Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

Outside Dazhan City.

In the dense forest.

There was thunder and sparks flying.

The seemingly fragile red silk is actually comparable to the physique of a Vajra-level warrior!

Lu Yuan held Chengying and stepped slightly on the waves, looking for Han Shengxuan's flaws in the red silk sky. The sharp sword energy left several scars on Han Shengxuan's body.

But the next second, Lu Yuan's pupils shrank, and his whole body flew backwards like an arrow from a string.

The place where he had just stood was cut into pieces by red threads falling from the sky.

Lu Yuan took a quick breath and saw Han Shengxuan suturing the scars on his body with red silk with an expressionless face. He couldn't help but sigh: "Monster."

"The response is good." Han Shengxuan said calmly: "You can have such spiritual awareness before you enter the Zhixuan. Deng Tai'a can probably do it at your age."

Lu Yuan's expression changed and he quickly flew up.

Almost at the same time, the ground shattered, and countless red threads poured out like fountains, chasing Lu Yuan's figure straight into the sky.

Lu Yuan turned over in the air, gathered half of his true energy into his right fist, swung it out from top to bottom, and punched from afar.

With a bang, a huge pit several feet deep appeared on the ground. The red threads that were originally full of life and vigor were all clinging to the walls of the pit, trembling weakly.

Just as Lu Yuan was about to take a breath, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him. He had no time to turn around, so he could only lift his elbow and hit him hard behind him.

With a muffled bang, Lu Yuan rushed forward, feeling a heartbreaking pain in his elbow.

When he fell back to the ground, he turned around and found Han Shengxuan standing quietly on the spot, red threads pouring out of his sleeves and swarming into his right hand.

Han Shengxuan was not good at body training, so he hit an elbow to the heart. All the bones in his right hand were shattered, and he could only use red silk to hold up his palm.

But despite the pain that could drive a first-level master crazy, there was no trace of pain on his face, and he said coldly: "I knew you could grow to this point.

I should have killed you at all costs! "

"I'd have known where so many people came from." Lu Yuan endured the pain, put on the Baji posture, and said in a deep voice: "It's not too late to kill me if you want to.

It depends on whether you have that ability! "

When Han Shengxuan heard this, he showed a charming smile and said softly: "That's not a small tone."

"Each each other."

Lu Yuan's momentum was like drawing a bow. The momentum was so strong that it connected the heaven and the earth. The white true energy surged from all directions and swirled around Lu Yuan's fist.

Upon seeing this, Han Shengxuan's eyes flashed with caution, his red thread moved as he pleased, and in the blink of an eye, five thick barriers were laid in front of him.

Even so, he still felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

The moment the barrier first took shape, Lu Yuan let out a breath.

The next second, spiderweb-like cracks appeared under Lu Yuan's feet, and a loud sound like a landslide resounded throughout the world.

Among the flying gravel, Lu Yuan's fist had already landed on the barrier.

He is invincible when he pulls out his hard bow, and his fists suppress all the troubles in the world.

The world suddenly became silent.

A strange voice suddenly sounded in Han Shengxuan's ears.

Like a broken string.

From slow to fast, one after another.

And the barrier in front of him burst open with a sound, and the broken red threads flew in all directions, like a rain of blood.

A fist with a faint golden light landed on him gently.

boom!

A deafening roar sounded from where the fist fell. Han Shengxuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was smashed into the mountain opposite. The gravel rolled down and smoke rose into the sky.

The powerful aftermath of Bajiquan left circles of white air waves in the air, extending all the way to the smoke and dust, and never dissipated for a long time.

At this time, Lu Yuan had a bone-deep scar on his chest, and the hand that punched was dripping with blood. The broken red thread twisted rapidly in the wound, trying to drill into his body as if it were alive.

Lu Yuan took a quick breath and rushed towards Han Shengxuan again without any pause, so fast that he even left the explosion behind him.

This time, he decisively gave up the close combat and turned all the Beiming Zhen Qi into Six Meridian Sword Qi, shooting at the place where Han Shengxuan was.

For a moment, sword energy fell like rain.

This time the momentum is no longer as great as before, but the murderous intent is even greater!

Countless rays of invisible sword energy passed through the air, cutting into pieces the huge rocks and trees along the road, and almost turning the hill in front of Lu Yuan into a sieve.

But Lu Yuan's expression did not relax at all.

He didn't hear the sound of sword energy entering flesh!

Suddenly, the ground beneath Lu Yuan's feet exploded, and a pair of hands wrapped in red silk protruded from the gravel and clasped directly at Lu Yuan's ankles.

Lu Yuan, who had been wary for a long time, flew up, pulled out Cheng Ying with his backhand, held swords in both hands on his head and feet, and quickly stabbed Han Shengxuan's weak spot.

This time, Lu Yuan finally heard the familiar puffing sound, but his expression suddenly changed.

