Chapter Seventy-Nine: Tiger-level powerhouse, terrifying!
While!
The sound of the clash of gold and iron sounded, and Zhao Jinlong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was shocked.
This guy can still block at this time......
Hey, that's not right.
It turned out that he didn't block his own fragments, but turned around to block Chu Zijian's moves.
I guess I didn't take myself seriously.
What a damn guy.
"Ahh
A terrible howl resounded throughout the night sky.
At this time, the flames on Chu Hongming's body had already been extinguished by him with his internal force.
The imitation Five Poison Divine Sand had also fallen off, and it did not cause any serious injuries to this tiger-level powerhouse.
In other words, these two tricks are just to hide people's eyes.
The real killer move is Zhao Jinlong's wind-seeking fragment.
At this moment, the coldness and sharp pain under his crotch made Chu Hongming fall into a state of shock for a moment.
Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Chu Zijian shouted loudly and used the Zhong Ming swordsmanship taught by his father himself.
The so-called Zhong Ming sword technique is based on the power control of the big opening and closing.
A sword can be stabbed like a big stick on top of the giant bell, making the giant bell roar without piercing the giant bell.
You can also choose to pierce the giant bell, so that the sound of the giant bell becomes broken and unpleasant.
The difference in effect is all due to the different control of power.
At this time, this move made by Chu Zijian is called the Bell Breaking Style, which is the last move of Zhong Ming's swordsmanship.
This move is the heaviest move in the entire Zhong Ming swordsmanship.
The previous moves are all bell-hitting, and this move is breaking the bell.
All the killing intent, all condensed in this move.
As soon as this sword came out, the killing intent rushed to the face.
Chu Hongming immediately woke up from his stagnation, his face revealing incomparable anger and madness.
I don't like to practice martial arts because there are countless women in my life for me to play with.
But now, my baby is gone, and a big hobby is gone.
How can I endure it?
This simply broke his desire to live!
Seeing that Chu Zijian, the initiator, still dared to attack him, how could he not fight back?
Even if it's death, you have to pull a cushion on your back!
"Roar!"
Chu Hongming erupted into the last madness, like an angry tiger.
The violent momentum oppression alone made Chu Zijian's aura stagnate, and the moves in his hand involuntarily slowed down a lot.
His hands were even trembling, and he could barely hold his high-imitation Heavenly Sword.
"Not good!"
Zhao Jinlong was shocked, he didn't expect Chu Hongming to burst out with such a strong force.
Moreover, he was sober too quickly, faster than Yue Aiqun sobered up.
This doesn't make sense!
Zhao Jinlong didn't know that the reason why Chu Hongming woke up so quickly was because Chu Zijian's bell-breaking killing intent was too strong.
If Chu Zijian used an ordinary move, on the contrary, it was more likely to kill Chu Hongming without falling into such a passive situation.
Zhao Jinlong didn't have time to think about why, he only knew that if he didn't make a move, Chu Zijian would die.
Seeing Chu Hongming's internal force poured into the soft sword, the soft sword immediately became hard.
Boom.
It was also a serpentine sword technique, but this time Chu Zijian's body had been poked with three or four blood holes.
This is thanks to his rich combat experience, otherwise he would not have been able to dodge Chu Hongming's moves at all.
"Onslaught!"
Zhao Jinlong immediately rushed over, and as soon as he made a move, it was a killer move in Huashan's swordsmanship.
This move has been integrated into the Heartless Sword Technique by Ling Huzhong, and Zhao Jinlong has long been familiar with it.
Whether it is strength or accuracy, it is not inferior to the previous Huashan Sixiu and others.
Of course, with such strength, it is not enough to deal with a tiger-level master like Chu Hongming.
At most, I can only contain it.
"Well come, you're going to die too!"
Chu Hongming suddenly burst out laughing, as if the more he fought, the more excited he became.
I saw that his body twisted violently, and the soft sword was no longer hard, but twisted with it.
