Got tricked yourself?

Murong Longcheng's eyes flashed for a moment of distraction and stunnedness, his cheeks bulged, and he already spit out a mouthful of blood with "wow" in his throat.

Then he looked at Chen Zhuo in front of him, his lips moved, but unfortunately before the words came out, he suddenly lost control of his hands and feet, and flew out upside down with a swing, like a tumbling stone, rolling and rolling, and crashed into the snowdrift, not knowing life or death.

Chen Zhuo took advantage of the victory to pursue, followed the flying chase, turned over and jumped on the snowdrift, his right knee sank, and he had fallen into the sky like a meteor, and hit it hard.

"Boom!"

The snow is blowing.

There were no more snowdrifts on the ground, only a large pit that was two feet wide.

Dust riots.

Chen Zhuo's eyes did not have the slightest joy, his eyes swept the big hole, followed by looking around, and then turned around and squinted behind him.

But he saw that Murong Longcheng was standing in the heavy snow, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, the jade crown on his head was gone, and his cloak was scattered, as if he was really angry, and he shot out real fire, and a vast sword intent was erecting in his body, rushing into the sky.

This person was just standing, and the wind and snow above his head were actually brushing to both sides, stirring the wind and clouds and changing colors.

Feeling the endless sword qi, Chen Zhuo's eyes had a different color, and he even practiced the innate body-breaking invisible sword qi.

It seems that nine times out of ten, it was obtained from Murong Bo's hands.

"Okay, since Duan Siping back then, you are still the first one to hurt me in this world."

Murong Longcheng said very lightly, and then raised his hand with a move, and immediately there was a fierce wind against the current, which made his hair fly and roll up, and his robe was curled, but it was not the broken sword, but the capture of the void, the wind and snow in his hand turned into a sword, and a mouthful of ice sword more than three feet was condensed.

It's all just a blink of an eye.

His eyes were like cold lightning, and when he raised his sword again, the sword qi and sword intent above his head suddenly rolled up the frost and snow, melted the wind and turned the snow, and swirled in the void, surging in the wind.

Those frost and snow were originally scattered and fragmented, but whenever they were swept up by this person's sword intent, they immediately gathered and changed, and the edge was born, turning into ice-like swords, speeding between heaven and earth, like a torrent.

"It's wonderful, that's what makes it enjoyable!"

Raising his eyes, Chen Zhuo was surprised in his heart, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It's a worthwhile trip.

This person's sword intent is so strong that he can shape the wind and snow into a sword shape out of thin air, and he is really capable of it, and it can be regarded as worthy of the name.

As soon as the long sword in Murong Longcheng's hand was lucky, he immediately saw that the torrent of sword qi gathered behind him like a long river, tumbling and circulating, like a flying dragon coiled and flying in the wind and snow, the sword qi was as vast as the ocean, and everywhere he passed, the mountains, rocks, ice and snow were all crushed into powder and wiped out.

Thousands of swords collided with the sound, and the sound of the sword roared loudly, stirring, and it was spread far away in this Tianshan Mountain.

Chen Zhuomeng took a deep breath, rubbed the ten fingers of his hands lightly, and then clenched into a fist, and with his grip, a majestic true qi that was masculine and strong, strong and fierce suddenly filled the surroundings, spreading in the void around him, and his eyes were even more red, like two rising red flames, and the hot breath overflowed in all directions, turning the frost and snow into a torrential rain.

Looking at the torrent of sword qi behind Murong Longcheng, his eyes were scorching, and the true qi around his body gradually condensed, like a huge ball of fire, wrapping his body, and said loudly: "Don't come yet!" ”

Murong Longcheng was no longer as out of shape as before, but his eyes were a little more calm and calm, and as soon as the tip of the sword turned, the torrent of sword qi was instantly like being pulled away, and they all pointed at Chen Zhuo from afar, only pointing at the tip of the opponent's sword.

"Boy, take the sword!"

As soon as the sound fell, thousands of sword weapons were wrapped in the cold wind and frost, turning into a mighty white torrent, separating from the heavens and the earth, rushing towards Chen Zhuo like a long river, with the potential to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Here it comes.

