Martial Arts Supreme Cultivation System

Chapter 200 Crazy Demon
"Old Cao!!!"

Zhao Mengjian and Cao Jinxiu are like brothers, otherwise they would not be able to be so close to each other, one in a martial arts sect and the other in a prison. Even at this critical moment, Cao Jinxiu fell in love because he helped Zhao Mengjian. Luo Jianxun said, now seeing Cao Jinxiu hit Luo Jianxun's sword, Zhao Mengjian suddenly exclaimed, and with a whoosh of the black gold short stick in his hand, he swept towards Luo Jianxun's face.

As soon as Luo Jianxun succeeded in the blow, he naturally wouldn't get entangled with Zhao Mengjian, so he drew his sword back immediately, and heard a puff, Cao Jinxiu's body shook, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and he fell powerlessly down.

Zhao Mengjian supported Cao Jinxiu and said, "Old Cao, Old Cao, how are you? Old Cao, Old Cao, are you okay?"

I saw Cao Jinxiu gush out blood one mouthful after another, his chest was instantly stained red, his eyes were fixed on Luo Jianxun, and he pointed at Luo Jianxun tremblingly.

"What's wrong, Mr. Cao?" At this time, Uncle Wang stabilized the surging energy in his body. He didn't want to hear Zhao Mengjian's exclamation, so he quickly turned his head. Before he had time to see clearly what happened, he heard two whooshing sounds, and one Two figures, black and white, passed by him in an instant, with a cold light on their sharp claws. Uncle Wang did not dare to neglect, and quickly came to his senses, whipping his whip to save himself.

Seeing Cao Jinxiu pointing at Luo Jianxun's hand, Zhao Mengjian's eyes turned red, his grief and anger turned into a roar, and he shouted, "Luo Jianxun, you damn boy, take your life!!!"

While speaking, there was a golden luster on the Wujin short stick in his hand, but it was the manifestation of the internal energy of the Iron Fist Sect to the extreme. Zhao Mengjian was furious, but he still cared about the surge of true energy in the meridians in his body. But completely ignoring whether he would become obsessed because of this, his true qi was reversed, and his whole body was like a tiger descending from the mountain. With a bang, the iron rod made a sound of piercing through the air, screaming, and hit Luo Jianxun's chest.

As the saying goes, in the world of martial arts, the only thing that can't be broken is fast, and there is another saying, which is called using force to break cunning, and one force can fall ten times. Now Zhao Mengjian is very sad and angry, and he puts life and death aside. One move can be said to be fast and fierce. It was a flaw, but Luo Jianxun found that the Dugu Nine Swords were useless at this moment. After all, Zhao Mengjian obviously put life and death aside now, and even if he attacked his flaw, he was just exchanging injuries for injuries.

Seeing this, Luo Jianxun did not dare to fight head-on. He turned his wrist and pointed the tip of the sword towards his chest, with the hilt tilted outward, as if he was about to kill himself with the sword. At this moment, Zhao Mengjian dropped his stick, and Luo Jianxun had a stick in his hand. The sword suddenly curved and popped out, and a huge force suddenly turned the sword body. The tip of the sword pierced the short black gold stick in Zhao Mengjian's hand, and the move was as fast as lightning.

Hearing a ding, the sword fell on the iron rod, but it produced a huge force. It turns out that Luo Jianxun's sword technique is not a way to attack the enemy, but to use the sword body to store power, It is ejected in order to hinder the fierce martial arts, and between the ejections, the strength of the Wujin short stick is slowed down.

As the saying goes, one go at a time, then decline again, and three times exhaust, Zhao Mengjian's grief and indignation, he shot with all his strength, naturally it was like a shock, but when he was blocked by the move, his momentum suddenly weakened a little, and immediately after, Luo Jianxun's sword was split. , then followed his strength and swung out, but it floated several feet away in an instant.

In the seemingly simple and weird tricks, it contains the most important principles of martial arts.

At this moment, Zhao Mengjian was in a state of rage, where Luo Jianxun could dodge. When he saw this, he became furious and waved the black gold short stick in his hand, "You stingy damn villain, lie down!!" !”

Every move is like a tiger descending a mountain, like a violent wind and waves, opening and closing, the strong wind brought by the short stick blows across Luo Jianxun's cheek, and he feels a sharp pain. It is conceivable that if he is hit by this stick Hit, what will happen.

Seeing this, Luo Jianxun only defended and did not attack. He stretched out his finger and flicked the sword body. Four variations, each entangled with each other.But he heard 16 Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang [-] times, it was as if sixteen swords were pierced at a time. In terms of defensive skill, it was comparable to that of Uncle Wang's soft whip, protecting his whole body tightly.

If it were normal, Luo Jianxun's exquisite moves would definitely be able to block Zhao Mengjian's onslaught. Unfortunately, martial arts in the world are both offensive and defensive. The moves change, and while defending, they can also attack the enemy and save themselves. Even if Luo Jianxun can't escape the most basic principles of martial arts, unless Luo Jianxun's martial arts has reached the peak, otherwise, he will fall into this rut.

Therefore, when defending, these moves also attacked Zhao Mengjian. No way, Zhao Mengjian is not afraid of death at this moment, and he doesn't even care about the rioting true energy in his body, let alone a few sword moves. Dodging, he rushed directly into the heavy sword light, swishing a few times, and the several sword lights cut off a few pieces of flesh from his body in an instant, but he didn't seem to notice it, and fell with a stick, hitting Luo Jianxun Come.

Just when Zhao Mengjian rushed into the sword light, Luo Jianxun secretly thought it was not good, he knew that he was self-defeating, but he knew that his sword moves were extremely exquisite, and it was said that he could change his moves by changing his moves. After all, his martial arts had not yet To the point where everything can be done according to one's heart, it's too late to say it, then it's too soon, I saw that Zhao Mengjian's stick was really shocking, his energy was as solid as a mountain, the stick method fell, rushing like the Yangtze River, and his divine power was like three mountains and five mountains.

There was just a bang as the black gold short stick fell on the cold jade broken gold sword, and then there was a loud bang. Luo Jianxun's tiger's mouth was shaken, and blood dripped from the shock instantly, but he could no longer hold the cold jade broken gold sword. The sword fell to the ground.

At the same time, there was only a click, and the black gold short stick in Zhao Mengjian's hand was not as sharp as the Hanyu Duanjin sword, but with a click, a crack appeared.

However, Zhao Mengjian didn't realize it. Once he succeeded, the subsequent offensive was like a wild bee and a butterfly. The short stick in his hand was swung out in an instant, and Luo Jianxun was surrounded by heavy stick shadows.

Losing his weapon, Luo Jianxun broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing the shadow of the stick, it was inevitable to avoid it. He knew that without the Dugu Nine Swords, if he continued to dodge blindly, he might be looking for his own death. It would be better to fight him. Although he Regardless of the restlessness of the true energy in the body, it is impossible to say that it has no effect at all.

Thinking of this, Luo Jianxun slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, made a circle with his right palm, pushed it outward with a huff, and let out a long roar, but it was the most powerful of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Regret, and head-on with him.

(End of this chapter)