased at all, on the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit.

Trying to be ready for battle, patterns flashing all over his body, five colors whirling around his body, holding a stone spear in his right hand, slapping his chest with his left hand continuously, making a bang bang sound, looking excited.

With a bang, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, tearing apart the dark sky.

Lei Longxiao.

Qin Ming took the lead in making the move, Yuan Li surged, the blood-colored Qingfeng sword slashed down vertically, and a thunder dragon roared and rushed towards Litu.

The Qingfeng sword activated by blood has reached the level of the soul soldier of the Xuan rank, and the blood is all over the sky, and the thunder dragon that it emits is actually wrapped with faint blood lines, which looks even more enchanting.

The thunder dragon roared, the thunder thunder exploded, and the ground creaked. I don't know what kind of ore it was made of, but it was not broken by the thunder dragon.

Trying to look excited, he saw the Thunder Dragon roaring towards him, but he laughed and smashed the stone spear in his hand vertically, and the complex pattern suddenly became colorful, and smashed out together with the stone spear.

The stone spear swung out, dragging five colors of light, like a gorgeous rainbow, and landed on the top of Thunder Dragon's head.

boom!With a sound, Thunder Dragon turned into nothingness.

Boom!

There was another thunderclap in the sky, illuminating the dark sky brightly, and at the same time torrential rain poured down.

Borrowing the light of thunder, trying to see the figure of Qin Ming on the opposite side flickering, turned into a whole eleven Qin Mings, moving in unison, rushing towards him, showing a surprised expression.

Qin Ming had a big smile on his face, this battle was destined to be hearty, even God was supporting them with thunderstorms.

After casting the three thousand real thunder phantom body, he ran quickly, and eleven Qin Ming cast "Ghost Shadow Wind" together, dragging seven afterimages behind him. It was spectacular, and the Houtu tribe who watched the battle around them exclaimed again and again.

After all, the ancient survivors cultivate their bodies with pattern patterns, all of which are physical fights, but they don't know how to use Yuanli, so their fighting skills are more practical and concise, unlike Yuanli practitioners, who wield their Yuanli to shine Agitation.

The eleven Qin Mings were extremely fast, trying to attack from all directions, trying to open their eyes wide, trying to find out the real Qin Ming, but he was shocked to find that the eleven Qin Mings were all ordinary regardless of their movements and auras. No two, with his strength, it is impossible to tell the truth from the fake.

Kui Shan, who was watching the battle from a distance, said a few words to Wutu in the language of the ancient survivors, while Hou Wutu stretched out his right hand with a calm expression, pointing to the square, and the place he pointed was the outermost left corner of the square Qin Ming, who was in front of him, said a few words to Kuishan, which caused Kuishan to smile too.

Roar!
Trying to tell the truth from the fake roared, holding the stone spear in his hand, he swept forward suddenly, and the five-color light was like a rainbow piercing the sun. As the stone spear was swept out quickly, the air exploded again and again.

At the same time as the five-colored horses were swung out, the eleven Qin Mings were guarding one side, and three of them jumped into the air. Then, eleven Qin Mings swung their swords at the same time, and the golden light flourished.

Thousands of golden sword glows sealed the space, shone with sharp light, pierced through the air, and headed towards trying to submerge, illuminating the entire square as if it were daytime, attracting envy from the surrounding spectators.

rumbling...

Thousands of sword beams and five-color horses bombarded together, and the center of the square was instantly radiant, making people unable to see the situation clearly. The stone slabs on the ground flew up together, flying in the air like a curtain, and rolled back.

Qin Ming seized the opportunity, and eleven Qin Mings pushed towards him at the same time. The blood-colored Qingfeng sword in his hand splashed blood light, exuding a strong bloody aura.

Thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and the heavy rain poured down, connecting the dark world with a layer of blurred rain.

Eleven Qin Ming shuttled through the rain curtain and headed towards the burly figure nearly two meters high in the center.

Trying to see him coming from the eleventh Qin Dynasty, he was not surprised but happy. What he is best at is close combat. Just now Qin Ming might have a chance to win in a long-distance attack, but now that he is close to the battle, Qin Ming is doomed. lose.

The pattern on Litu's body, which was full of fighting spirit, was like a horned dragon bulging, and the light was shining brightly. The five-color light surged wildly, like five real dragons of different colors, dancing in the air.

Seeing eleven Qin Ming brandishing blood-colored Qingfeng swords coming from everywhere, he waved the stone spear in his hand. In the blink of an eye, the stone spear was danced by him into a phantom, like a wall, resisting the attack. After staying at various checkpoints, even the pouring rain was easily knocked out by him, so that the real water could not enter!
At the moment when the stone spear became a phantom, Qin Ming's eleven figures pressed towards Litu from all directions, and the bloody green sword slashed down. In an instant, there was a sound of clanging metal, and a large number of sparks splashed in the rain. , causing everyone to exclaim.

