Chapter 39: A New Word (28)

The full effect of the medicinal decoction was absorbed by Lu Xuan's body.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Lu Xuan's spirits were lifted.

Standing up, a fist was smashed, the fist wind was whistling, and there was no analgesic feeling in the meridians in the body, Lu Xuan's face was full of joy: "The meridians in the body are not only all repaired, but even the strength has returned to the state before the injury." ”

Clenched his fist, feeling the force of the explosion on his fist, Lu Xuan turned his head to look at the clock on the wall.

"Eleven o'clock, and there's still an hour." Lu Xuan had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and after a simple tidying up, he left, drove from the parking lot, and drove towards the riverside overpass.

Jiangbin Road along the Jiuqu River, is the most congested section of traffic in Ninghai City, every rush hour or holidays, this road will be blocked, the traffic police of the Traffic Bureau have to mobilize more than half of the police force to be able to barely maintain the road conditions of Jiangbin Road, but with the purchase rate of Ninghai citizens is getting higher and higher, Jiangbin Road will be paralyzed sooner or later.

The only viable solution is to remove all pedestrian traffic lights on the Jiangbin Road section and instead build a flyover to allow pedestrians to cross, so that as long as there are no accidents, the road can be cleared by vehicles.

As early as the first half of this year, the construction of the Jiangbin flyover was started, and the construction work was in order, and the construction plan is expected to be completed in the middle and late next year.

Now the riverside flyover has been halfway built, the broken bridge is lined up in mid-air, the cross-section is exposed with reinforced concrete, below, the traffic is endless, and the crowds on the walkways on both sides are endless.

Lu Xuan's Cadillac drove fast in the night, the cool breeze from the half-covered car window whistled, blowing Lu Xuan's hair up, and soon, Lu Xuan arrived at the riverside flyover that was still under construction before twelve o'clock in the morning.

There are a few yellow lights flashing around, and the construction site is full of cement and sand, as well as leftover lunch boxes and mineral water bottles from workers, and a few hazard warning signs standing not far away.

There was the roar of traffic under the bridge, and the workers who built the overpass on the bridge had already left work, and it looked a little deserted.

Lu Xuan parked the car outside the construction site.

He originally thought that it was the drift king's person who had made a war with him, after all, he had just taught that bewitching woman a lesson yesterday, but he didn't find a modified car around.

"Guess wrong?"

Lu Xuan's face was expressionless, and he walked towards the overpass, only to find a figure standing like a green pine, wearing a black practice uniform, with a plain face and a big nose, but a pair of sharp eyes were so deep that people felt terrible.

"Master!" Lu Xuan's eyes were full of solemnity.

This figure standing like a green pine was none other than the ancient martial artist that the Fang family had invited to deal with Lu Xuan at a high price, Chen Yang.

At this moment, in a building built on the side of the riverside road, the window is open to the riverside overpass, and everyone in the Fang family looks at the riverside overpass through the balcony.

A figure slowly walked onto the overpass, and Fang Yuntian, Du Chunyue, Fang Qiong, and the old housekeeper who was over sixty years old all showed sinister smiles on their faces.

The gauze on Fang Hao's nose couldn't be removed yet, like a funny clown, and the moment he saw that figure, a vicious look appeared on his face: "Lu Xuan!" You will die tonight! ”

"This kid is here!" Du Chunyue's moist palms covered her smiling face, so that people could not easily see her slightly yellowed gums.

Fang Qiong patted Fang Hao on the shoulder: "Don't worry, brother, it won't take long for this Lu Xuan to taste more pain than you have suffered, and then be thrown off the flyover by Master Chen, tsk...... With so many cars, just a few of them can turn him into meat sauce. ”

The venom on Fang Hao's face gradually turned hideous, his eyes stared at the figure that was gradually approaching Chen Yang, and he gritted his teeth fiercely: "Not only does he want to die!" I want the people around him to die with him! ”

Fang Yuntian touched his chin with his hand: "Being able to take this opportunity to get acquainted with Master Chen is also an opportunity for our Fang family, spending a million, this kid is worth dying!" ”

Everyone in the Fang family was triumphant, and every word you said to me seemed to be as if Lu Xuan had fallen into the turbulent traffic and was crushed into blood foam.

