Chapter 244 Blue Blood Sword Folding

Although the dragon Taoist is powerful, with a sword in hand, the world is easy, but in the face of Wang Chan, the only heir after the loss of the military power for hundreds of years, he still did not dare to have any carelessness. As soon as he took action, he immediately went all out and did not dare to reserve any spare any effort.

So much so that under the encouragement of qi and blood, he even temporarily gave up the minimum ability to control himself, allowing the huge qi and blood to penetrate through the pores around his body and the roots of his eyebrows.

Now, when the secret method of Longmen is urged again, the speed of heartbeat suddenly accelerated by more than ten times, which is even worse. For a moment, the blood permeated the whole body, and the whole person seemed to have just crawled out of the blood pool. The bloody wind came to my face.

"Then you are ready to take my fist!"

When Wang Chan saw the current appearance of the dragon Taoist, he gently exhaled a breath. The restless breath unexpectedly calmed down completely in this moment. Then he fell to the ground with a sound, and his hands behind his back slowly stretched out.

There was no posture. The dragon Taoist standing opposite immediately felt a sudden sinking outside his own body, as thick as a mountain, as if the huge fist that had completely overturned the whole land under his feet had suddenly fallen from the sky, covering his whole body in the middle. In an instant, he was not only under the heavy pressure of substance, but also the crystal clear spirit of the sword heart, and his mind did not seem to be very flexible.

"Good, good, good! An Ren is as immovable as the earth, and the meditation is as deep as a secret! Your boxing spirit is surprisingly refined overnight, and the breath moves like the earth turning over, as heavy as the emperor's land! In the whole world, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can fight against your boxing magic! Even Xu Changchun's most powerful Zen King Kong's magic power can't be as powerful as yours, boundless! In today's war, either you die or I die. Thanks to meeting you in this life, otherwise I would not have been able to break through the shackles until I die. Just like now, I will find a glimmer of hope to the legend, so I won't leave in order to separate the real life and death with you.

"I think the same as you." Suddenly, Wang Chan smiled.

At this time, the two of them were no longer killed for the sake of murder, and all the grudges were "disappeared". Any verbal description was not enough to explain what they were thinking in their hearts.

The great horror between life and death will be completely understood, understood and abandoned by the living person in this last battle.

However, these are not what Wang Chan is going to consider now. He said a word, and his spirit was immediately poured into his eyes, like a torch. At the same time, his hands were slowly raised, as if the moon were moving in the sky, as if they were slow and unswerving! At the same time, on his body, the pores of his skin, blood, muscles and bones trembled violently. From the sound of cannon-like air explosions, there were bursts of Taoist truths and repeated praises!

And this sound is only faint at the beginning. If there is nothing, in less than a moment, the kung fu will become powerful, and the weather is thousands of times, just like around Wang Chan's body, in the depths of the void in all directions, there are countless truths, thinking the same sentence together.

Heaven and earth...

unkind...

With everything...

Heaven and earth are unkind and take everything as a swer...

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In this seemingly illusory and illusory sound of reciting the truth, the bones on Wang Chan's body exploded, the muscles expanded, and it seemed that large pieces of steel shook each other, and the rumbled drums very quickly.

When Xu Changchun shakes the musculoskeletal, he can also make the sound of gold and iron, but now compared with Wang Chan, there are two completely different effects.

Xu Changchun's "King Kong is not bad" vibrates his body, and the sound is a kind of golden and iron sound like the bell of an ancient temple, which is majestic and powerful. And Wang Chan's direct is the sound of banging, rumbling, like thunder and thunder. In the excitement of qi and blood, it is completely a kind of killing sound like a golden horse and a war drum.

Not only is it extremely clear in the ears, but also shocking, making people's blood surge and straight to the head.

In this moment, Wang Chan abandoned everything and broke out with all his strength! He carried up all the Taoist mana and the killing spirit of the soldiers who had just learned last night, gathered his hands high above his head, crossed his fingers, and pinched a mountain-like fingerprint. Then he suddenly changed and immediately turned into a muddy yellow handprint!

The air flies, and a vacuum stands in a radius of more than ten meters. After his hands synthesized fingerprints and turned into muddy yellow, Wang Chan no longer had any scruples, and no longer paid attention to the magic tricks of the dragon Taoist on the opposite side at this time. He only put his hands together, and when the sky fell, he cut his head and covered his face down.

He bombarded with his palm, directly emptying the air in the field, and the bulging strong wind blew the big stones under his feet. At the moment when the fingerprints fell, his eyes were full of yellow. There seemed to be a huge yellow palm in the sky, with five fingers open and walking on the mountain, during which there were white, blue, black and red. There was a change like a horse lantern, and even Wang Chan's own breathing couldn't help but suddenly suffocate.

