As the rain grows, the wind gets louder.

Sometimes there are mountains and rocks rolling down, sometimes there is a strong wind, and sometimes there is thunder and lightning resonating and harmonizing.

The nameless low mountain may be washed by wind and rain all the year round, and there is still a mountain road to follow in the lower half, but the more you go up, the mountain has become a knife and an axe, steep and smooth, and there is no road.

"There is no way!"

The little old man suddenly came out of the rain curtain, hunched his instep, like a wild cat, and walked on his feet, and with a touch of his toes, he had already flashed out like a dragonfly and swept out of the water, walking side by side with Chen Zhuo.

Seeing the people next to him facing the wind and rain and receiving thunder, the murderous intent in his eyes soared, he raised his hand and palmed, and the wind swept by, and the rain curtain only seemed to collapse together.

Although there is no road in the mountain, but at the feet of Chen Zhuo can be born out of a way, he is in the shape of a monkey, jumping and stepping, light and heavy, rigid and soft changes, a leap and a sweep, the foot of the ground is divided into gold, step by step, an ape arm at the same time to tear through the wind and rain, pounding fists, in order to meet the strength.

The wind swept by, the wind and rain were uncertain, and the two of them were hunting in robes.

Syllable!

The fists and palms met, and Chen Zhuo's thick right arm suddenly swelled, and the thunderous explosion was already through the arm and sent out from the right fist.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button.

When the little old man retreated, his figure showed up in the wind, and he swayed in the rain, and in an instant, four or five fluttering figures seemed to appear out of thin air, attacking with all his fists.

For a time, there were murderous opportunities in all directions.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were like cold electricity, this killing move that was almost no order in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, there was a succession.

He stretched out his arms and stood up into a knife, and the knife had already cut out several palm shadows, breaking the fast attack one by one.

And the palm shadow also has a lot of changes, the momentum is exhausted, hidden collapse fist, cannon fist, the two arms seem to be soft and boneless, can be whipped under the palm, the spiral strength is secretly raised, this is scarred, the arm full of blood is immediately tightened, forcibly closed pores, muscles and muscles twisted into strength, has been smashed into fog, crushed into powder.

Between the two of them's steps and paces, the rocky cliffs along the way were all affected, as if they were hit by an iron whip and copper hammer, cracking and bursting, leaving a series of fist marks and whip marks.

But this scene fell in the eyes of the little old man, but his pupils trembled, isn't this his own way of playing with a cloth stick.

Looking at Chen Zhuo's posture gradually returning from a monkey shape, his heart was even more shocked.

Turning strength and turning all the passes into the pass is just ordinary, and turning the way of playing is profound.

The world's pictographic boxing emerges in endlessly, the so-called pictogram meaning, in order to imitate the ingenuity of its strength, groping for the key to it, so it is necessary to chase both form and spirit, has obtained its secret.

But there are people who have great strength, but they can put the magic of the form and god into the bones, hide the divine will, return to the original, and there is no need to stick to one move and one style, but the strength of the fists and feet will not be reduced at all.

That's how to play.

And the kid in front of him only seems to have infinite heaven and earth in his heart, how long has he been fighting, there has been such an atmosphere, and he is constantly running in with him again and again after the rebirth of the body, and the style of play is also constantly improving.

At this moment, there was a sudden bloody dispersion.

On Chen Zhuo's cold white face, at first glance, he saw blood leaking from his nostrils, and soon even his eyes and ears were bleeding blood, and a wisp of red flowed from his seven orifices, and the scene was tragic in an instant.

"Hahaha, boy, it's really going to kill you, your means of catching the thunder on the sky are indeed first-class in the world, but now the head is hanging in the thunder pool, how can thousands of thunders be borne by a mortal flesh, if you can still be connected to the strength of the mountain, the more you go up now, you may be digging your own grave!"

The little old man let out a "huh", and was stunned, but then laughed happily, so unfortunately, he was in schadenfreude.

As if feeling that the overall situation had been decided, he slowed down his offensive, suddenly took out a small lingzhi from his arms, took a bite lightly, and then carefully put it away.

Just as he was waiting to dissipate the medicinal power, accumulate killing moves, and completely kill the scourge in front of him, he didn't want Chen Zhuo on the other side to take out a thing from his arms.