On the overpass, which was only a few hundred meters away, Lu Xuan and Chen Yang looked at each other, looking at Chen Yang's disdainful gaze, Lu Xuan could feel a killing intent on Chen Yang's body.

No one spoke first, the air seemed to freeze, the temperature plummeted, and the hairs on Lu Xuan's body stood on end.

At this time, the wind rose in the Jiuqu River!

Chen Yang's white figure swooped in, and the pace under his feet was so fast that only a phantom could be seen, flowing in the wind, and he punched towards Lu Xuan's face.

Straight to the Yellow Dragon!

Although Lu Xuan didn't know who the other party was, he was not afraid, and stepped forward with his right foot, as if he had taken root into the ground, his waist and horse were united, and he swung his fist out with fist to fist.

With a 'bang', the momentum of the two fists was already amazing, and the sound of colliding was dull.

Lu Xuan's finger bones were slightly numb, just the first punch, he felt Chen Yang's domineering, the fist style was like a fierce tiger, its momentum was extremely fierce, this person was the most powerful opponent he met after returning to China, Lu Xuan attached great importance to it.

One punch fell, the second punch was already up, and almost instantly, the fists of the two smashed together again, and there was a dull crisp sound.

Cold sweat oozed from Lu Xuan's forehead, and the phalanges on his fists were numb.

"He actually used his strength!"

The opponent was hiding clumsy, he didn't use all his strength at all for the first punch, and when Lu Xuan was surprised, the third punch had already appeared.

Lu Xuan didn't dare to release the water at all, and he also used his strength, and with a 'bang', the two fists intersected again, and Lu Xuan's horse step deep into the ground was actually beaten back, his face was extremely dignified, and the finger bones on his fist were numb and slightly painful.

Chen Yang paused and said with a sneer: "It turns out that you are also an ancient martial artist, no wonder the Fang family wants to ask for help." ”

Lu Xuan's heart was cold, and his face was covered with frost: "It turned out to be Fang Hao's ghost!" ”

If he faced the man in front of him at his peak, the other party would definitely be beaten by him, but after the third punch, Lu Xuan understood that with his current strength, it would be difficult to defeat the other party.

"Damn it!" Lu Xuan scolded in his heart.

Chen Yang's face showed contempt.

"You're still in the Tempering Body Realm Triple or Quadruple, it's too weak, and you just rely on brute strength when you punch, you don't even have martial arts, I'm in the Tempering Realm of the Pentace, compared to me, you have no chance of winning at all, one weight is worse than ten strength, you won't know this."

"Ancient Warrior!" Lu Xuan's face sank.

The ancient warriors followed the attack moves and defense routines handed down in China for thousands of years, and refined them into more powerful moves, such moves are called 'martial arts'.

Although Lu Xuan is not an ancient martial artist, he is not weaker than the ancient martial artist at all before his strength plummets, so he still has some understanding of this circle, the so-called martial arts are divided into four levels, one is the best, the second is the treasure, the third is the top grade, and the fourth is the good product.

But with the ancient warriors gradually from the world, martial arts are mostly lost, as the most powerful martial arts have not appeared for hundreds of years, even the treasure martial arts are very rare, and now they are still in the world, less of them are high-grade martial arts, and more are good martial arts.

"What I learned is the high-grade martial art 'Reckless Bull Strength', if you are smart, quickly admit defeat, maybe I can start lightly, so that you can die happily."

"Reckless bullishness!" Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, the reckless bull strength was created by a certain master of Southern Shaolin a hundred years ago, mainly based on the number of fierce roads, the strength that erupted can break people's muscles and bones, and can hit mountains and gravel heavy, and there are few opponents after cultivating to the extreme.

Punching into fist, Lu Xuan knew that he would never be able to get the slightest benefit, but fortunately, Lu Xuan's perception ability played a huge role, allowing him to judge the direction of his attack based on the ups and downs of Chen Yang's waist and hips and shoulders, so as to dodge.

After knowing that the martial arts cultivated by the other party were reckless, Lu Xuan would not continue to fight with him.

If you can't take it, then outsmart it!

Chen Yang shot again, his fists were galloping like a reckless ox, whistling and waving, dancing a fist wind, and the water could not be splashed.

Lu Xuan began to run the "Xuanyuan Decision" to control the spiritual power in his body, which was used to resist the opponent's strength, and one after another spiritual power appeared everywhere in Lu Xuan's body under the guidance of "Xuanyuan Decision", strengthening his body to fight against Chen Yang.