The big five-egment boxing seal of the five elements in one!

Masters like them, in the end, all the tricks and changes are not enough. The only thing that can tell the winner from life and death is to fight hard regardless of the consequences. Wang Chan showed it again. The most powerful "big five elements boxing" in the five elements change boxing is slightly different from before. In this punch, he also successfully integrated some of the achievements of his overnight epiphany.

turn your fist into a palm and pinch it into a fingerprint, which is even more powerful!!

But the dragon Taoist is still not in a hurry. His hands are split left and right, his body is in the center, and he twists up and down. The spine of the dragon is like a fish leaping over the dragon gate. The whole person twists a large "S"-shaped curve in an instant, with two arms, wrapped around the sword spirit, and drew a person's height in front of him. Round. With his hands folded and his waist moved, his posture at this time was a realistic human Taiji map. His hands were full of swords, as if two swimming fish were moving up and down.

He gently put it on Wang Chan's big five-egment boxing seal, and suddenly shook violently on the top of the mountain.

The Dragon Taoist moved gently under his feet, took a small step back, and then stood back to the same place. Wang Chan's unprecedented and fierce move was once again entangled in the middle of his success and could not make an inch.

The next moment, the movement in the field was exchanged, the wind was light, and the air that had been emptied by Wang Chan's fist was filled in silently.

Taoism's "Taiji Map" legend says that the Chinese style can fix the land. Unexpectedly, the dragon Taoist took over and immediately became Taiji, divided the yin and yang, and fixed Wang Chan's five elements of boxing. The magic of boxing has been practiced to the level of the two of them. Under the fight with all their strength, there is already a somewhat legendary magic weapon attack and defense mode.

But at the same time, Wang Chan's back hand suddenly broke out again. His mouth fiercely inhaled his hands and turned into tiger claws. The ten knives were criscrossed, and he scratched and torn the dense spider web-like sword gas in front of him. As soon as his claws entered, he dug out his lungs.

Practice the tiger's claw hand plus seven kills and blood knife!

"Huh?" At this moment, the dragon Taoist's face finally changed and his balance was broken. His body suddenly soared. He broke the Taoist robe and raised it by more than a foot. The upper body of his body was swollen like a golden toad. The sword spirit was fiercely twisted. A series of sounds like crystal cracking came to his ears. Wang Chan's seven-killing knives were once again by him. The sword is under pressure.

"Hahahahaha!"

The dragon Taoist suddenly laughed loudly, and all the sword spirit returned to himself like a tide. Unexpectedly, he no longer had to passively defend with the innate Taiji sword. Suddenly, he took a step forward and came to Wang Chan in a blink of an eye.

Between the two of them, it is as fast as wind and electric fire, and they can walk all over the mountain in the blink of an eye. The movement is incredibly fast, like teleportation. At this point, the dragon Taoist finally couldn't stand it anymore, and began to take the initiative to attack Wang Chan.

No matter how powerful the innate Taiji sword of Longmen Wudang is, it is also a magical ability to brake quietly. It can resist the enemy outside the home, but it can't kill the enemy in front of it. In his life, the dragon Taoist man had a single sword and dominated the world. Before he met Wang Chan, he was beaten as much as he is now, and he couldn't raise his head!

So this time, the speed and strength of the Dragon Taoist are twice as strong as yesterday, ten times sharp!

No one can use complete language to describe how powerful his sword is. But as his body was shaking, the sword spirit all gathered between his palms. The sword spirit swallowed, and the blazing white light emitted could be clearly seen even dozens of miles away in the early morning of Siberia.

His sword light pierced out, like a line of practice across the air, silently separating the air, and the castration was like electricity, but he did not make a sound, but his sword light was silent, but when the dragon Taoist faced Wang Chan directly, the Taoist robes all over his body broke one after another, as if blown by the wind, clinging to his body back. Flying violently.

It was not until the person's eyes faintly saw a thin white line in the air that there was a sharp sound of sword chanting to the extreme, a series of air explosions caused by his body shuttling through the air, and a little incandescent to the extreme in the middle of the top of the mountain peak, shocking sword waves. Pattern.

Reflected in the eyes, it gives people the feeling that it is as if a round of white days have just risen from the water.

The air has turned into something like water. After the sword light condenses, it breaks open. The clear traces are as if the sky had been cut by the dragon Taoist with a sword.

Before, Wang Chan raised his hand, patted it down with one palm, and directly blew up a radius of more than ten meters into a vacuum. Although the momentum is much stronger than the sword of the Dragon Taoist, it is far less fierce and domineering than this old sword cutting the sky.

It seems that he stabbed out with a sword, and the sky will be divided into two halves.

