Original Technique! It's raining!

A piece of force like rain and mist penetrated out of the body and spread out in the air, but with the shaking of the alloy long sword Liuzhu, a piece of force under the instigation of the long sword each retracted and combined, the long sword suddenly pulled towards itself, and when it stabbed out again, a sword qi visible to the naked eye followed this sword and surged towards the enemy.

This scene made Yun Xueling stunned, and she felt that her worldview had been broken: "Impossible, impossible!" It's just one hundred and fifty percent of the vitality index, and it's just a visceral jump, why do you have such a surging force!? This amount of Force is only possible when the Life Force Index reaches 300%! ”

A little force can make ordinary people have tons of power, and even more so can make people with tons of power have double or even several times the power, and such a raging force is used as a pure attack, and the terrifying effect can be easily cut even by ordinary alloys.

The chief felt the surging Force in front of him, the oppression of the Force in a similar realm to the life force, the chief did not expect that he would be able to meet such a powerful enemy by killing all those nasty outsiders today.

He felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and every cell in his muscles was screaming with joy, how long had he not felt this thrilling and nervous feeling? That was after he made his second leap ten years ago, and he killed an adult iron-backed liger.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! The pleasure made the chief laugh wildly, but this was enough to tear the attack of the steel alloy, but it only made the chief's brows rise because of excitement, and seeing that the attack was about to come in an instant, the chief controlled the muscles of his whole body, and his body doubled in size as if it had been suddenly inflated.

The chief of the sword qi turned a deaf ear, and only looked at one thing in his eyes, that is, the sword stabbed by Shen Yishu, which should have been full of fearsome swords, a sword full of lethality, but at this time in the eyes of the chief, it became an ordinary sword, like a fallen leaf that was gently rolled up in the autumn wind.

Then the chief's huge palm pinched it, like a gorilla pinching a leaf, but it was so natural.

"Snort! Sting! The sword aura blew in front of the chief, and the sharp sword aura tore the broad fur on the chief's body, which was made of the skin of the iron-backed liger, the clothes made of the one the chief had killed with his own hands.

One after another, the sword qi could tear through the steel, and it happened to tear the fur of the iron-backed lion and tiger beast that was as flexible as steel, and the remaining sword qi slashed through the chief's muscles, leaving not even a white mark.

"Sure enough, it's just what it seems." The chief looked at the sword in front of him and fled quickly, his sharp momentum dissipated instantly, and his voice was full of loss: "I thought you were also a little powerful, but now I really saw it wrong, let me send you to death." ”

As soon as the chief's words fell, Qin Riyue, who was breathing a sigh of relief on the side, was completely ready, and the half-pair of chiefs suddenly took a step, threw his left arm back, and his legs exerted his strength and his right hand smashed out.

Combat skills! Black Dragon Opposition!

The Force flowed all over every meridian of Qin Riyue's arms, fully stimulating every acupoint to gain a short period of attack power at the cost of damaging his own meridians and the muscles of his arms.

When Qin Riyue's arms began to shake from the dragon head simulated by the right claw, the whole arm shook inch by inch as if the dragon body was swimming in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it shook and threw it to the left hand, but the left hand shook back like a tail, and the momentum driven by this time made Qin Riyue's attack reach the limit.

The shape and meaning of the dragon are simulated to the peak, and the heart is like a black dragon who is not satisfied with the big sun and wants to knock it into the sky, Qin Riyue's body seems to no longer exist in people's hearts, only the dragon composed of two arms remains, and the heart of the dragon, Qin Riyue's heart, also wants to scatter this chieftain.

"The Great Perfection of Mind!" Shen Yishu retreated, watching Qin Riyue's Xingyi Fist reach the Great Perfection of achievement that I don't know how many people can't achieve in their lifetime, and extremely admired Qin Riyue's martial arts heart.

Seeing that the black dragon had reached the chief's chest, the chief's eyes swelled up with a different feeling just now, as if he had seen mountains and rivers in the mountain god, and at this time, there was a strange beast in front of him that he had never met, but was full of fighting spirit.

"Okay, I'll take you a trick!"

The chief crossed his arms as he watched as the black dragon-like impact crashed against him, the massive force dispersed from his muscles, but the remaining power still rushed through the muscles into his bones and meridians. After many years, the chief finally experienced the joy of being beaten by others again.

But in addition to the pleasure, the chief was left with regret: "If you complete two jumps and don't make the jumps of the outsiders, you will be a good opponent." ”

"But now, no, die!"

Seeing that the chieftain's killing intent had been decided, Qin Riyue didn't expect that with his full strength to climb to ten tons, he didn't cause any harm to the person in front of him, and he regretted in his heart that he was not fighting against the power with pure strength, and his strength was scattered by the opponent's muscles, and he flicked his arm again, and the whole person quickly retreated.

