"Be careful!"

Chen Zhuo smiled coldly, his feet moved, and he didn't forget to remind him, like the voice of the soul.

Just a few steps away, his pace suddenly turned fast,

"Boom!"

Then he heard a bang, Murong Longcheng's eyes were empty, the wind and snow were chaotic, and Chen Zhuo had disappeared in place.

The next moment, a fierce killing machine attacked itself, and the moment Murong Longcheng noticed it, he flew up, looked up to the sky and roared wildly, within ten zhang of his body, and suddenly the sky was shocked, and thousands of sword qi fell like rain, bringing layers of shocks and explosions.

He was hanging in the air, his eyes were turning sharply, his heart was moving, and he was quickly looking for Chen Zhuo's traces, but he soon realized something, and hurriedly looked up, in the wind and snow, but saw six flying fists falling from the sky, unimaginable.

Looking at Chen Zhuo's cold face, Murong Longcheng's pupils shrank, and he roared and raised his palms to greet him.

In the hand, the two of them just fell like meteors, slamming into the ground, "booming", and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

By the time the noise of the riot quickly cleared, there was an astonishing scene in the snow.

Chen Zhuo stood proudly on the spot, like a god and demon, with his six arms upward, as if he was holding the sky, and Murong Longcheng's hands and feet had been captured, and he was lifted high in the air, still struggling, coughing up blood in his mouth.

The breath in Chen Zhuo's chest and abdomen was bulging, and the true qi in his body was even more violent and forceful, and the true qi around his body was condensed like a rag fire, and his black hair was standing upside down, rising like flames.

"Ahh

He drank in a deep voice, his eyes were sharply open, and his six arms moved together, as if he wanted to tear Murong Longcheng apart on the spot.

Murong Longcheng was originally howling in pain, but the roar suddenly paused, his breath changed rapidly, and his originally upright body suddenly turned, his flesh and blood were dim, and his deification was exhausted, and for a while, it seemed to turn into a dead tree and rotten wood, turning from glory to withering, becoming lifeless, and lifeless, and his burly body suddenly shrank, and he actually broke free.

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo snorted coldly, and a fist was immediately sent out, like a mountain, impartial, and smashed on Murong Longcheng's chest.

But this was a heavy and earth-shattering punch, but there was no extraordinary scene, it was more like hitting a piece of wood, and the strength was incomprehensible.

Murong Longcheng was punched in his body, and his burly body was like a dead leaf fluttering in the wind, light and slow, turning over and falling in the snow, dusting his chest carelessly, and sneering.

The smile rose, and the strong wind in front of him came again, Chen Zhuofei rushed over, his body was in mid-air, his six arms moved together, and he smiled evilly: "Kurong Zen Gong? I'll let you block! ”

There was also murder in Murong Longcheng's eyes, he was able to get to this day, but it was not all based on scheming and conspiracy. If a person wants to become a big man and do great things, he naturally needs to be strong and powerful as the confidence, and the difference between him and Murong Bo and Murong Fu is that he first has the invincible strength in the world before he can inspire people's hearts, turn his hands into clouds, and cover his hands for rain.

Compared with the two unsuccessful heirs of the Murong family, Murong Longcheng is particularly sober, even if he is already invincible, he has been improving his strength all the time, over the years, he has wandered all over the world, searched the world, incarnated innumerable, once held a high position, held the life and death of countless people, and was also ordinary and ordinary, worshiped various sects, and did his best, almost including most of the world's martial arts.

He has cultivated a body of ability, on martial arts, invincible in the world, on scheming and strategy, it is unparalleled, both civil and military, and proficient in all kinds of strange skills, obscenity, sideways, simply omniscient, omniscient, he thinks he is more qualified than anyone else to be the emperor.

Now that the time has been waiting for many years, it is just around the corner, and there is no way to retreat.

"Come on, boy!"

Murong Longcheng's legs were slightly bent, his arms were stretched, his palms were swords, and with a long roar in his mouth, a mighty sword intent rushed straight to Xiao Han, his eyes also had sword light, and the frost and snow beside him were pushed to the side.

Looking at Chen Zhuo who was approaching, he turned with one palm, used his arm as the sword body, carried his flesh and blood, and raised his hand to shake.

"Whew!"

