As Lu Jing spoke in a low voice, he was already walking towards the outside of Qingliu Court.
And Zhang Yuan's aura suddenly rose, and the bones all over his body made a clanging sound. This was the sound of gold and iron clashing!
This phenomenon occurs in the second level of the three levels of Bone Casting.
Zhang Yuan's body suddenly accelerated, his horse sank down, and then he suddenly jumped up and hit Lu Jing like a huge boulder falling from the mountain...
He formed fists with his hands, and when he swung them, violent wind hit Lu Jing's face.
Lu Jing was also calm and composed, and various scenes of the Crocodile Demon's thirty-six bone-casting skills came one after another.
His skin, muscles, fascia and bones suddenly began to vibrate, and his mind became extremely focused.
He took a step forward with his right foot and his waist was rooted!
"Crocodile Demon Fighting Demon Style!"
When Lu Jing punched out, the air around him was like a whirlpool, and the sounds of gold and iron rang out from him.
That powerful and heavy punch struck Zhang Yuan from top to bottom!
Zhang Yuan crossed his arms and dropped with a crash, causing strong winds to sway.
But Lu Jing, who had a calm face, punched Zhang Yuan's arm with a fierce punch.
Bang!
The fists and arms clashed, making an extremely dull sound.
Zhang Yuanru was hit by a huge force and his body was stagnated in the air. He then used the force to fly out and landed on the avenue!
He stood still on the ground, feeling his arms numb and a slight shock flashing in his eyes.
"Bone-ringing gold and iron!"
Zhang Yuan's thoughts had just moved, but Lu Jing, whose eyes were still focused and whose breath was still surging, came forward.
His counterattack was too fast, and in an instant, a leg as golden as iron forced Zhang Yuan's chest.
Zhang Yuan turned sideways and turned his fingers into claws, hitting Lu Jing in the ribs.
Lu Jing's Thirty-six-Style Crocodile Demon Bone-Forming Technique kept popping up in his mind, and his incomparable concentration allowed him to make a choice in an instant.
However, he saw that Lu Jing's expression did not change at all, he pulled out his iron leg in the air, and his right elbow was slammed down like a siege hammer. Its speed and strength should not be underestimated.
Clang! Clang!
Two sounds in succession, like green bamboo exploding in the air.
Zhang Yuan's whole body was shaken violently. His fists and claws were struck by Lu Jing's right elbow, and his chest was hit by Lu Jing's iron leg.
An overwhelming force instantly hit his whole body.
This scholar Lu Jingyi has such courage and such an iron body!
Zhang Yuan was shocked and angry! But he had been practicing martial arts for many days, and the sound of gold and iron in his body did not recede at all. The veins on his hands and arms popped out, and the sound of bones could not be heard!
Sonorous!
Zhang Yuan's fists roared like a storm. Regardless of the severe pain that hit his body, the skin and flesh of his body continued to shrink and twist, squeezing out all his strength, and exploded towards Lu Jing's head!
Lu Jing's body stood erect, but his mind became more and more calm. The Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Technique continued to operate, and all the strength in his body turned into a turbulent wind, injected into his body, and fell into his fist.
At this moment, Lu Jing seemed to have turned into a wild crocodile, opening its huge crocodile mouth, as if it wanted to choose someone to devour!
"I have the idea of the Ming Dynasty, the great sage Yantian, and the fate of a spiritual genius. I can practice in one day better than an ordinary warrior can practice in dozens of days!"
"Under the fate of a prodigy who studied diligently and practiced hard, I have mastered my martial arts. If it is engraved in my mind, every move I make is the mystery of the crocodile demon bone-casting skill. Only by doing this, can I develop a fearless spirit and be confident.
God, how can we not win?"
Lu Jing's spirit is moving forward inexorably, and his eyes reveal the desire to win!
clang!
Lu Jing and Zhang Yuan fist collided!
Lu Jing's body roared, and the wind howled like a raging storm.
Veins appeared in Zhang Yuan's eyes, and the muscles on his arms burst open inch by inch, and then...
Zhang Yuan only felt a violent force coming into his body. His whole body was shaken, and blood burst out on his arms.
The next moment, his body was thrown away like a piece of rag and landed in the distant forest, breaking more than ten green bamboos.
Lu Jing still stood there, exhaling and retracting his fists, his expression calm.
His spirit became sharper and stronger, like a sharp sword or a mountain peak!
"A warrior is like steel. Only by continuous hard work can he become a weapon. If I always win, my martial arts progress will be even more courageous."
Lu Jing's thoughts were turbulent, and finally turned into a fleeting surprise, revealed in his eyes.
The King of Ming Dynasty contemplates the method of crocodile demon bone casting!
Practicing genius, participating in research, hardworking and hard-working destiny!
Coupled with his own talent and talent, the cumulative effect is so extraordinary.
"After the bones ring like gold and iron, the bones are like a bell, and when the bell rings, the energy and blood surge!"
Lu Jing slowly walked towards Zhang Yuan while thinking.
Zhang Yuan fell among the green bamboos and was in a miserable state.
His right arm was shattered, his flesh and blood had exploded, his chest and sternum were broken, his internal organs were forcibly squeezed, and large mouthfuls of blood were spat out.
The blood was also mixed with bits and pieces of internal organs.
When Lu Jing saw this scene, he felt extremely bloody. He still took a deep breath to suppress the discomfort in his heart.
"A gentleman is like a weapon that cannot be sharpened until it becomes useless!" Lu Jing encouraged himself in his heart.
Qingyue in the distance did not dare to look at Zhang Yuan and turned her back, but she was still feeling happy in her heart.
"It's too scary. Fortunately, the young master is fine."
Lu Jing walked all the way to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly opened and closed, and his breath was like a gossamer.
But there was light in his eyes, which fell on Lu Jing, and his mind became clear.
"If you attack and kill Master Lu's family as a slave, you will be punished with death."
Lu Jing slowly knelt down and looked at Zhang Yuan who was constantly vomiting blood.
"But if you die, Lu Jiang will not know my strength. If he doesn't see your miserable state, he won't be even more angry."
"And since you are disabled, life would be worse than death, so you have paid the price."
Lu Jing patted Zhang Yuan's chest gently, and his expression gradually became colder: "Go back and tell him that he is just a bastard, and he doesn't dare to attack me openly. He only dares to do some surrogate killings, or
No wonder he wants to vent his resentment towards Nan Xuehu on me, hoping to use this to gain access to his own thoughts."
"In that case..."
Lu Jing stood up, his body erect, and the evening light fell on him, making him even more dazzling.
"Lu Jiang thought that I was just a son-in-law, an unfavored concubine, and was rejected by the Nanfu, so he felt that even if I were deposed, Mrs. Zhong, who had always hated me, Mrs. Zhong, would turn a blind eye.
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"He thinks that by deposing me, he is clearing the way for everyone. As long as there is a scapegoat, he can sit back and relax..."
As Lu Jing spoke, he slowly turned around: "But he never thought that among the many trade-offs of interests, I, Lu Jing, am the most important."
"Lu Mansion, Nan Mansion, Nan Heyu, Nan Xuehu, Old Taijun, Madam Zhong, and you, Lu Jiang, seem to have never thought of..."
"To do so many things, you still need to ask me, the chess piece, the thorn in your side, for my opinion."
Lu Jing seemed to be telling Zhang Yuan, but also seemed to be telling himself.
He murmured in a low voice all the way to Qing Yue's back.
"Qing Yue." The coldness in Lu Jing's eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of tenderness.
"Master...does your hand... hurt?"
Qing Yue turned around and grabbed Lu Jing's hand.