Chapter 32: Backing the Landslide

Compared with the previous sergeant major, that person has more agile feelings, no longer that rigid and numb stiff look, it is nothing more than a living person standing in front of him, he is born with a benevolent Buddha face, and then he looks like this, and even thinks that he is a monk who has lived on this mountain for a long time.

Henglian Qi burst out from the two of them, and the force that penetrated them could collapse the mountains and stones, and the surrounding air currents were also disrupted, becoming raging and messy, and the two of them were also like surging waves, invincible to everything. Finally, two similar forces collided together, and a whistling muffled sound was deafening, and the two of them were violently reversed and flew out, retreating more than a few feet.

Relying on the landslide, just from the name, you can guess that this is a martial art based on strong horizontal power, and if you practice it to the extreme, it can collapse mountains and destroy mountains as the name says. But this is still in the category of mortal martial arts, such a magnificent name, only exaggerated four words, the moves are single and simple, and even mortal martial artists are rarely willing to look at it, after all, when they shoot, in order to get a loss, to exchange injuries for injuries, which is obviously what most people don't want.

Therefore, the backing mountain collapsed in the mortal world, and there were few people, and they were left in the ranks of those who did not enter the stream of martial arts.

What Mu Chenhao learned back then was taught by Yan Lingchuan. And what the people in front of him have learned, Mu Chenhao is also familiar with. But whether this person is dead or alive is not clearer than Mu Chenhao, because this person once fell into the grass in a place called Niancun Mountain near Tianyan Capital, went to the mountain gate, and returned in vain after practicing for more than ten years, and became a bandit on the scourge side, and was beaten into a blood mist by Yan Lingchuan with a landslide.

once collapsed Yan Lingchuan into the air, but Yan Lingchuan was unscathed, and even guessed that what that person had learned was to ask questions.

Thinking of this, Mu Chenhao's eyes suddenly froze, and suddenly became cold. On this mountain, the mountain gate that countless people squeeze their heads to enter is not crowned with the word "ask nothing"?

Mu Chenhao lost his mind, and he couldn't help but stumble when he didn't stand firm.

Although I don't know what I want, when I was killed by the rickety old man, I fell into a coma, and when I woke up, I was already on the mountain of Wenxu, which was not a coincidence, but intentional.

Mu Chenhao suddenly panicked, he found himself standing in a huge chessboard, not knowing whether his chess piece was the first step or the last step.

And the person who played the game, Mu Chenhao didn't know anything. But Yan Lingchuan knew about these things, the shopkeeper knew, the owner of Mu Yunfeng knew, and even the old man who wanted to take his own life knew, but he was the only one who was still in the dark.

The person in front of him was still relying on the means of landslide, but he was much more clever, and when he was facing off, Mu Chenhao obviously felt that he had fallen behind.

This backing landslide is really not a peerless secret treasure, and it is even included in the stream, it is obvious that this martial arts is vulgar.

However, Mu Chenhao has practiced this landslide to the perfection of the realm for five years, and even in the battle of Tianyandu, he narrowly defeated the self-proclaimed immortal, but the young man who was still young but had terrifying skills-Gao Difficult. Mu Chenhao didn't realize until now that he had lost Gao Hardship in a mysterious and dangerous way, even if the other party had just entered the Empty Spring Realm and his foundation was not stable, what a terrifying thing it was.

Mu Chenhao has done this in five years, and he doesn't believe that the person in front of him will only be this level after more than ten years of immersion.

Relying on landslides is not necessarily clever, but this does not mean that other martial arts are not necessarily clever.

When thinking about Cun Mountain, Yan Lingchuan said that he smelled a trace of thunder. When Tianyan was in the capital, Gao Jian was shocked by his own landslide and exclaimed.

Finally grinned, looked at the person in front of him who was no longer sluggish, gestured, and whispered: "Come, let me try, the so-called Thunder Strength, let me try it even more, the so-called half-step immortal in your mouth." ”

That person had learned to ask the void, and even fell on the Niancun Mountain, claiming to be a half-step immortal, and was killed to death by Yan Lingchuan taking advantage of the gap between the landslides to teach Mu Chenhao. That person is the first position in Nian Cun Mountain, Fang Qingping.