But gradually, one after another flowing spiritual power appeared in Lu Xuan's mind, and it became clearer and clearer, more and more mysterious.

Lu Xuan's face was solemn, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart as he responded to Chen Yang's fierce and huge offensive.

Lu Xuan, who was struggling with no martial arts to perform, suddenly found mysterious moves in his mind.

"It's!" Lu Xuan was ecstatic in his heart: "This is a martial art, but I didn't expect that "Xuanyuan Duel" is still a martial art, and it seems to be a swordsmanship martial art." ”

Lu Xuan was pleasantly surprised, but his body was forced by Chen Yang to be a little embarrassed, and he kept dodging and didn't dare to fight Chen Yang easily.

Chen Yang was like a falcon, playing with the prey in front of him, and at this time, he found that Lu Xuan in front of him seemed to have some indescribable changes.

On a certain floor of the community hundreds of meters away from the riverside overpass, Fang Yuntian looked at it from afar, his brows furrowed: "It's strange, two or three minutes have passed, and Master Chen hasn't finished Lu Xuan yet?" What's going on? ”

"Dad, why are you still in a hurry for Xiao Hao, Master Chen can smash the marble with a light palm, and now he must be playing with Lu Xuan to show us!" Fang Qiong smiled very proudly.

"Yes, husband, our one million is not for nothing."

"Mom, it's two million!" Fang Qiong reminded.

The bridge of Fang Hao's nose was in severe pain, but at this time, he saw Lu Xuan's embarrassment in his eyes, and his heart was extremely happy, and he smiled arrogantly on his face: "Die!" I want you dead! ”

The night was darker, even the moon hidden by the light gauze clouds had disappeared, and the river breeze was cold, blowing on every pedestrian as if to say that Ninghai was even colder.

On the riverside flyover, the two figures collided with their fists and feet, constantly making loud impact sounds, Chen Yang raised his leg sideways, that leg was like a slingshot fired in a row, and kicked out five or six legs in an instant, leaving an afterimage in the air, and the move was facing Lu Xuan's chest.

Chen Yang's feeling became clearer, the other party was changing his routine, but in a moment, he had already gone from dodging in embarrassment to being able to confront him head-on, Chen Yang was more and more surprised, he didn't dare to keep his hand anymore, his expression was extremely solemn, and his moves could take people's lives.

Lu Xuan was calm and calm, although all the moves in his mind were sword moves, he was trying to integrate these sword moves into his fists at this time.

The fist that was originally like a cannonball suddenly became light, like a sharp long sword, and the moves flew like immortals, but it could directly kill the enemy at the most critical moment.

The strength of the fist was mixed with a hint of deadly lightness.

Lu Xuan urged "Xuanyuan Decision" to the extreme, the spiritual power in his body was like an absolute tide, overflowing all parts of his body, and his perception ability was released to the limit, every wind, every sand and gravel that flew out in the fight became the key to Lu Xuan's counterattack.

He was looking for Chen Yang's flaws.

Chen Yang's fists and legs became deadly weapons, constantly attacking Lu Xuan's vital body, at this time, Chen Yang's legs were snatched out, and before he could close the momentum with another punch, in the gap between the lightning and flint, Chen Yang's empty door was wide open, and his body and torso were completely defenseless.

Lu Xuan's short body was wrong, his shoulder was rubbed by Chen Yang's fist wind, and his eyes burst out with a sharp light, at this time, he was already close to Chen Yang.

"Hold me down for so long! It's my turn! Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed tightly.

The sword is the king of soldiers, light and agile, but it is as powerful as lightning, the moment Lu Xuan approached the torso of Chen Yang's body, his hands, palms, wrists, elbows, and even shoulders, knees, and legs all became the most powerful sword blades, and in an instant, they turned into a storm and hit Chen Yang's chest.

Just to break it.

Chen Yang's chest was exactly the point where the wind and rain fell.

In an instant, Chen Yang was like being struck by lightning, his body was like a boiled river shrimp, bending and constantly falling backwards, but in less than two seconds, the blood at the corner of his mouth was like an unscrewed faucet, constantly flowing outward, staining the white practice clothes on his chest.

This novel is from the King of Books