In the face of the Long Taoist, who had been depressed for a long time and suddenly counterattacked like a blowout, Wang Chan also did not retreat or dodge. He only took two feet left and right, lowered his waist and got off the horse, sat on a square four-level horse, put a punch on the side of his waist, punched his chest, exhaled, and pounded straight out.

His move is too simple. The black tiger took out his heart and directly hit the yellow dragon. In the military boxing, it was also called Ma Bu Chongquan.

With a simple move, people who can't practice martial arts can imitate seven or eight points.

But it's such a move, a simple and heinous horse-step punch, which was used by Wang Chan casually at this time, but it produced an appalling effect that made everyone incredible. Because between his punches, Wang Chan's whole body fluctuated, his legs **, slightly trembling, just like riding on the back of a full-speed running horse, waist and horse, people and horses in one, stretching his arms like a gun, a fist smashed out, the breath was fierce, like thousands of troops and horses, a group charge.

At the same time, he punched out, and the blood light gathered on the surface of the fist, revealing more than a foot long, forming a conical gun head. The fist wind swept in, and the sharp air was shining, breaking the water-like air, which infinitely shortened the distance between the two.

At this moment, a dazzling light echoed on the top of the stone peak, and the rocks flew in all directions, as if they were swept away by mountain torrents. **, even the trees and snow under the mountain were rolled into the sky.

The two masters are fighting to the death. The momentum of the fight is simply earth-shaking. Fortunately, it is in the Siberian forest here, and the nearest town is also hundreds of miles away. Otherwise, with this punch, if you change to the city of Novosibirsk, it must also be a house collapsed. All the way, it is comparable to the country. The internal heavy machinery is in progress [***].

As for how many innocent citizens can be affected, it is not included in the calculation.

What a power this is! What a powerful shock!

Boom!

Wang Chan hit the yellow dragon straight, a straight punch like a gun, right on the dazzling sword light wrapped around the dragon Taoist's hand.

The huge roar immediately affected the whole forest. On the top of the stone peak, with a click, half of the cliff collapsed and shattered. From a height of dozens of meters, it rolled down, shaking their feet.

The sword spirit of the Dragon Taoist immediately dimmed.

Wang Chan did not stop at all. He turned the horse's step into an arrow step, and stepped forward half a step forward. He was like a bow and his fist was like an arrow. Unexpectedly, he didn't breathe at all. With a roar, it was another shocking straight punch and pounded out.

At the same time, the dragon Taoist also seems to have understood the idea in Wang Chan's heart. He did not dodge or hide, condensed the sword spirit, and rushed straight! The blood droplets on his red hair on the top of his head began to roll down, one by one, in a series, and the whole field was completely shrouded in a bloody atmosphere in an instant.

In the pores, the blood keeps penetrating out, and the sound of the heart beating can hardly be heard, but the spirit of the dragon Taoist is more and more vigorous, and the blood on his body oozes more and more. The more fierce the sword spirit in his hand is.

"You dare to take my fist like this, you are looking for death!" In a blink of an eye, Wang Chan even split seven punches, and his fists were like a huge axe opening the mountain. He didn't want to squander the money on the seven-kill blood knife in his body. Although he was also shocked by the sword spirit of the dragon Taoist, which made his chest painful. His facial features and seven orifices began to bleed out, but suddenly he laughed loudly and was in a good mood. In his words, he turned out to be a The meaning of uncontrollable joy.

It seems that this is almost equivalent to a defeat-like battle, which makes him realize something.

Laughter was endless. He hid under his ribs with one hand and punched again with the other. Straight and straight, nothing changes.

With that, the dragon Taoist sword was as energetic as electricity, blocking it again and not shaking it.

"Come again!" Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

................................................................ In a row, Wang Chan remained unchanged, bow and arrow steps, two feet moved in a row, one punch after another, no further, just one punch, in a blink of an eye, he even hit thirteen punches in a row, and the dragon Taoist also did not retreat. He took his thirteen punches in one breath, and his face was as red as blood. The blood flowed under his feet, and a small pool almost accumulated.

This is really a death struggle just to divide birth and death, trying to gain great enlightenment between life and death. Between Wang Chan's punches, it was always a simple straight punch, but in these thirteen punches, one punch was faster than one punch, and the strength contained in one punch was huge. Later, the seven-killing knives were almost as bloody and bloody horror red light as the sword spirit of the dragon Taoist. The color is gorgeous and strange. It splits out with a knife, tears the atmosphere, and spreads into the ears. There are strange smiles. It's really like countless devils roaring and ghosts.

After these thirteen punches were fruitless, whether it was Wang Chan, the main attacker, or the dragon Taoist, who dealt with it calmly, the breath on his body suddenly changed almost at the same time.

Vast, deep, majestic, violent, evil spirit.

Sharp, sharp, tragic, no return, murderous.