Chen Zhuo's feet sank, as if rooted in the ground, as steady as Mount Tai, with a smile on his face, and then his arms folded in front of him, the true qi outside his body became more and more intense, and the red light flowed, reflecting him like a fire god.

See you.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The water and fire were fierce, and the torrent of sword qi was already four feet away in front of Chen Zhuo's body in the blink of an eye, colliding with the true qi of the protective body, like thunder in the sky and fire on the earth, and the ice swords were shattered one after another.

The remnants of the energy were scattered, leaving criss-crossing and shocking sword marks in the ground, and the ground was full of broken swords.

The hustle and bustle abounded, Murong Longcheng led the sword with a sword, and he became more and more crazy, thinking that he became famous at the end of the fifth dynasty, ruled the world, and did not meet opponents, but today he suffered a big loss here, how could he stop.

But the fire between heaven and earth is the same as before, just like the fire that grows bright in the night, and it is like a brilliant sun falling into the world, all laws are not invaded, and the wind and rain are difficult to add.

What kind of evil kung fu does this kid practice?

Murong Longcheng was also aggrieved in his heart, in the past, he was congenitally undefeated in the "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift", but he was the nemesis of all kinds of martial arts in the world, I thought that no matter how powerful this kid was, it would be difficult to make an exception, and I didn't want to be as if he was specially coming to deal with him, first of all, the spiritual miracle, and the domineering, very strange fist, the move was unexpected.

It was useless to fight and move the stars, and with the carelessness of the enemy, he suffered a loss.

Let's say that under the stalemate, Chen Zhuo's external protective true qi has been slowly converging.

Seeing this, Murong Longcheng's killing intent was even stronger, and he mentioned it again, he led the sword with one hand, and suddenly lifted it with the other, holding the snow above his head, and using the method of "fighting and turning the stars" to return the force and integrate into the torrent of sword qi.

However, he didn't want Chen Clumsy to stand steadily, and his figure suddenly floated backwards like catkins.

Murong Longcheng only thought that Chen Zhuo's successor was weak and that he was dying, but the expression on his face was staggering, and his eyes were sharply dilated.

But I saw Chen Zhuo on the ground with one foot, and the other foot drew a circle, his hands were empty, and his right hand was in the air, and the wind and snow were stirred by a strange force in an instant, and the two qi of yin and yang blended, turning into a whirlpool out of thin air, and actually introduced the torrent of sword qi into it, and the other hand volleyed one after another, and then sent it outward.

Murong Longcheng saw the strange trick he had made, and he turned back and attacked him.

Evil door.

He only thinks that his "Fighting Stars" is the only one in the world, and he doesn't think that this person will have similar methods, and it seems to be more clever.

In a trance, Murong Longcheng wondered if Chen Zhuo had secretly learned the Murong family's mastery.

And this person's methods are really endless, and it is impossible to prevent it, and I don't know how many unique skills have not been performed.

But it was too late to be dumbfounded, he also flew back and retreated, threw the ice sword in his hand, raised his palms with both hands, and led the remaining sword qi to his body with a fighting star shift, flew around, and pushed it out again.

The two torrents, hedged in the air, the ice swords were all shattered, and they disappeared in an instant.

In the heavy snow that was scattered in all directions, Chen Zhuo stepped back to the place, but when he rushed over, there was still the shadow of Murong Dragon City in the same place.

A faint voice could be heard in the wind and snow in the distance.

"Boy, the coming day is long, it's not appropriate to fight again today, let's fight again another day."

This man has withdrawn.

Chen Zhuo did not pursue, coughed lightly twice, opened his sleeves, and passed over his face, there was already a pool of blood in his sleeves, and his face was a lot whiter.

"Ahem...... Sure enough, he is not an idle person, but he is afraid that he still has spare strength and has not done his full work, so it seems that he can only wait for the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" to reach the ninth level before making plans. ”

He calmed his breath, his bones contracted, and he returned to normal, then glanced at a large rock in the distance, and turned and ran into the snow.

When Chen Zhuo was already far away, behind the stone, he saw a figure jump out and rush to the other end.

(End of chapter)