Chapter Two Hundred and Four: A White-Hot Battle
"Looks like we're underestimating you!"
Among the remaining three martial artists, the original Jiuduan's originally playful face became serious, and his eyes looking at Lin Zheng were also full of vigilance.
Lin Zheng looked at the three vigilant Quartet Pavilion martial artists in front of him, and the corners of his mouth mentioned, "What?
"Hey, hey. The laws of this world don't have so many constraints, just win. The original nine-rank martial artist smiled, he guessed that Lin Zheng should want to fight them one-on-one, and then defeat them one by one.
Although he didn't think that even if Lin Zheng could defeat them one by one one by one, even if Lin Zheng could really defeat the two original eight-stage ones next to him, his Force couldn't afford to fight the wheels repeatedly, and it was he who won in the end. It's just that the third elder was waiting on the side, so he didn't want to delay, he wanted to take Lin Zheng down as soon as possible and behave in front of the elders.
Lin Zheng stood in place, his hands naturally drooped, his five fingers spread out, he turned his wrist and shook his palm, activated the meridians, raised his head slightly and stared at the three martial artists opposite, and said with a smile: "It seems that what you said is also true!"
"Then let's see who can win!" Lin Zheng's trembling hand clenched violently in the next moment, and the Force turned around, and rushed out directly one step ahead of them.
Seeing that Lin Zheng still dared to take the initiative in the face of the siege of the three of them, the martial artist of the original ninth stage was also slightly stunned, and then looked at the two martial artists next to him and laughed, "Come on, let this kid see the true strength of our Sifang Pavilion disciples." ”
"Howler. Otherwise, he really thought that if he hit us by surprise, he really had the ability to fight us. ”
"That's it, what's more, we're still three of us now, and I can't stand this kid's madness. It's time to teach him how to be a low-key person. ”
The two original eighth-stage warriors echoed and said.
Three majestic forces erupted from their bodies, and they rushed out head-on towards the rushing Lin Tribulation, striking at the Lin Tribulation in three directions.
"Punch!"
Lin Zheng snorted coldly, the Force swept wildly in his right hand, and the powerful punch slammed into the martial artist of the eighth stage of the original person directly opposite.
"Humph!"
The pupils of the martial artist who was targeted by Lin Zheng shrank slightly, and he suddenly snorted coldly, and the Force also surged violently in his right hand, there were no bells and whistles, only a simple frenzied force towards Lin Zheng's punch.
Boom!
Two ** substitutes, let out a muffled sound. The martial fist of the eighth stage of the original one was shaken open by a little arc, and he took a few steps back before he forcibly stopped it.
His face was shocked, originally he thought that at least he could open up with Lin Zheng, this was already an evaluation made by him overestimating Lin Zheng's strength. After all, he is the original eighth-dan, and he has already used all his strength. And Lin Zheng, even if he is very strong, he only has the strength of the fourth stage of the original!
He finally knew that Lin Zheng had defeated his three companions by not only sneak attacks, but also strong strength, and had the strength to confront them head-on!
But when he was shocked by Lin Zai's strength, Lin Zao's movements did not stop. The Force raced through his meridians, turning his fist into an elbow and slamming it directly into his chest like a chariot.
Boom!
Just as Lin Zheng's elbow was about to attack the original eighth-stage martial artist, a whip leg attached to the Force smashed towards Lin Zheng.
Lin Zheng's pupils shrank, and he looked at the leg that was gradually dilating in his pupils, and immediately stopped his offensive and took his right hand back. One turned and kicked the kicking leg, and flew backwards with the force of the recoil.
Although Lin Zheng's attack just now may make that person lose his combat effectiveness, but Lin Zheng's physical body has basically not been tempered much, and the meridians that have been refined by the immortal qi are stronger, even if he can abolish that person, he will definitely have a sharp reduction in combat effectiveness, and then he may be weakened against the remaining two people.
"Don't forget that we're three people!" The original nine-stage Quartet Pavilion martial artist forced Lin Zheng back with one leg, and looked at Lin Zheng who flew out upside down and said lightly.
Then he didn't stay in place for too long, continued to kick the soles of his feet, and took the initiative to rush towards Lin Zheng. And the martial artist who was almost knocked down by Lin Zheng before was also shocked for a moment, his eyes became even colder, and the Force surged even more violently, and he also rushed out towards Lin Zheng.
And the previous martial artist of the eighth stage of the original did not stay, and was already close to Lin Zheng's side. Without any hesitation, the Force turned around, and slapped it towards Lin Zheng with one palm.
The sharp palm wind rushed towards Lin Zai's face, and the hair on Lin Zao's forehead was gently lifted, revealing a pair of Lin Zao's hot eyes, which were a pair of eyes full of war.