"Open." Qin Ming shouted loudly, all ten phantom bodies were smashed, leaving only the real body, he leaped into the air, holding the blood-colored Qingfeng sword in his hand, without any reservation of 20 jin of strength, he slashed down with all his strength. .

"Roar." Litu also roared loudly, holding the stone spear with both hands, and pushing it upwards.

boom!
There was a deafening bang, and trying to shake his body, the stone slab under his feet burst and tilted up instantly, and his entire leg sank a foot.

wow...

The crowd was boiling, Litu, the strongest man in the village except the guardian Wutu, was forced to sink his legs into the ground a foot by the sword of this outsider, they couldn't believe that Qin Ming's strength was not inferior to Litu!

Kuishan and Wutu, who were watching the battle hidden in the rain in the distance, also looked shocked. The two of them are powerful and knowledgeable. How could they not know the difference between Yuanli practitioners and pattern cultivation? Cultivation involves refining the physical body, which is extremely powerful, but they did not expect that Qin Ming, a Yuanli cultivator, would have such a powerful and overbearing power, even if he cut it with a sword, he would not be able to get any benefit from it.

Surprise was evident on his face, which was trying to get wet by the rain, but soon he laughed out loud with excitement on his face. Maybe he had found the most suitable opponent just like Qin Ming thought.

Laughing hard, he couldn't wait to vent all his fighting spirit, his muscles were raised high, like springs, his hands sank slowly and then suddenly pushed up, the huge force directly flew Qin Ming to the top out.

While Qin Ming was still flipping in the air, he tried his best to hop with both feet, jumped out from the ground, and then ran quickly, the ground made a sound of thud.

The sky and the earth seemed to darken, trying to catch up to Qin Ming in the air in the blink of an eye, the stone spear in his hand was raised high, his face excited.

When a thunderclap illuminated his face, he finally smashed down the stone spear in his hand, and there was a piercing whistling sound in the air.

The clothes on Qin Ming's body were instantly torn apart by the strong wind caused by the falling stone spear. He only felt a tingling pain on his skin and his face changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but the stone spear was too fast to dodge at all. Feng Jian resisted.

boom!
A cluster of sparks erupted, illuminating Qin Ming and Litu. Qin Ming was hit by Litu with all his strength, and smashed into the ground like a meteor. Spray a foot high.

Both of them fought to the extreme, trying to knock Qin Ming down with one blow, and then rushed towards Qin Ming again. Qin Ming also slapped the ground and shattered the stones around his body, turned over and stood up, with blood on the corner of his mouth, laughing maniacally while holding a bloody green The sharp sword, dragging a piece of blood, rushed towards Litu.

boom... boom...

The speed of the thunderclap exploded even faster, and electric snakes meandered in the dark sky, illuminating the square, revealing the astonishment and expectation on the faces of the spectators and clansmen all around, and also hiding the darkness hidden in the distance. The shock of Kuishan and Wutu in the rain was illuminated, and at the same time, the expressions of fighting spirit and excitement of Qin Ming and Litu were illuminated.

The blood-colored Qingfeng sword was raised high, and the stone spear surrounded by colorful lights was also raised high, and it fell down at the same time against the backdrop of the thunder.

boom…….

A sound more ear-splitting than thunder resounded in the square, and the light instantly swept across the entire square. All the clansmen watching the battle clearly felt that the ground jumped upwards.

boom!
There was another explosion, and in the light, Qin Ming's figure flew upside down like a shell, and finally landed on the ground, cracked the stone slab, and rolled for a long time before stopping. The stone spear stood there with an excited expression on his face, and a huge deep pit appeared under his feet.

The audience was silent, only the sound of rain and thunder from time to time. All Houtu tribesmen who witnessed this evenly matched battle were completely silent at this moment, and they had not yet recalled the previous battle.

Kuishan and Wutu in the rain curtain stood for a long time but they were not wet by the rain. Seeing the end of the battle, they let out a sigh of relief at the same time, glanced at each other, and then disappeared into the rain curtain.

Trying to throw away the broken stone spear in his hand, he walked towards Qin Ming and stretched out his right hand to Qin Ming.

"It's still a failure. My strength is a bit weaker than Litu's, but as long as I turn three times, my strength will definitely surpass Litu!" Qin Ming got up from the ground, only feeling a surge in his body, very uncomfortable, seeing Litu moving towards him Stretching out his right hand, he stretched out his hand with a smile, held it, and let Li tried to help him up.

Trying to support Qin Ming, he first gave Qin Ming a bear hug, and then yelled at the Houtu tribe who were watching the battle.

The surrounding Houtu tribesmen raised their right hands and raised them into the air again and again, roaring loudly. They gathered together and overwhelmed the thunder.

Qin Ming glanced around and smiled slightly. After this battle, he saw respect in the eyes of all Houtu tribesmen, which was completely different from the previous eyes. This was their respect for the strong, even if they lost to Although he has tried his best, his strength can also be ranked second.

In the outside world, the strong can be respected, not to mention that they are still among the ancient survivors who retain the purest martial artist cultivation methods.

(End of this chapter)