Phew.
The sword was like a spirit snake, first stabbed another hole in Chu Zijian's body, and then bounced to the back and stabbed at Zhao Jinlong.
"So fast!?"
Zhao Jinlong was taken aback, thinking that he had to block this sword.
But with his strength, the movements simply can't keep up with the consciousness.
He was terrified and screamed that it was over.
At this moment, he dropped the low-imitation Huashan Sword in his hand and stretched out two fingers instead.
Da!
The snake-like soft sword was firmly sandwiched between two fingers.
"Hahahaha!"
Zhao Jinlong laughed.
A king-level move is a king-level move, and the system has firmly imprinted this move on its body, just like instinct.
Even if your consciousness can't keep up, this trick can always save your life at a critical moment.
Thank you so much for the system.
Ha ha.
"What!?"
Chu Hongming's face changed in shock.
According to his original idea, he planned to use the soft sword to stab Zhao Jinlong to death, and immediately bounce the soft sword back to stab Chu Zijian to death.
But he never imagined that his lightning-fast sword strike would be caught by the kid's casual two fingers.
How can it be?
This doesn't make sense!
Even his own brother Chu Zhongming couldn't clamp the soft sword that he was attacking quickly.
Could it be that this kid is already a crane-level powerhouse?
Chu Hongming thought a lot in an instant, but he still couldn't figure it out.
It's really a crane-level powerhouse, do you still need to ambush yourself?
This guy looks mediocre, he doesn't look like a master at first glance, why can he hold his long sword?
"Play a trick on me, come back!"
Chu Hongming's face turned fierce, and he tried his best to pull the soft sword back.
It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries, the soft sword is motionless.
"Hahaha, can you still take the things away from me?"
Zhao Jinlong scoffed.
In fact, he was a little nervous.
Because this guy's strength is really great, mixed with the power of internal force, it gives him a feeling as if this guy can really be snatched away by a sword.
In fact, if you are not a wolf level now and have no internal strength, I am afraid that people can really snatch their own swords.
After all, it is a tiger-level powerhouse.
Even the weak current among the tiger-level powerhouses is not easy to get along with.
Didn't Fathead and Uglyhead be able to figure out a way to deal with their invincible scissorhands?
If this guy didn't use a soft sword today, but a sledgehammer, he would be terrible.
"No way! What do you have!"
Chu Hongming let out a scream.
An incomprehensible scene that drove him crazy.
"Die!"
He kicked out violently and kicked Zhao Jinlong's stomach fiercely, wanting to kick Zhao Jinlong away.
Zhao Jinlong was shocked and changed color, and subconsciously wanted to let go.
But he thought that if he let go, he was afraid that both of them would die at the hands of Chu Hongming.
So, I couldn't let go even if I was kicked hard.
"Transfer Changchun Palace!"
Zhao Jinlong drank in his heart, and immediately ran the Star Heart Sutra and Changchun Gong.
Previously, through the improvement of Master Lu Changchun, he gave the body four palaces and re-divided the Changchun Palace.
In other words, he has now divided the acupuncture points of his body into five palaces, and the Changchun Palace is the main body.
At this time, he redivided the five palaces in an instant, moving the Changchun Palace to the belly.
At the same time, the rest of the four palaces exerted their strength in unison, mobilizing all the internal forces of their whole bodies to resist Chu Hongming's angry kick.
But even so, when this kick came, he still felt a piercing pain.
It's as if something has hollowed out the stomach, and there is no feeling in that place.
"Wow!"
Zhao Jinlong spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, and the whole person was driven backwards by his stomach.
But he still didn't let go of his fingers.
The whole person is centered on the fingers and the soft sword, and it is churning up, and it happens to draw a wonderful circle.
"You!"
Chu Hong vomited blood angrily, condensed his internal force with his left palm, and hit him into the air, vowing to blow Zhao Jinlong's head up.