An invisible sword qi suddenly lay between the two of them, and was hit by him in the air, and where it passed, if it could separate the land and open the sea, it left a heart-pounding sword mark on the ground, extending straight towards Chen Zhuo, the wood and stone were all broken, and nothing was cut off.

"Thanks to your Innate Broken Body Invisible Sword Qi, I can go further, this move was originally reserved for Duan Siping, and I will try it for you for the first time today." Murong Longcheng took a deep breath, swallowed the blood in his throat fiercely, and there seemed to be sword qi rushing out of the seven orifices, and it seemed to resonate with heaven and earth, inside and outside, and his eyes were red: "I said to kill you, I must kill you today!" ”

This sword aura is so strong, looking at the sword powerhouses that Chen Zhuo has encountered in the past, there are very few people who can match it.

Looking at it from a distance, Murong Longcheng only seemed to shake out a white light of several zhang long, breaking through the wind and snow, formless and qualitative, and even more sharp.

Chen Zhuo's progress slowed down, and his six senses suddenly moved, and he had already avoided the past in danger and danger.

Then he saw that the sword qi was unabated, and flew straight to a snow peak in the distance, the sword qi passed silently, and a section of the mountain tip had already slipped down.

"Hahaha, kill!"

Murong Longcheng laughed wildly, his left hand shook again, the wind and snow suddenly parted like waves, and another sword qi was like stars running through, directly approaching Chen Zhuo, and the dazzling kung fu was already in front of him.

Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, his six arms shook, and his palms were surging; Some are golden and prosperous, such as capturing the sun and the moon; Some of the palms seem to have flames rising; Some of them were filled with black gas, like a black hole.

When he was tied to a thousand jun, he bent his five fingers and grabbed it with his big hand, and he actually grabbed the sword qi in his hand.

The two extremely tacky forces collided with each other, and Chen Zhuo immediately slid back against the ground and retreated.

It's just that his face soon became a little more crazy, with a tiger roar in his mouth, he stomped on the ground with one foot, stabilized his feet, and stopped retreating, and his six palms were full of energy, only in Murong Longcheng's gradually solidifying smile, the sharp and incomparable brilliant sword qi silently collapsed, turned into a strong wind, kicked off a few circles of dust, and became invisible.

I actually took it.

Murong Longcheng's expression changed wildly, and he roared, "This is impossible! ”

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and shot out another earth-shattering sword aura.

However, as soon as this sword qi left the body, a fist in the snow curtain smashed into the air, shattering it.

One punch was in front of him, followed by a few more that flew down.

Murong Longcheng was caught off guard, and while parrying with both hands, his chest had already been punched several times, only to feel that there were overwhelming fist shadows in all directions, and blood was surging in his mouth.

He also wanted to repeat his old tricks, and unload his strength with the "Kurong Zen Gong", but in the shadow of the heavy fist, a powerful finger came like electricity, poked in his heart little by little, rubbed his palm, and pushed out, Murong Longcheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a strange force swept through his body, and his breath dispersed, and he had fallen backwards and flew out.

"Poof!"

Not only was he struck in his heart, but at the same time that Murong Longcheng was flying, his left arm had become empty, and a stream of blood was splashed in the air.

Chen Zhuo lightly threw a broken arm in his hand, looked at Murong Longcheng who was staggering on the ground, and said condescendingly: "Do you know what mistakes you made?" One of the biggest mistakes you made was to use my martial arts against me, which was extremely stupid. ”

As he spoke, he strode forward, clenched his fist in his right hand, and shot out like an arrow from the string, and his body was halfway through, he had already stretched an astonishing arc, and the wind was surging under his fist, wanting to take the life of the person in front of him.

It's just that it backfired, and more than a dozen figures suddenly came in the wind and snow, these people were dressed differently, not only the clothes of the Tibetan monks, but also the clothes of the Khitan and Western Xia, and the body was smart and fast, obviously not mediocre.

"Hurry back!"

One of them hissed to remind Murong Longcheng, and when he moved, he had already become entangled in a flanking attack.

Chen Zhuo slowed down the offensive, frowned, and said, "It's really fucking not exquisite!" ”

The killing intent in his eyes was strong, his six arms moved together, his five fingers were held one by one, and he suddenly saw the frost and snow in his hands turning from invisible to tangible, turning into arrows, and the arrows were moved around, and they shot out of their hands remotely.

For a while, I suddenly saw a poignant blood flower blooming in the air.

(End of chapter)