It was a pouch, and as soon as the mouth of the sac was opened, several slender ginseng whiskers that had been prepared had been bitten into Chen Zhuo's mouth with a calm expression and taken into his mouth.

"Millennial ginseng?"

The old man's smile froze on his face, the muscles and muscles in his forehead kept twitching, the hand he put back paused in mid-air, and then took out the lingzhi, opened his mouth and wrapped it, his cheeks squirmed, staring at Chen Zhuo, and there was already a creaking grinding and chewing sound between his teeth.

I thought it was a battle without suspense, but until now, this son has gone from being vulnerable at the beginning to barely parrying, and then to the current stalemate with each other, and it is difficult to fight, and the change in the central thread is really ...... It's hard to put into words.

Constantly grow in the fighting...... This is a fucking demon!!

It wasn't until he saw Chen Zhuo take out the ginseng whisker of the thousand-year-old ginseng that he finally seemed to have made a decision, opened his mouth high, swallowed the wind and rain into his throat, and washed away the medicinal taste in his mouth.

Chen Zhuo's eyes were locked on the other party's body from beginning to end, and when he saw that his momentum was soaring and swallowing the world, he knew that he was going to fight for his life.

Sure enough,

"Boy, this was originally a killer move I devised to deal with that surnamed Gan, and now it's up to you to try it for the first time!"

Plain words, as if hiding stormy waves.

The little old man suddenly squatted on a horse and sank the tip of his hips, sitting in the air, clenching his fists, his chest and abdomen swelling and trembling, his lips and teeth were obviously closed, but his abdomen was gradually quiet, first there was a grunt and then his voice was loud, and he became a dragon and a tiger, like a crouching tiger getting up, and the dragon swimming.

The sound of the tiger roaring and the dragon's groan echoed in its abdomen, coming out of the body and spreading in the wind and rain.

The gravel on the mountain and the rain on the stone are all affected by its force, and they are all trembling slightly.

Daomen Dragon Tiger !!

Thinking that the medicinal power was gone, the little old man's thin figure gradually became contoured, the wide robe was slowly propped up, and the collapsed skin and flesh were also full, with the texture of muscles.

Look closely, there is no old man in the rain, but a thin man with a black face, long face and bald eyebrows, no hair on the top, drooping a pair of triangular eyes with drooping tips, and the Shenhua in his eyes flickering brightly and darkly, as if brewing a shocking blow.

Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled slightly, he looked back at the way he came, and suddenly looked up at the sky, looking at the sky hanging upside down like a black abyss, feeling the terrifying vastness of heaven, the ginseng whiskers in his mouth had already been chewed into his throat, and under the strange vibrations that came from the void again and again, the medicinal power was also rapidly emanating from his body.

As soon as his mind moved, Tiangang's energy, which was originally moving at random, was completely released at this time, and the drumming energy generated by the thunder above his head was frantically introduced into his body.

With the expansion and contraction of his heart and lungs, the qi and blood in his body have been rapidly mobilizing and swimming, rushing like waves, and the pale skin and flesh under the rain have turned red visibly to the naked eye, and wisps of white gas have gradually stirred up.

Chen Zhuo's expression was unprecedentedly calm, life and death were in front of him, and he could only be calm.

He faced the wind and rain and whispered softly, "I, Chen Zhuo, can also be regarded as resonating with heaven and earth, if God feels it and knows my idea of changing my path, he will help me kill the enemy in front of me today to prove my way!" ”

"If it had felt it, there wouldn't have been so many famines in the world."

The little old man's figure has always been in shape, and his hoarse voice has turned clear, indifferent and flat.

"Boy, this battlefield is destined to have its own successes and failures, the old man is blinded by his six senses today, and he will fight with you!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly stiffened his back, the big dragon jumped like a bow, and the person was already like an arrow to pounce, it was actually the "dragon-shaped search bone" of Xingyi Boxing, the waist and hips were twisted, and the momentum under his feet was like a tiger pounced, and even the "tiger-shaped" style of play was also obtained; Not only that, this person uses the Taoist "dragon and tiger two strength" to control the dragon and tiger two forms, the idea is wonderful, and the commission is not bad.

Moreover, it seems to be a method of joint attack.

"Let's try my trick 'Dragon and Tiger Fight the World', kill!"

Murderous, Chen Zhuo didn't have many complicated tricks, and with a stomp of his feet, the person had already strode out.