Cheng Ying pierced Han Shengxuan's left hand, but in just one breath, Cheng Ying's sword was entangled in dense red threads and climbed up Lu Yuan's arm.

Before Lu Yuan could use his strength to break free, Han Shengxuan's crazy and vicious eyes had appeared in front of him!

"die!"

The scream full of vitality caused Lu Yuan's movements to freeze for a moment.

He circulated his energy to restore clarity to his brain as quickly as possible, and reluctantly turned his head to the side.

With a soft stabbing sound, Han Shengxuan's "red claw" grazed Lu Yuan's shoulder, taking away a small piece of flesh and blood. The splash of blood dyed half of Lu Yuan's face red.

Lu Yuan didn't wait for Han Shengxuan to stop grabbing his neck, locked Han Shengxuan's shoulders, took a deep breath, and responded with the loudest voice in his life: "Death!"

What he didn't expect was that Han Shengxuan, who was receiving the lion's roar skill head-on, just spat out a large mouthful of blood and continued to grab Lu Yuan's neck as if nothing was wrong, vowing to tear Lu Yuan's throat with one claw.

A flash of madness flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes. He used the indestructible power of the Vajra to the extreme. Before Han Shengxuan's hand came, he took the lead and hit Han Shengxuan in the face.

Click!

With the crisp sound of bone cracking, Han Shengxuan froze in place, and the surging red thread seemed to have lost control and stood still for an instant.

Lu Yuan gained the upper hand and was unyielding. He suddenly released his true energy and exploded the red silk threads. His fists hit Han Shengxuan like drums.

I saw Han Shengxuan swinging back and forth in the air like a rag doll, flying away into the distance.

In front of him, Lu Yuan, who was covered in blood, had already waved his fists out of the afterimage.

When it comes to Lu Yuan's most lethal skill at the moment, it is the Seven Injury Fist.

Seven different kinds of strength poured into Han Shengxuan's body with Lu Yuan's fist, destroying his internal organs.

After a series of explosions, Han Shengxuan crashed into the mountain again.

The pale-faced Lu Yuan looked at the rising smoke and dust, silently swallowed the blood that surged to his throat, and took the time to use the Nine Yang Magic to repair his body that was about to reach its limit.

"I know quite a lot."

A moment later, Han Shengxuan stumbled out of the smoke, with red threads going in and out of his body, trying to repair his broken body.

"Why can't you die?" Lu Yuan asked sincerely.

Han Shengxuan vomited out a mouthful of black blood, slowly raised his right hand and pointed at Lu Yuan. Several red threads twisted into ropes instantly penetrated Lu Yuan's body, but Han Shengxuan remained expressionless and hoarse: "I want to ask you this too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pierced "Lu Yuan" quickly dissipated. Han Shengxuan didn't even look back. With a flick of his fingers, the red thread around him quickly transformed into a huge mouth and bit down hard on his back.

boom!

A pit appeared behind Han Shengxuan. He slowly turned around and whispered to Lu Yuan not far away: "Doesn't it feel like being ripped off?

That is to say, your body is strong enough, otherwise your skin would have been peeled off long ago. "

Lu Yuan pulled off the red silk from his arm, grinned slightly and said, "Don't just talk about me.

Your internal organs are almost broken to pieces, how can you still have the time to talk nonsense?

Tell your funeral details as soon as possible so that you don’t have a chance to talk about it later. "

"I should say this to you." Han Shengxuan said coldly: "After one more stick of incense, the red thread penetrates your meridians, and even if you survive, you will still be a useless person."

"I bet you can't last as long as a stick of incense." Lu Yuan said with a smile.

"To kill you, half a stick of incense is enough."

"Stop bragging, you've been the one getting beaten for a long time."

"Being beaten? The red silk on your body is fake..."

On the messy hillside, Lu Yuan and Han Shengxuan stood there, bickering like children three feet apart.

After several battles, both sides have figured out each other's details, and are seizing the time to adjust their state, just for the final blow.

A life-or-death blow!

When the moonlight broke through the dark clouds and fell to the ground again, the sudden light made Lu Yuan subconsciously squint his eyes.

The next second, Han Shengxuan moved.

Like a bat in the dark night, it silently pounced on Lu Yuan. All three thousand red threads flew out and stabbed Lu Yuan from all directions.

Suddenly, a biting murderous intent enveloped him.

Lu Yuan was seen lowering his body slightly, holding the scabbard with his left hand, and crossing the sword from bottom to top with his right hand.

At that moment, the sharp sword light overshadowed the moonlight in the sky, and the sword energy that had been accumulated for a long time shot straight into the sky, cutting into pieces the dark clouds in the sky.

After the white sword light, the sky was filled with red.

Blood rain and red threads mixed together and fell slowly.

Halfway up the mountain, Lu Yuan sheathed his sword. Looking from the foot of the mountain, he seemed to be standing in a blood moon.

Three thousand red silk.

Cut in two.