martial arts accelerator

Chapter 129 Collapse
Seeing that Chu Boxi was only attacking towards the entrance of the cave, all his subordinates settled down a bit, and surrounded him even tighter.

The escape route had been sealed, and Chu Boxi felt that he was sure of victory, so he asked: "Were you the one who was in the magistrate's office that day?"

Zhang Yong smiled and said: "Uncle, you really know how to joke. I have never received an invitation from Song Zhizhou."

Chu Boxi shook his head: "It's okay, I captured you alive in a while, and there are plenty of ways to make you speak."

Zhang Yong clenched his fists and looked around coldly.

In this not-so-open underground room, there are mud walls on three sides on the side where I am, and there is no way up and down. The only way to escape is to rush out of the small door on the opposite side and escape from the tunnel outside the door.

However, now Chen Chongxin and Jiang Chongyi were intertwining their swords, and another middle-aged man stepped forward. Together with Chu Boxi in the middle, the four of them blocked the only way out.

Behind the four of them, a dozen or so people stood secretly and surrounded the door.

In this deep underground, Zhang Yong also felt that he could not escape.

The lights flickered, and the footsteps moved slightly.

Chu Boxi took the lead and slapped Zhang Yong on the head with his powerful palm.

Chen and Jiang were not polite either, their swords merged and their sword nets intertwined, blocking Zhang Yong's retreat on the left.

The middle-aged man's sword turned into a streamer, and cut towards Zhang Yong's right side.

There are three directions: left, middle and right.

And behind him is the wall, there is no way to retreat.

Zhang Yong's heart sank.

Qi transports the dantian, and the bright sun shines into the long night.

With a punch, he hit the weakest sword net on the left.

The two had already expected that the sword and net would be unified, and the two colors of black and red would meet, forming the strongest point.

If you don't break through the sword light, there is only one dead end!
Zhang Yong's mind was clear, and when the other two attacks came, the iron fist in his hand was moving forward, his heart was united, and his true energy was more concentrated.

The fist-shaped zhenqi is like soldiers dispatched by a famous general, and they move in an orderly manner as soon as they meet each other.

Well-trained, separate and encircle, take advantage of the victory to pursue, and go straight to Huanglong.

The seemingly condensed black and red zhenqi was torn apart under the outflanking and interception, and was immediately defeated.

Zhang Yong's golden red true power flowed upstream along this opening, forcefully broke through the sword array, and went straight to the two men's meridians.

They had never seen such a brutal and delicate method of breaking the formation. The two of them turned pale with shock and used their true energy to resist the erosion of each other's true strength.

Because there are reinforcements.

Behind him, palm shadows and sword lights came together. Zhang Yong sighed softly, not daring to be greedy for power anymore. He stepped on the ground, and his figure flew gracefully, letting go of the two people's surprise attack, and fled towards the door.

When the men on the opposite side saw this, they stood in a ball and blocked the door.

Sensing the disappearance of the pressure, Chen and Jiang set up their sword nets again, blocking Zhang Yong's path.

Jian Guang couldn't stop himself, let alone the sword net.

Zhang Yong was disdainful, and he punched forward.

On the other side, the middle-aged man seemed to feel the pull, and threw himself into the sword net.

A layer of brilliance rippled out, and Zhang Yong punched out, feeling something was wrong.

Bombarded with real strength in his hands, saw the sword net tremble for a while, and swallowed the impact without any damage to himself, but instead surrounded Zhang Yong.

With obstacles in front and pursuers behind, Zhang Yong used his strength to turn over, and walked downstream to the top of the cave. With an incredible trajectory, he quickly circled behind Chu Boxi along the edge of the palm strike.

Chu Boxi just watched helplessly as the other party moved away.

The four stood still and seemed to have returned to their original appearance, but the situation in the field was not optimistic.

Because Zhang Yong retreated three feet.