On the bare mountain path, the two figures seem to be like arrows from the string, breaking through the wind and rain, shooting straight to the top of the mountain, and then flying each other, you come and go, just like two demon dragons making waves, colliding into a tragic fight.

The blood flew away, and the wounds that were temporarily closed on Chen Zhuo's body had now burst again under the constant frantic collision, and he was covered in blood, but in an instant, he was washed away by the rain.

He made the Xingyi Five Elements Fist, although there are not many changes, but it is the root of the twelve forms of Xingyi, and all changes come from this.

The hand poison is like the hungry tiger that pounces on the sheep, but it is the fist that collapses again, vowing to condense the supreme killing intent with the fist of flesh and blood, and smash the boulder in front of him and the person who blocks the way.

In the next second, the flesh and blood under the fist flew sideways, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

The little old man who repeated the appearance of youth also played a real fire at this time, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were cracked, blood was splashed on his cheeks, the big dragon seemed to fly to the sky to show his speed, and his hands were probing claws to flip, and his ten fingers were as thick as a pestle, like a tiger with wings, and its speed was amazing.

Pushing fists and elbows, turning claws and shaking arms, the two fought all the way, leaving a wisp of blood, and there were many fist prints and paw prints on the rocks along the way, stained with blood.

The thunder roared in harmony, and thunder fell like a whip between heaven and earth.

The two sides fought each other for more than 20 moves, and there were no flaws in the offensive and defensive fighting methods, and the people had reached the top of the mountain.

The ink clouds on the sky dome hung high, as if within reach, but there was an indescribable sense of oppression that fell on the hearts of the two.

The sky is vast!

But the fight between the two of them is still endless, climbing to the top of the mountain, Chen Zhuo's whole body is full of qi and killing machine, and the killing machine has been climbed to the extreme, and the way of human hair killing machine seems to be connected to the killing machine of heaven and earth, his eyes are red, the blood in the corners of his eyes is meandering, the blood drips between his teeth, the blood and water flow out of his ears and nose, and the blood and flesh of his fists are blurred, which can be described as tragic to the extreme.

The little old man was covered in blood, but he was not hurt.

But as soon as he climbed to the top of the mountain, his face changed, the sky above his head was murderous, and there was a killing intent in front of him who wanted to go up to the sky.

The top of the mountain is bare, there is no grass, and there is a stubborn stone several meters high, half embedded in it. The bare stone surface has long been scorched black by thunder, fire and lightning, and the peak is faintly exposed under the rain under the erosion of the rain, and it is a huge piece of iron essence.

Listening to the thunder rumbling above his head, and feeling the terrifying sense of oppression, the little old man's eyebrows suddenly trembled slightly, and his progress slowed down inexplicably, as if he wanted to retreat, and the momentum of parrying was also slowed down.

But in the next second, a fist had arrived with a monstrous killing machine, squeezing into the empty door between his hands.

Not good!!!!

In an instant, the little old man suddenly woke up and came back to his senses, his face changed wildly, and then turned to hysteria, and his hands probed his claws to retract, trying to stop this punch like a crossbow.

It's too late!!

Then you don't keep it.

The little old man's ribs were tightened, his chest collapsed, his elbows shook, like a big peng spreading his wings, and at the same time he clenched his fists and threw his hands into Chen Zhuo's chest like a hammer.

Master and son three hands!

Between the lightning and flint, the figures of the two fierce battles for a long time finally froze together.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Two abnormal sounds, one sound.

Chen Zhuo was beaten in the chest and choked on bloody arrows in his mouth.

And across from him, the black-faced thin man was the sound of the cloth breaking.

A hand knife slammed into his clothes, not reaching his wrists, but penetrating his chest.

The thin man seemed to be stunned, his hands sank, and he wanted to hold Chen Zhuo's wrist, but with the sharp pain in his chest, he looked at the person in front of him with red eyes, and his open mouth muttered, but there was no word, and blood was surging.

Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, he shook his arm, grabbed a heart that was still twitching, and his other hand reached out like lightning at the same time, clasped his neck, and threw his arm back.

The thin body dragged a rain of blood and flew up......

The next moment.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap was heard, and a rain of blood dispersed in the air.

"Ahh

The long roar broke through the air, and the killing intent retreated.

Looking at it again, there was only blood on the nameless low hill, and in the rain curtain, a person was like an arrow away.

This is the chapter that made up for yesterday.

(End of chapter)