martial arts accelerator

Chapter 206 The Wall Breaks
At the critical juncture, there was a clear and long cry, and the flames ignited into a gorgeous feather coat, appearing around Zhang Yong, and the ink slammed into it like a moth to a flame.

There was a constant popping sound, the water smoke filled the air, and a strong fragrance of ink spread.

As the ink rushed in one after another, the flame was suppressed to the point of faltering, and finally a gap was opened.

Zhang Yong quickly twisted his feet, turned his body, and blocked another strong flame.

Among the clouds, the flames rotated and flickered, flickering on and off.

"Oops!"

Zhang Yong thought something was wrong.

The flame feather coat that was riddled with holes finally had no time to block it, and was labeled with the word "stagnation".

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant nest.

The strength around him stagnated for an instant, and the flames shrank suddenly. Then the second and third Zhang Yong tried their best to avoid the word "lock", but were still pressed close to the body by five characters.

His eyes darkened, his internal strength was hindered, and even his movements were a little slow. Zhang Yong suddenly fell into danger.

The only thing to be thankful for was the sound of Xu Fuzhi's panting. Obviously, this picture of mountains and flowing water had exhausted him a lot.

Zhang Yong summoned the tortoise shell, and while exerting his true power with all his strength to eliminate the blockage of the characters, he held his breath and concentrated, quietly feeling the changes around him.

The wind is surging, and the fragrance of ink is faint.

It seemed that only Mrs. Xu was moving, and Zhao Zhizhong seemed to have disappeared.

One zhang away, the tortoise shell was suddenly stressed, and Zhang Yong took advantage of the situation to sink his shoulders and retreat.

There wasn't a trace of pain, but the swishing cold air made him subconsciously raise his hand to touch it.

It was slightly greasy in the hand, and there was a hint of fishy smell mixed in with the fragrance of the ink. It was obvious that there was color on the left shoulder.

It was too late to circulate Qingqi to recover from the injury, and a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and Zhang Yong used lightness kung fu to change directions again and again.

When the five senses are damaged, it is inevitable that flaws will be exposed, but after being blocked by the tortoise shell, all the vital points can be avoided.

After several rounds of fighting, the blocked internal force gradually became smoother, and the colors in front of his eyes gradually became clear. Zhang Yong became more comfortable in dodging and slashing, and even had time to use his skills to seal up those small wounds on his body.

Xu Fuzhi's breathing calmed down, and Zhao Zhizhong stopped his attack. Except for Zhang Yong's torn clothes, everything seemed to be back to the original point.

Zhao Zhizhong exhaled lightly, glanced at the anxious battle situation on the ground, and said, "Mr. Xu, this kid is difficult to deal with. He won't be able to take him for a while. You go down to help attack the city, and leave it to me here."

Xu Fuzhi hesitated slightly: "Just in case Ling Feiyan."

"It's not too late for you to come up after she shows up."

Xu Fuzhi nodded and fell towards the ground.

Zhang Yong wanted to stop him, but Zhao Zhizhong once again turned his sword into a dragon, trapping him in the center.

"You can't beat two against one, don't you feel ashamed?"

Facing Zhang Yong's sarcasm, Zhao Zhizhong didn't care about it: "If you are really capable, you might as well defeat Zhao, and it won't be too late to rescue him."

"Then I'll come and learn from you."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yong rushed forward, roaring like dragons and roaring, and threw out a punch.

The golden dragon turned around and gathered a huge water curtain in front of Zhao Zhizhong.

The fist-shaped zhenqi hit the water curtain with great force, causing only a thin ripple.

"Ok?"

Zhao Zhizhong sensed something was wrong, waved his hand to dissolve the water curtain, and there was still half a figure in front of him.

With the strong wind ringing in his ears, Zhang Yong drew fire wings on his back and rushed towards Xu Fuzhi.

As if a meteorite had fallen, Zhang Yong dragged a long tail flame and threw himself three feet in front of Xu Fu.