Qin Sun and Moon retreated quickly, and the chief chased faster.

Seeing that Qin Riyue's arm was about to be grabbed by the chief, a feeling that was not strong, but equally firm, rushed out.

Combat skills! Draw the knife and cut off the water!

Zuo Nan never felt that he was a person with a strong fighting talent, his father and elder brother could obviously understand the mystery of Xingyi, but he could only learn an appearance, scaring and scaring laymen, and he was also powerful among excellent martial artists, but he could never touch the true martial arts with this alone. Zuo Nan is very clear about these, but he is distressed but has no choice.

What is the meaning of the form, make the shape with your own posture, and make the intention with your own heart. Because of his talent, Zuo Nan even specially selected the simplest scenery as the shape and meaning, and learned to draw a knife and cut off water. I don't know how many videos I've watched, and I've seen the last waterfall and mountain on earth a few times.

But today, Zuo Nan finally experienced that feeling.

Why do you want to use a knife to twitch the waterfall with your own strength, not because you are stupid, not because you are mentally retarded, in your own opinion, it is because of hatred!

I can't use water as a strong enemy to cut it off, I can't live in the hands of the enemy, I can't save my comrades under the enemy.

Hate! Hate! The enemy is so strong, it's clear that he is no longer an opponent, but how can he give up like this!

"Break it for me!" Zuo Nan was roaring and roaring, because of the weakness of his companions, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to this move, and he silently practiced a knife countless times, and finally reached Zuo Nan's new peak today.

Like the sound of tearing cloth, Zuo Nan didn't have time to retreat and stealth after slashing out, and he didn't know how many times he had played the opponent's move, but today under the reaction of the chief, he was smashed into the helmet of the iron-blooded armed with an uppercut, and the whole person was pierced to the ground.

Zuo Nan's eyes looked directly at the chief's wounds, and the fur of the iron-backed lion and tiger beast outside was torn, but the chief's muscles were only torn off the surface.

A thick despair made Zuo Nan's brain blank, how could this terrifying defensive power be something that the two jumpers might have!

His strongest move can only cause these damages, is it that today, he is finally going to die here?

The chief casually touched the scars behind him, and unexpectedly someone was able to hurt himself, and then this accident became a shame, it was just a group of outsiders who had made a leap, and they actually hurt themselves, damn it!

The foot wind whistled, Zuo Nan subconsciously closed his eyes, it was over.

"Bang!" A strange and incompatible impact sound sounded in Zuo Nan's ears, there was no pain and no death, and he was surprised by what happened just now, Zuo Nan opened his eyes and found that the chief who had just crushed the audience was hit by a figure.

Void step? Yang Chong? Surviving the disaster made Zuo Nan's heart a surprise, but he was immediately replaced by regret, Zuo Nan shouted loudly: "You shouldn't have come!" ”

"Say what, go on!" Zhou Jianfeng, who followed from behind, followed closely and threw a small bag into Zuo Nan's hand: "If you can still move, scatter this thing on that stupid fork, and keep it to make him happy!" ”

"What is this?" Zuo Nan asked subconsciously, and the person had disappeared in place after the phantom had rotated around the figure.

"Talcum powder!" Zhou Jianfeng said and added: "Don't bump into it!" ”

Before Zhou Jianfeng's words fell, and before he could say hello to Liu Yi, the chief had already grabbed Yang Chong and threw it towards Zhou Jianfeng.

With a face full of surprise and a deep horror, the chief shouted, "Why are you still alive?" ”

Yang Chong and Zhou Jianfeng quickly separated, and their eyes met for a short time, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Obviously, they are both two-time jumpers, both of them are jumpers of the first muscle jump and the second visceral jump, why does it seem that the gap between the two is so much now.

Although he was full of oppression when he saw the chief's son, he could still fight a dozen, but now when the chief stood in front of him, not only did his movements rise a few notches, but the momentum that remained by his side constituted psychological pressure all the time.

"No, it's just that you're running too fast and you noticed something wrong with the microcomputer?" The chief was taken aback for a moment, but immediately calmed down, and caught a glimpse that Yang Chong and Zhou Jianfeng had no microcomputers on their wrists, and they were much more sober no matter what the facts were.

It was also after the chief sobered up that the faint domineering spirit returned to the chief, and the strong aura dominated the audience.

His gaze swept over Yang Chong and Zhou Jianfeng, and the chief had to say in his heart that those outsiders could always have these life-saving things, and just as he was about to say something, a light rushed into the sky.

I can't hear anything, I can't feel anything, but it's the light in the darkness that everyone can look at in unison.

"Good luck for you!" The chief looked at the summoning of the mountain god and left without looking back, just as he didn't take Yang Chong and the others seriously when he came, and left just because he was afraid of wasting a little of the mountain god's time.