At this point, the two top masters have already given up any change in their moves, abandoned everything, and integrated into this battle wholeheartedly. You punch, I give out the sword, you attack, I block, and the sky is dark, saying that the moon has no light.

The rocks on the ground, broken layer by layer, were stepped out one big hole after another, and then crushed by the sword gas and scattered with the wind.

The tall stone peaks are collapsing almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Scold!"

"Oh!"

The last moment finally came. Wang Chan suddenly spewed two bytes in his mouth. The sound was like thunder, and the muscles all over his body seemed to be twisted together at once. At this moment, the more and more demonic seven-killing knives burst out unprecedented brilliance, full of blood, covering the sky, and there seemed to be a foggy sky. The cold and fierce starlight fell from the sky, broke through the atmosphere, and suddenly projected into the light at the front end of Wang Chan's palm.

In a trance, it seemed that everything in front of him was no longer real. The sky suddenly darkened. On the southern sky top, which had not yet fully lit up, it turned dark again, leaking out a strange starry sky with only the Big Dipper and Nandou corresponding to each other.

After a moment, everything returned as usual. The dragon Taoist roared like a dragon's roar. As soon as the sword spirit outside his body closed, he suddenly snapted out a strangely bright sword light from his mouth.

The light of the sword was vast, and as soon as he came out, it was like the Tianhe River leaking, void. In the sword spirit, even the blood that surged from his body was poured into it. Out of thin air, it turned into a three-foot-long blood sword, which was mistaken with Wang Chan's seven-killing knife.

Suddenly, the sky lit up, and the sword spirit dissipated at the same time, just like in a dream. Wang Chan and Long Taoist were ten steps away from each other, their eyes were staggered, and they also stopped at the same time.

Their movements were still maintained at the moment just now. Wang Chan stretched out his hand as a knife and chopped in the void. The dragon Taoist's eyes were wide open and his mouth wide open.

Boers are motionless, as if there are two sculptures on the top of the mountain.

"You lost!"

Until Wang Chan's body trembled and spit out three words from his mouth, his voice was hoarse like a desert traveler who had no water for three days. His voice was dry and weak to the extreme. As he slowly withdrew his hand, a thick white gas suddenly came out from all over his body, like the steam boiling water of the locomotive, and the blazing heat wave swept out. At the same time, Wang Chan opened his mouth and spewed out three mouths of black blood, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and bleed like arrows in his facial features and seven orifices.

Wang Chan said a word, and the whole person suddenly withered a little. With a look on his face, there is no sadness or joy.

At this time, the dragon Taoist also moved gently and slowly closed his mouth. The blood all over his body was swept away. His long hair instantly withered yellow and broke, and the wind blew and dispersed one after another. His last sword, he encouraged qi and blood all over his body, and did not hesitate to spit out all the sword spirit that had been warm in his body for decades. All his original sword spirit was stained with blood outside his body and stimulated the sword light. Suddenly, his power increased several times. After one move, he was covered with blood all over, which looked much better than Wang Chan's appearance.

"I've heard for a long time that the magical power of soldiers can use the power of the stars in the sky. Your knife gathers the power of seven killing stars. It's really awesome! If I'm not mistaken, it is also mixed with the power of the magic sound. No wonder even the blue-blooded sword at the bottom of my box can't stop you.

Beyond anyone's imagination, the dragon Taoist stood still. The first sentence he opened his mouth was to ask Wang Chan such a question.

"Your sword is very good. If there is something wrong with your body, it may not be you who lose." Wang Chan nodded with a facial expression.

"It's a pity, it's a pity! The sword in my body has been broken by you! However, I realized at the last moment that if I could not die, I would definitely step into that world within 30 years!" In the eyes of the Long Daoren, a light of joy flashed. Suddenly, he reached out and took off the yellow gourd from his waist and bit the cork of the bottle with his mouth, which was full of blood. He took a sip hard, and then he shook all over. He spit out three stones the size of a child's slap from his mouth and rolled down his feet.

"There is a big secret in Tiangane Stone. Without these three stones, I can't melt my sword into my body. Now that I'm going to die, I'll give it to you... Together with the four stones on your body, they are finally together..."

Before he finished his words, the dragon Taoist's eyes immediately dimmed, his pupils contracted, and there was a crackling sound in his body. Then there was a wailing. Countless swords drilled out his pores and attached to his body. In a blink of an eye, the whole person turned into a metal statue. No one can feel the breath on him.

"Golden gas recoil!" Wang Chan spit out another mouthful of blood, and then said four words, with a meaning of silence in his words.

This is the worst end after the dragon Taoist leads the sword into the body. Defeated by Wang Chan, he broke his vitality, dissipated his qi, his gold recoiled, and his flesh and blood turned into steel.

(to be continued)