Three hundred and seventieth eight chapters shocking defeat
"Bang!" Song Jingtian vomited blood and flew backwards, falling to the ground.
The unparalleled blazing sword light struck Zhuo Fan's body, and was easily broken into pieces. Only two faint white marks were left where the knife struck.
Zhuo Fan's silver hair danced wildly as he strode towards Song Jingtian, a terrifying wave burst out from his body.
The fine steel wrist guards on both arms had been completely shattered in the fierce collision just now. Song Jingtian's Fierce Sun Saber was extremely powerful, but unfortunately it could not break Zhuo Fan's body, which was as powerful as refined steel.
Song Jingtian was defeated, and all the masked men couldn't help but be shocked. There were signs of defeat. Except for the two masked masters who wielded swords, Kankan and Ye Feng, the Shan brothers, and Long Si were tied.
The masked man's momentum has been taken away, and he is suppressed and beaten by a group of "dark dragons"
In fact, the martial arts of dozens of masked men are much higher than those of the disciples who stayed in Shanghai or joined the "Dark Dragon" in the past three years.
However, under the killing spree by Ye Feng and Long Si, more than half of the masked men had been wiped out. In terms of numbers, the "Dark Dragon" disciples had the absolute advantage.
As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Even if the masked man's cultivation level is higher than that of the "Dark Dragon" disciples, he can no longer restore his disadvantage.
Song Jingtian vomited blood, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked at Zhuo Fan who was approaching step by step in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "How... how is it possible? You have practiced the indestructible body magic skill?"
He struggled to stand up from the ground. The mask on his face had fallen off, and his chest was soaked with blood. Song Jingtian was in an extremely embarrassed state.
He couldn't understand why Zhuo Fan could still exert such amazing power at the moment when his old strength was exhausted and new strength was not born, and he was seriously injured.
The moment after the exchange of tricks with Zhuo Fan, Song Jingtian was at his weakest. Zhuo Fan seized the fleeting moment before Song Jingtian could recover and defeated him.
"Indestructible Vajra?" Zhuo Fan smiled, "That's right!"
At this time, he had already approached Song Jingtian and punched out again. The surging power made the whole world seem to shake.
Many young masters outside the field were staggered by the impact of this vast and powerful force like the sea, and quickly retreated into the distance. The mighty vitality fluctuations made Song Jingtian shocked and speechless. This power was too terrifying.
Zhuo Fan's boxing technique changed drastically. He no longer restrained his punching power. His punching force was so wild and fierce that it seemed as if the sky was about to be overturned. He rushed towards Song Jingtian unstoppably.
Song Jingtian was seriously injured and unable to resist. In a hurry, he raised his palms and struck with all his strength.
"boom!"
There was an earth-shattering noise, and Song Jingtian vomited blood, flew out, and then fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Song Jingtian of the Qinglong Gang, he has such a great reputation, but it's nothing more than that," Zhuo Fan said loudly, extremely arrogant, and strode forward with overwhelming momentum.
Although Zhuo Fan said this, he was inexplicably surprised in his heart, and at the same time he was secretly shocked: "The medical skills of Wuyinlou Medical Hall are really unbelievable. Even the sword light emitted by the peak acquired master cannot cut through the body's epidermal defense.
Strength, this is purely the body’s own defense power.”
The physical defense of an ancient warrior relies to a large extent on his own Qi. He practices martial arts like a golden bell or an iron shirt. As long as he has enough Qi, he can become invulnerable.
However, if that breath of true anger is vented, that person becomes an ordinary person and is no longer invulnerable.
It is said that after cultivating the Golden Bell, one of the four great magical skills of Shaolin, to the state of Dzogchen, the body will be filled with the Golden Bell skill all the time, becoming an indestructible body.
However, this is also the indestructibility of Vajra under the influence of true energy.
But Zhuo Fan is different. His body was fully strengthened by a reagent developed by the M23 Zone in North America after spending countless manpower and material resources for decades.
The body strengthened by this mysterious reagent makes even ordinary people invulnerable to acquired masters like Zhuo Fan. After being strengthened, the body becomes as indestructible as refined steel.
The punch he punched Song Jingtian used the power of the muscles in his body.
If the ancient warrior's true energy is exhausted, he can only be killed obediently. Zhuo Fan is different. With his current physical strength, even if his true energy is exhausted, he can rely on his strengthened muscles, muscles and bones.
Strength to keep fighting
"retreat!"
The two masked masters who were entangled by Ye Feng and others suddenly shouted loudly, and the long knives in their hands turned into a silver-white lightning that tore through the sky. As if they had transcended time, they instantly struck Ye Feng and others.
The extremely sharp blade cut through the clothes, but could not break through the defense of the four people's skin. However, the huge chopping force knocked the four people away.
After hearing the order to retreat, the remaining seven or eight masked men immediately rushed into action, broke through the siege of the "Dark Dragon" disciples, and fled in all directions.
The two masked masters who had escaped from the entanglement of Ye Feng and the four of them saw the critical situation on Song Jingtian's side and hurriedly flew towards Zhuo Fan.
The speed of the two people was extremely fast. They saw two faint black shadows flashing, and the bright sword light flashed across the sky like a rainbow and struck towards Zhuo Fan's back.
As long as Zhuo Fan takes one more step, he will be within striking distance. As long as he adds one more punch, the once arrogant Qinglong Gang leader in front of him will die under his own punch.
However, at this critical moment, the two masked masters holding long knives suddenly got rid of Ye Feng and others, and both of them killed Zhuo Fan, who was furious.
As fast as lightning, he turned around, and then used his two fists to strike at the two shocking sword lights that were coming to kill him.
The vast fist power surged out like a river without a bank, instantly shattering the sword light, and then a pair of iron fists directly hit the two extremely sharp blades.
At the moment Zhuo Fan's iron fist hit the blade, there were two sounds of "pop!" and "pop!", and the long sword that had been tempered for thousands of years exploded into countless fragments. Under the urging of powerful true energy, the fragments seemed like countless shining stars.
Like a shooting star, "sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss's of ssssssssssssssssssss""
At such a close distance, the lasing fragments completely enveloped Zhuo Fan, making him unable to avoid it.
"Fuck!" Although Zhuo Fan secretly cursed these two guys for their vicious methods, he did not dare to neglect them. He quickly covered his face with his hands, then kicked his feet hard on the ground, and his body shot up from the ground like a rocket.
Soaring into the sky, it is more than ten feet high
Even so, most of the fragments hit Wu Zi, and his clothes were torn into tatters and turned into sieves.
The two masked masters swooped forward, one to the left and the other to pick up Song Jingtian, and then fled away.