These three feet don't seem like much, but one combined three feet, two combined six feet, how much room is left for him?
The four people on the opposite side took a step closer together.

The middle-aged man folded his sword and cupped his hands.

"Cao Zhisheng from the Guiyi faction."

Zhang Yong asked with a smile: "What? No more fights? Don't tell me it was just a competition."

Cao Zhisheng shook his head: "With such skill as yours, Cao cannot bear to let you die in an unknown manner."

Zhang Yong immediately surrendered.

"Guishuitang Zhang Yong."

The meaning is self-evident.

Cao Zhisheng didn't say much, he formed a sword formation with his two nephews, covered the way out, and slowly pressed towards Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong didn't know how to catch him without a fight. With a kick, his figure almost turned into an afterimage. He flicked left and right in this narrow space, trying to pull out the loopholes.

Chu Boxi stretched his iron palm across the sky, saw Zhang Yong's position, and slapped it with his palm.

Zhang Yong kicked on the roof, from top to bottom, and punched him.

Two thick internal forces of more than a foot collided, and the air flow spread out in all directions, shaking more than ten people in the surrounding area. They quickly calmed down and stabilized their bodies.

Against the turbulent current, the sword net continued to press forward steadily.

As soon as the blow was broken, Zhang Yong used his remaining strength to hang upside down from the roof.

"Shaking Mountain Palm?"

"You do have some vision."

Seeing the other party punching again from top to bottom, Chu Boxi laughed out loud.

"Come again!"

Don't dodge or avoid, kick the ground and go up.

Chu Bo practiced fierce martial arts, and he liked this kind of hearty hand-to-hand combat the most. The real power of his dantian was circulated to the extreme, and his palm strength was even more powerful.

Unexpectedly, when the opponent extended his hand, he changed his approach.

When fists and palms intersected, Zhang Yong smiled triumphantly.

"Then let me see if your palm technique can really shake mountains."

Chu Boxi was in a bad mood, he withdrew his palm force, but it happened so suddenly that it was difficult to withdraw all of them.

Zhang Yong embraced this palm force, Dingfeng Wang Baquan turned rigid into soft, pulled the area, and bombarded this palm force together with his own fist strength on the hole that came in earlier.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and dense cracks spread along the opening.

The whole room and the tunnel outside trembled, and gravel and dust fell from the ceiling.

Zhang Yong slightly adjusted his breath to calm down the tumbling qi and blood.

"You Shaking Mountain Palm, you are still a little short of fire."

Some changes made Chu Boxi hesitant.

But Zhang Yong doesn't give you time to think about countermeasures.

After the Qi and blood calmed down, he punched the roof again.

The situation was critical, and the three people who formed the sword formation immediately separated, and the three long swords stabbed straight towards the opposite side.

Zhang Yong dodged the long sword of Cao Zhisheng who was the leader, but he did not dodge the long swords of Chen and Jiang.

"Dang! Dang!" Two sounds, Zhang Yong resisted the two swords with his golden body, and hit the top of the stone with his fist.

"You madman! You will die if you do this!"

Chu Boxi shouted.

Zhang Yong ignored it, and his fist was printed on another intact stone top.

The strength of the fist was submerged in it, without a sound, and it seemed that there was no change at all.

"To teach you to understand, this is the 'shock' energy."

Following Zhang Yong's words, the roof burst into cracks everywhere.

"Stop him!"

Chu Boxi yelled, but he turned around and ran out of the door, but the stone roof was about to collapse, and a dozen or so subordinates from around tried their best to squeeze towards the only door, but even Chu Boxi couldn't get in, and the whole room was messed up. group.

Zhang Yong ignored him, punched the roof again, and then immediately jumped towards the corner of the door.

The wall burst at the sound, and the stone roof was hit many times, and could no longer support it. The stones on the top fell down one by one, and the roaring mud tide was about to crush it.

Life and death, the line between.

　sorry for the lateness

　　
　
(End of this chapter)