Martial Arts Supreme Cultivation System

Chapter 201 Killed
There was just a bang, and Luo Jianxun's fleshy palms collided with the black-gold short stick. There were only two soft clicks, and Luo Jianxun felt a huge force like a tide on the iron rod, and a steady stream of energy flowed out. Come, with a click, the bones of the hand were slightly broken, bringing a piercing pain.

At the same time, after the Wujin short stick in Zhao Mengjian's hand was broken by Hanyu's broken golden sword, it was hit by Luo Jianxun's palm like this again. He couldn't hold on any longer, and it also broke with a click.

Seeing this, Zhao Mengjian directly threw away the short stick, and unfolded the thirteen golden and iron moves. At this moment, he was filled with anger, and he attacked with quick fists, and his arms shook, as if dozens of arms and dozens of fists were hitting at the same time.Leaping forward, the left hand is either a fist or a palm, which is unpredictable, but the right hand is purely finger kung fu, poking with a grasping point, digging with a hook, and picking. The five fingers are like a judge's pen, like a acupuncture point, like a knife, like a sword, like a gun Like a halberd, the attack is extremely fierce, but at the same time, any part of the legs, feet, shoulders, and body can be used as an attack weapon anywhere.

This is the reason why the Iron Fist Sect can gain a foothold in the world. Iron palms, iron fists, iron fingers and iron arms, the whole body is like a fused King Kong. If you attack at close range, it will be unfavorable.

Feeling the pain in his hands, Luo Jianxun couldn't help cursing inwardly, did this old thing grow up eating gold and iron?
He cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to fight head-on anymore. The strength of the two was quite different. Even the most powerful Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms suffered a secret loss. A head-on fight would be harmful to him rather than helpful.

Seeing that Zhao Mengjian was bullying with his palm again, he didn't dare to meet him. He saw his hands change and his left hand slashed out in the air, followed by his right palm followed by an extremely swift slash. The strength is intertwined and forward, the palms are feminine and soft, soft and firm, but it is the top palm of the Xiaoyao School, Tianshan Liuyang Palm.

The palms of the two met in the middle, and there was a pop sound, canceling each other out, but there were two chi-chi sounds, the strength of the palms surged, and the two retreated one after another, but in the end, Zhao Mengjian's palm strength was stronger, and Luo Jianxun retreated seven steps. He only took three steps back.

After Zhao Mengjian took three steps back, he stomped on the ground with all his strength, and his body rushed towards Luo Jianxun again. He immediately took a big step, made a stroke with his left hand, and slapped a palm with his right hand. The palm force was strong, like an overwhelming pressure like a mountain. It came down, and this time it carried the force that had not been released just now. The two together were even more powerful.

Luo Jianxun suddenly felt that his breath was suffocated, but the opponent's palm force was surging like a raging tide, unstoppable, both of them were like an invisible high wall, rushing towards him.He was so shocked that he didn't have room to think about countermeasures. He didn't even think about it. He drew three semicircles with his palms to protect the front of his body. To the extreme, at the same time, his hands are like butterflies piercing flowers, running the Beiming Divine Art, thinking that if it really comes to a critical juncture, he will try his best to block this move.

It has to be said that Lingbo's micro-steps were really exquisite. Luo Jianxun slid back and avoided several feet away. Zhao Mengjian had completely lost his normality at this moment. With one move, I think that there is no martial artist in the world like him. When the breath has not recovered, one move after another. Originally, the true energy in his body was violent. In less than one hour or three quarters, the meridians of the whole body will be cut off and he will die.

The palm force of the previous move has not disappeared, but the palm force of the second move comes again.Layer by layer, like a wave, Luo Jianxun didn't dare to hit his front directly under the force of the palm wind, he swung his right palm obliquely, and made a move of 'Yangchun Baixue', but was knocked by Zhao Mengjian's palm force, but Feeling numbness in his right arm, the breath in his chest suddenly became heavy, he immediately took advantage of the momentum and stretched out three zhang away.

Seeing this, Zhao Mengjian was about to continue to strike, but he didn't expect that under the turbulence of zhenqi, there was enough space for him to wave his hands one after another. Although such violent moves made Luo Jianxun unable to fight back, his own meridians He had reached his limit, and just as he was about to strike out with a palm, he felt a rush of energy and blood, and a pain in his Dantian. He made a pop, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His knees bent, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Here, Luo Jianxun had been beaten so badly by him that his blood surged, and he was very uncomfortable. Seeing this scene, his eyes lit up, suppressing the surge of true energy in his body, he tiptoed, and drifted towards Zhao Mengjian silently .

Normally, Zhao Mengjian would definitely be able to find Luo Jianxun's traces, but now he is insane and delirious, and he still has the innate ability to see all directions and listen to all directions. He reacted quickly, but it was too late.

I saw Luo Jianxun coming to Zhao Mengjian, waved his big hand, condensed his hands into claws, and inserted five fingers towards the top of Zhao Mengjian's head.This time the rabbit rises and falls, extremely fast, feminine and ruthless, but it is the most famous Nine Yin White Bone Claw in the Nine Yin Scriptures. Once the claw is released, it is a killing power, and it is absolutely difficult to resist.

Such a short distance, such a fast speed, and such a fierce move, Zhao Mengjian may not be able to resist even when he was in his prime, not to mention, now that he has gone mad, his meridians are retrograde, and he has lost his normality, how can he resist in time? , although he swung his palm instinctively, but he saw Luo Jianxun turn around, and the nine-yin white bone claws ran along his arm from bottom to top, and landed on the top of his head. In the middle, bring out a little red and white things.

With a bang, Zhao Mengjian finally fell to the ground and died like Cao Jinxiu. Over there, Uncle Wang entangled with the two little minks for a while, and he was able to take them down. Don't want to, if there is another accident here, the offensive of his men will be slowed down.

The two little minks were also full of spirituality. Seeing this, they knew that they didn't need to hold Uncle Wang any longer, but they squeaked twice and puffed out two streams of poisonous mist, one black and one white. Sure enough, Uncle Wang didn't Dare to welcome, turned the soft whip in his hand, brought a gust of wind, and blew away the poisonous mist. Taking the opportunity, the two little guys smacked the soles of their feet with oil, moved a few times on the nearby trees, and then disappeared.

Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, Wang Bo suddenly took a breath and looked at Luo Jianxun with a trace of fear, a trace of panic, and a trace of regret. He regretted that he should not have come up with such an idea. Now, Luo Jianxun is not dead. On the contrary, Zhao Mengjian and Cao Jinxiu's lives were added. For a while, Uncle Wang's hand holding the soft whip tightened a little bit. It seemed that this could give him a sense of security.

"Uncle Wang, there are only two of us left now. Last time, this junior was lucky enough to outperform your old man. I don't know what other tricks you have this time. Let me see it?" Luo Jianxun said coldly.

(End of this chapter)