The corner of Lin Zai's mouth mentioned that he had just suddenly, even though his Force was already more condensed than ordinary people, but he felt that it was not enough, just like he was stunned and felt that his Force was vain.
And in such battles, his Force is constantly becoming more and more rapidly condensed. For such a fight, of course, he also enjoys it.
Lin Zheng also activated the Force, full of fighting spirit, and with a kick on the soles of his feet, he slammed into his palm.
Boom!
He was also like the previous martial artist of the original eighth-stage, and he was shocked by Lin Zheng's punch.
Without waiting for Lin Zheng to form an offensive to attack him again, the other two warriors of the Sifang Pavilion also felt that they had organized an offensive to attack Lin Zheng.
And the warrior who had just been shaken away by Lin Zheng also activated his force and attacked Lin Zheng again.
For a while, the offensive of the three people attacked towards Lin Zheng from three different angles.
"Come on, come on, come along! Lin Zheng let out a deep sigh, and the Force surged out. There was no hint of flinching in his eyes, and he rushed forward in the face of the attack of the three of them.
Heavy punches, elbow rushes, and leg spinning, Lin Zheng used a set of combination skills to block the attacks of the three people respectively, but in the face of the attacks of the three of them at the same time, Lin Zheng's combination skills became faster, and this speed was beyond the limit of his practice.
Therefore, each of Lin Zheng's attacks was a little weaker than the previous attacks, just blocking the attacks of the two original eight-stage martial artists, but it was one point weaker when he clashed with the nine-stage martial artists of the original one.
Seeing that Lin Zheng was able to use the three original forms so quickly to block the attacks of the three of them almost at the same time, the three elders who were watching the battle also frowned, he had never seen the connection between the original forms and the original forms so fast like Lin Zheng, it was like a smooth flow.
The three disciples of the Sifang Pavilion were also very surprised, they glanced at each other, their eyes became fierce, and they once again destroyed the Force and rushed towards Lin Zheng.
Heavy punches, elbow punches, spin kicks, elbow punches...... Lin Zheng played one set of combo skills after another, and the connection between each primordial style became more and more flawless, and he fought the three of them for dozens of rounds in just a moment.
In such a strong battle, Lin Zheng's force was slowly becoming condensed, and the power of the original form that he thought was fast and didn't take into account was slowly making up.
In this way, Lin Zheng has been fighting with the three of them for nearly hundreds of rounds, and Lin Zheng's original connection is getting faster and faster, and his attack power has also caught up with before. Although the original nine-stage martial artist was fine, the two original eighth-stage martial artists began to be a little overwhelmed.
"No, this kid is weird, he hasn't shown signs of exhaustion after using so much original Force power in a row, and his combat power is getting stronger and stronger. The original nine-stage martial artist glanced at his companions who showed some signs of defeat, and immediately frowned, thinking to himself, "If this continues, the advantage on our side will be gone." ”
Now with the battle with Lin Zheng, he seems to be less and less confident in fighting Lin Zheng alone, and Lin Zheng's strength is beyond his imagination. So he had to save the day before the worst happened.
Lin Zheng gradually became excited during the battle, the immortal qi that he had integrated into his body before had recovered so quickly, and the original form he used could basically recover from Lin Zheng.
In the past, Lin Zheng's strength was not strong, and the effect of immortal qi was not so prominent, but now it looks like the benefits of integrating immortal qi are too great. Although the amount of Force consumed by these primitives is not too much, the consumption of the Force is still very terrifying when such a large amount is combined.
"Split Mountain Fist!" The martial artist of the ninth rank of the original one snorted coldly, and the force on his right hand was intertwined, ready to use the original form to attack Lin Zheng.
"I'll crack your head. ”
Lin Zheng saw that he was going to use the original form to give the primordial eighth-stage martial artist a chance to breathe, of course he wouldn't let him do so, and suddenly the Force surged out again, forcibly increasing the speed of the attack.
Due to the rapid attack of Lin Tribulation, the original nine-stage martial artist's Force had not yet been fully operational, so he gave up the accumulation of Force and used the original form due to Lin Tribulation's attack, and quickly destroyed the Force to block Lin Tribulation's attack.
His original plan was disrupted, and his eyes suddenly turned cold, now he was too close to Lin Zheng's attack, and he couldn't use the original form as fast as Lin Zheng, and the rhythm of the battle was all dragged by Lin Zheng, and there was no time to use the original form.
"Hmph, kid, you want to involve us in this fight, right?" The martial artist of the ninth stage of the original person was also surging with the force, completely desperate and violently bombarded each other with Lin Zheng's attack, for a while, Lin Zheng was a little unable to suppress it, and he actually had the upper hand, his eyes were slightly red and sneered at Lin Zheng, "I'll see how long your fourth stage of the original person consumes!"
Lin Zheng also smiled, and the speed of the attack gradually followed, "Don't worry, it's enough to kill you!"