"Stubborn!" Fang Qingping was angry, this anger was obviously not because of Mu Chenhao's mocking words, but because of this Mu Chenhao's insistence on going up the mountain, and the murderous machine suddenly started. When he landed, he strode towards Mu Chenhao, raising his palm during the process, and came with surging energy. Mu Chenhao did not flash or retreat, he also raised his palm, took half a step forward, and stabilized his body. Fang Qingping's palm had arrived, and when he put it together again, a rebellious qi erupted, blowing the clothes of the two of them messily, and their hair was flying, fascinating the eyes of the two.

Without leaving a moment of respite, the two of them waved their palms again at a very fast speed, and another muffled sound sounded.

When the left palm is weak, the right palm is already catching up, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them have more than ten palms. Mu Chenhao was short of breath at a young age, and he was the first to deflate, and after a palm, he couldn't hold on anymore and took a few steps back.

Fang Qingping took advantage of the approaching situation, palmed the top of his head, and went straight towards Mu Chenhao's naked open-air spirit. Mu Chenhao raised his head, revealing a solemn expression, and raised his hands to forcibly catch the cover's palm.

With his palms to his arms, Mu Chenhao gritted his teeth and struggled, his left knee couldn't bear the strength, and he slammed on the ground. Mu Chenhao was half-kneeling, one hand was free, and he slapped Fang Qingping's soft lower abdomen in front of him.

At the same time, Fang Qingping's palm had already hit Mu Chenhao's arm again.

The two of them directly ignored each other's methods, and blasted at each other with their palms.

Fang Qingping's palm was in his arm, and Mu Chenhao's palm was in his abdomen.

The two of them were suddenly thrown away by a strong force, the difference was that bright red gushed out of Mu Chenhao's mouth, splashed in the air, and fell to the ground with Mu Chenhao. On the other hand, Fang Qingping, except for his embarrassed appearance, did not see the slightest red.

"What about Ben Lei Jin?" Mu Chenhao sneered with blood at the corners of his mouth, his grinning white teeth were mixed with saliva and blood, his hands were propped up on the ground, he stood up on his knees, endured the pain of his arm about to break, and said sneeringly.

Fang Qingping was unmoved, obviously, although he was more agile than the previous sergeant, he was still far from having the independent thinking of a normal person.

Mu Chenhao suddenly felt bored, rubbed his aching arm, and stood up straight, since you like to fight, then I will fight with you!

Fang Qingping, who was standing at the entrance of the mountain road, did not spare his hand at all, and he didn't know if there were any injuries on Fang Cai's body.

The geographical location occupied by Fang Qingping is really excellent, condescending, making all of Mu Chenhao's actions feel a little passive, every movement and stillness are in Fang Qingping's eyes.

There is a tiger roaring mountain forest, Fang Qingping changes in his palm, and no longer kills with pure force, making the virtual and the real compatible, which is elusive.

A palm came to the underside of the ribs, turning into a spitting serpent, opening its bloody mouth to show its fangs, intending to bite down a piece under the soft ribs to satisfy its stomach. Mu Chenhao turned into an eagle's claw, and at the moment when the poisonous snake came out of the hole, he pinched it at seven inches, pinched and exploded the head of the poisonous snake, and unloaded Fang Qingping's palm.

When he didn't have time to react, this palm turned out to be a means to deliberately sell it to Mu Chenhao. Fang Qingping's palm, I don't know when it has climbed the back of Mu Chenhao's neck, there is a palm wind that moves the fine hairs, and the roots of the sweat hairs stand upside down, the palm wind is approaching, and the palm strength is like a shadow.

This palm pierced the defenseless back of Mu Chenhao's neck.

It was pitch black in front of him, and Mu Chenhao's manipulation of his body was broken, and his limbs suddenly became weak and fell like mud.