As the fire wings fluttered for the last time, they immediately spread out, and then a terrifying and terrifying aura rose up.

With the help of the final push, Zhang Yong slid forward a foot, and at the same time gathered his energy.

"Roar!"

The wind was raging, and the roar of the tiger was deafening.

Xu Fuzhi hastily picked up the pen, just drew a horizontal line, and the claw strike was already on him.

Behind him, Zhao Zhizhong Yulong came to help, but it was far away.

Under the sharp claw strikes, Xu Fuzhi broke off several knots on the spot.

Zhang Yong was suspicious.

The broken body exploded, but the inside was filled with pitch-black ink.

Looking around but unable to find any trace, Zhang Yong made a quick decision and used his true strength to evaporate all the exploded ink.

Zhao Zhizhong arrived, and the golden dragon body surrounded Zhang Yong again.

"Old Xu, I was careless for a while, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, if you trap him again, the old man will come back as soon as he goes."

Xu Fuzhi's voice was full of vigor, and he didn't look injured at all. What made Zhang Yong even more powerless was that he couldn't even find where he was at the moment.

The golden dragon twisted and swam around Zhang Yong, and a spherical water curtain slowly emerged.

Zhang Yong was careful to guard against the opponent's sudden attack, but Zhao Zhizhong didn't intend to do it at all. Since the water polo took shape, he looked down with great interest.

He shot several times in succession, trying to break through the water curtain, but Jin Long was always able to intercept Zhang Yong's attack and let him return without success.

Just when Zhang Yong calmed down and wanted to find the law of the water curtain's operation, an astonishing breath came from below.

Zhao Zhizhong's eyes lit up.

In the sky above Liangzhou City, brush and ink emerged, and as the black characters fell stroke by stroke, the huge "bro" character took shape, covering the sky and the sun.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Feng Chengzhi looked up at the sky.

"Can you get it?! Shoot it for me!"

Scattered arrows from ten-stone strong bows were exhausted when they could barely reach the ink characters. Xu Fuzhi blew them all off with a wave of his hand.

"go with!"

As Xu Fuzhi yelled, the word "bro" turned into a huge arrow and hit the city wall of Liangzhou.

"Boom!" There was an explosion, flying sand and rocks, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The offensive and defensive actions of both armies came to a halt.

After the dust settled, a huge gap was first seen.

The city wall of Liangzhou was broken on the spot.

On the hilltop one mile away, Chen Wenyuan was refreshed.

"Send the order, the whole army will attack!"

The horn blared, and the formation of the armed forces changed.

Thousands of troops and horses turned into a sharp sword, stabbing fiercely at the gap in the city wall.

"On the roof of the knife cart! The ditch is on fire!"

With Feng Chengyi's order, the flags on the head of Liangzhou City were changed.

Outside the city of Liangzhou, the ditch originally used to block the enemy army was instantly ignited, and the fire spread immediately, and the momentum of the armed forces to charge the battle was exhausted.

The morale of Liangzhou generals soared, and another word "broken" was formed in the sky.

The arrow, which was far darker than the dark clouds, also raised a heavier haze in his heart.

"Boom!" With a sound, another city wall exploded.

"Fuck! Some kind of shot at me!"

Ignoring Feng's sincere roar, Xu Fuzhi picked up his pen and wrote again, aiming at another weakly defended city wall with the word "po".

"The battlefield is too murderous! He only shoots where there are few people, let me rush to the top!"

Feng Chengyi gave an order, and the soldiers bravely moved forward, facing the black characters like punishment from heaven.

Hundreds of people persevered, and an idea condensed into substance.

The "broken" arrow fell again.

Piercing through the weak defense of will, this time, the arrow just barely shot through the city wall.

"remarkably brave."

Xu Fuzhi praised it and wrote a pen.

A dozen broken characters were lined up, pointing towards the city wall.

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(End of this chapter)