Borrow my life?

I don't know what the White Dragon wants to do, but no matter how he wants to borrow Chen Hu's life to use it while he is still alive, it will not be a good thing for the Huo Family Martial Arts Pavilion.

Now that Chen Hu's body is restrained, the tiger boxing he majored in emphasizes the fierceness and fierceness, and the moves are wide open and closed, and it needs to have a certain distance to fully exert its power, and the Lost Trace Boxing is just a kind of boxing that revolves around hypnotic techniques.

He is not proficient in inch strength, and it is impossible to break free in a short period of time, even if he condenses his internal qi and launches it, he believes that he will not be able to refine the white dragon.

But alas, after an easy victory, you will inevitably slacken.

Chen Hu admitted that the technique of refining the white dragon was incredible, not a move to urge the physical body like the breathing method, but the use and control of the physical strength and internal qi itself.

He was able to make moves faster than Chen Hu when his hard power was at a disadvantage in an all-round way, and his explosive strength was only a little weaker, and the most terrifying thing was that after playing a theoretically impossible performance, his body did not have any damage that should have occurred due to reaction force or muscle tearing.

This is the terrible effect of the combination of pure force skills and unloading skills, in ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign countries can do this, except for the people who break the extreme, I believe it is only a number of five fingers, and at such an age, maybe only the refining white dragon alone.

Chen Hu's strong strength made him admire, and the fact that he didn't kill himself greatly increased his favor for refining the white dragon.

But even so, in order to raise his father-in-law, the junior sister he liked, and the branch library that was about to be handed over to him, Chen Hu couldn't do nothing, watching Lian Bailong leave, and using himself to do things that were unfavorable to the martial arts hall.

When refining the white dragon even when he opened the door, Chen Hu's eyes froze, and his spiritual power burst out!

Think I've just woken up and can't use the secret arts?

In order to continue this mastery, my sister and I practiced the method of refining the gods day and night, and the strength of the spirit is by no means comparable to that of martial artists of the same level, although I am very embarrassed, but please trouble your spirit to be silent for a while!

Spiritual secret techniques are said to be rare, but in fact, like hypnosis, they are just a means of influencing the spirit of others.

It's just that hypnosis uses people's senses to indirectly affect the brain and spirit, while spiritual mysteries use their own mental power to directly affect the spirit of others.

Modify common sense, control actions, create illusions...

In the past, hypnosis could not be done in detail, but it can be realized by using the methods recorded in the mystical arts.

Energetic, Chen Hu invaded his own spiritual power into the brain of the refining white dragon.

The brain, where the spirit lives, when the shackles of the brain are not broken, the human spirit has been locked in it, and even after unlocking, the spirit can only stretch out its tentacles, and it is not completely separated from the brain.

But in the next moment, Chen Hu, who was full of confidence just now, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, no, it was not just as simple as spitting blood in his mouth.

His eyes, nostrils, ears, and seven orifices were bleeding, his face was visibly pale, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Oh? Do you still have the will to fight back against me and the strength to strike? ”

Lian Bailong turned his head, looked at Chen Hu, who was bleeding from the seven orifices, and looked frightened, and said with a smile:

"Although the strength is average, but you can regain your will immediately after the defeat, it's okay, I don't regret letting you go."

After that, Lian Bailong's left hand wrapped around the back of Chen Hu's neck, and the intercepting fist with the effect of sealing the acupoint and intercepting the pulse was attached to the fingertips, and it was lightly touched.

The already groggy head became heavier and heavier at this moment, and sleepiness struck, and the eyelids of Chen Hu's eyes began to fight.

"What the hell are you..."

At the moment before Lian Bailong stepped out of the door, Chen Hu asked this sentence with all his might, but the only thing that responded to him was the sound of the wooden door closing.

When he had just invaded the spirit of refining the white dragon, or the inner world, what Chen Hu saw was a dragon.

The appearance is the embodiment of the spiritual will of the martial artist, and it is normal to have a dragon guarding it in the heart of the refining white dragon, but the problem is that what he saw was not the golden divine dragon that appeared in front of him when he fought before.

What he saw was a crimson dragon that was tightly bound by chains condensed by countless golden lights, and his body was wrapped with a rich crimson blood, and the blood and fire fueled by blood qi seemed to bring destruction to the world.

And when the dragon with incomparable force roared, the spirit that he invaded was directly dispersed, and if he hadn't pulled his consciousness out in time, he might have become a vegetative person.

Even so, his spirit was still severely damaged, and it indirectly affected his physical body.

Chen Hu was puzzled, he didn't understand why there was such a terrifying thing in the spiritual world for a martial artist whose physical body and internal qi were only at the second-rate level, even if his level was already first-class, he still couldn't see any possibility of defeating that giant dragon.

Even the master and other top masters he had seen had never given him such a sense of powerlessness.

It's as if it's a life form and a high level.

"Could it be...... The one that represents a certain quality of the White Dragon...... Already at the breaking level? Find a way...... Tell the master...... Just...... Line ......"

The last thought flashed through his mind, and then, Chen Hu's consciousness sank and fell into a coma again.

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At night, Huo Fengyun's yard.

Huo Fengyun and Shen He sat at the dinner table, waiting for Chen Hu to come back.

It stands to reason that the competition that started at noon should come back anyway.

It doesn't matter if it's good news or news.

As first-class masters, they all have a whim, a kind of induction in the dark, and soon after Chen Hu went to the battlefield, a bad feeling has been surrounding their hearts.

Sitting quietly, Huo Fengyun was faintly a little restless, but Shen He was still calm, as if even if her senior brother died, it would not affect her indifferent state of mind.

Because for Shen He, as a martial artist, stepping into the rivers and lakes, while hurting and killing people, he has already had the consciousness of being killed, and he has a brilliant battle with a strong enemy, and he is defeated in the hands of a master he recognizes, which is the wish of many martial artists in their lives.

This is also Shen He's wish, to become stronger, to see more strongmen, and to fight with him in order to prove his martial arts and prove his strength.

She is a pure martial artist, but Huo Fengyun is not.

He was optimistic about the future of the martial arts hall, and he cared about his disciples, before he came, he had already secretly investigated the level of Longjiang martial artists, and thought that with Chen Hu's strength, it would not be possible to participate in the life and death ring, so he made the most daring plan.

But now, things seem to be different from what he thought.