This Fang Qingping is not human, even if he is a human, he may not necessarily keep his hand. Mu Chenhao's planting speed was very slow, and he slowly fell to the ground, but Fang Qingping's palm was extremely fast, and it was already towards the back of Mu Chenhao's head.

When he leaned over, Fang Qingping's kind face revealed a line of hideousness, and that face was indeed too clean, for some reason, it was disgusting to watch.

It's just that Fang Qingping didn't notice that Mu Chenhao's body stopped falling, his palm got closer and closer, and one hand took the lead in grabbing Fang Qingping's calf.

Although Mu Chenhao's talent is good, what really shocked the immortals was his perverted physique, which was pierced through by the sergeant's spear, and was beaten to the point that his body was completely skinned, but he could still pant for breath and not be dying.

Fang Qingping, who was still leaning over, saw Mu Chenhao, who had already raised his head, grabbed his calf with one hand, and his whole body was close to being in the air.

But fortunately, his palm contained enough force that it was about to slap on Mu Chenhao's head.

But one hand grabs the calf, what about the other?

Fang Qingping is not a real person, so naturally he will not take these into account, he only knows to completely destroy the person in front of him who insists on going up the mountain.

In other words, he is not Fang Qingping, he does not have the meticulous scheming of Fang Qingping on Nian Cun Mountain, killing the enemy with one move, leaving no back.

So from the very beginning, when this Fang Qingping did not use his thunderous strength, the result was already doomed.

The other hand had quietly stretched out under Fang Qingping's hanging arm, and Mu Chenhao, who was in the air, was able to exert his strength again, and his whole body almost flipped in a circle, his head was down, he flipped back in the air, and there was a whip leg with a strong wind, which kicked Fang Qingping's clean face fiercely.

There was a collision sound, and Fang Qingping's body was spinning, flying out of Zhang Xu and falling to the ground.

Getting up, Mu Chenhao looked at the flat open space that was smashed out of the messy grass and trees in front of him.

The night was dark, and there was a commotion in his ears, and Fang Qingping walked out of the grass and trees.

Mu Chenhao saw Fang Qingping.

Two mountains.

refused to walk by the mountain, so he had to go straight down the mountain.

Fang Qingping moved, moving extremely slowly, visible to the naked eye. Mu Chenhao moved, moved slowly, and didn't hear a sound.

The two of them are one step at a time, both of them are three points into the ground, each step is getting heavier and heavier, and the strength of the trust in their arms is naturally more and more powerful.

The distance between the two was only a few feet, and the steps were no more than a dozen steps, and in the dark night, Mu Chenhao's face covered his forehead with beads of sweat the size of beans, sliding down his cheeks, and his heavy snort was spurting thin, becoming more and more hot.

At the end of the day, Mu Chenhao and Fang Qingping seemed to be carrying a mountain on their backs, collapsing everything.

The pillars are missing, the dust is rising, and the wind is flying. The wind did not stop, causing the surrounding trees to swing wildly and let out a piercing scream. It was difficult to see at night, and only two objects could be seen faintly shooting out in diametrically opposite directions, knocking down large bushes and thorns, and no other movement was seen.

I don't know how long it took, but before the night ended, a hand stretched out in the darkness and crawled out of the messy branches and leaves, covered in blood, ragged, and embarrassed.

Mu Chenhao.

The package on his body has long since disappeared.

Staggered to the front, looking at the same mess of grass and trees, empty underneath.

looked around, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "This level is passed." ”

As the words fell, there was a morning light shining through overhead, blocked by the huge mountain, but it was enough to see the things around him clearly.

Mu Chenhao stood in place, stunned, as if he was nailed to the ground, unable to move, his eyes were like a torch and looking straight ahead.

Su Hu was also covered in blood and scarred, one hand covered the other's shoulder, and bright red flowed from between his fingers.

The two were not far apart, looking at each other.

Almost at the same time, with the voices of the two that only they could hear, spoke,

"Dog's day, there's no end. ”