Chapter 122 Fighting to the death like an animal
The unprepared sword made Pang Yanjin's hair stand on end, who was several feet away. The light of the sword in his eyes was like a stream of flames bursting out of the ground, and it instantly slashed towards the fallen fist arm of General Liujia Weidao.
The fist, which was slightly larger than a human head, bore the brunt of the attack and was split open by Yanliu Shengsheng. The sword continued to strike, counterattacking all the way up the arm, and slashed out from the shoulder of General Rokko Weido.
Pang Yanjin witnessed this sudden change. His face was filled with shock at first, and then he involuntarily swung his left arm outward, and then hung down weakly. Blood flowed down like a gush, and in an instant it accumulated into a small puddle of blood. The amount was huge.
It’s comparable to cutting off a limb and cutting a wrist.
"Hand, my hand...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Huge pain suddenly hit his mind. Before Pang Yanjin had time to respond, he instinctively screamed, leaning back and staggering. He accidentally lost his footing and fell, rolling along the sloping soil slope, leaving bright and eye-catching bloody traces on the ground.
When he rolled, he touched the injured part of his arm. The pain was imaginable. Fortunately, Pang Yanjin still had some clarity. He gritted his teeth and recalled General Liujia Weidao. He lifted himself up, his body flew back and fell steadily to the side of the black shadow rock.
, distance yourself from Cheng Sanwu.
"It seems that this Dharma Protector is connected with you."
As Cheng Sanwu spoke, he raised his arms and shoulders, broke free from the pit in the wall, threw off a piece of dust, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his crooked nose, endured the pain, straightened it, and then wiped away the condensation between his mouth and nose.
With thick congestion, I walked step by step towards the center of the cave.
Pang Yanjin held his injured left arm. The piercing pain made his face pale, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. As a young monk, even if I say that I am pampered, I have suffered many injuries, and I have never nearly lost my arm.
Heavy damage. Without the protection of General Bajia Luying, it is enough to block all enemies within eight feet.
What the people here know is that it is precisely because General Bajia Luying was created by Cheng Sanwu with his own soul magic power to attract the energy of heaven and earth. The seven energy veins are connected together, almost like one body. If it is damaged by the force,
The same reaction will occur under Cheng Sanwu.
But if Lu Yingjian thought about it and used the evil power of Taotie to stimulate the Gangqi, he would be able to talk about the future, let alone build a Xuanmai Kung Fu body.
Facing Lu Yingjian's ridicule, Cheng Sanwu was extremely angry and resentful. The white clouds in my eyes continued to spread and completely filled my eye sockets. The seven sense organs under my face became more and more twisted and hideous, and I am afraid that the bones on the skin were also changing.
But Pang Yanjin's sense of the energy in the inner world was far more acute than before. At the moment when the stratum exploded, the energy flowed around the body, and at the same time, he took advantage of the situation and soared into the air, sweeping out a blazing wind with his sword.
"That guy's fist was so heavy that he knocked your breath away. Otherwise, he hit you by mistake and pierced the window paper for you." Pang Yanjin said with a smile.
Seeing Cheng Sanwu's figure swelled up to eight feet in length, Pang Yanjin's smile turned from mocking to wildly cold. He stepped forward and pressed the knife, angrily increasing his energy. The whole body was surrounded by fierce winds and the fire flowed from the knife!
The gluttonous beast has long lost its mind, and Pang Yanjin is also close to a beast. The two fight for their lives based on instinct. There is no fighting, offensive and defensive competition at all. The corpses and blood of countless sheep's hooves are trampled on their feet, just like two ancient statues.
The duel between the fierce gods standing under the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood is like two beasts biting and fighting against their instincts.
Pang Yanjin's situation is worse than being in a treasure mountain. He will definitely let himself take advantage of the property, and it will be difficult for him to work hard. That road will definitely keep going, what will Lu Yingjian look like, and so will I
Dare to imagine.
Even if Lu Yingjian has two veins and is extremely talented, he can't ignore and skip that process. When the internal energy is cultivated to that level, the energy, blood and essence in the body will go through a process to eliminate the waste and retain the essence. However, a few warriors will be able to do so during this process.
Frequent use of force, but meditation and training.
In the cave, the roar of the eight-foot-long gluttonous beast still echoed after its death, and it seemed that Cheng Sanwu's screams and curses were also mixed in. But as the scorching wind gradually died down, everything became intense again.
When Bai Yi entered, Cheng Sanwu completely changed his appearance. He was covered in green and white hair, with sheep's horns coiled on his head. His torso was extremely plump and majestic, his upper body was like a sheep's hooves, his feet were thick and weak, and his arms were sharp and clawed as if they were cutting iron into mud.
Pang Yanjin shook his head slightly: "He is completely saved."
Cheng Sanwu quickly sealed the meridians and blocked the veins to stop the bleeding from the wound. I also realized at this time that only the strong energy of the warrior could reach General Bajia Rock. But Pang Yanjin had just broken through and made a breakthrough in one fell swoop.
Reversing the decline, he successfully inflicted heavy losses on General Bajia Rock and himself.
"Shut up!" Lu Yingjian shouted. I couldn't tolerate it any more. He kneaded with one hand and touched the center of his eyebrows. He made a bold move. The whole body was full of true energy and was extremely lucky. The Eight-Armored Rock General was possessed by him. His body was seven-fold.
The limbs swayed on the spot, suddenly became smaller, and suddenly they were furious, and the Taoist law revealed the power!
To put it bluntly, General Bajia Juyan is where Cheng Sanwu’s confidence lies. How could he have expected that he would be severely wounded by a mere arrogant warrior?
Although the spiritual sense of a warrior may not be as mysterious as that of a Taoist, at least within the range of the eyes and ears, he can sense the changes in energy caused by spells, and even ghosts and ghosts can escape. That is not what Lu Yingjian can
The reason why he discovered the Eight-Armored Rock General and used his power to reveal himself.
The eighth level of the Yanfeng Sword Technique is called "Ironmaking". Both Yinlongsi and Afu thought that the descendants who created the sword technique had poor cultural education, so they tried to explain it with exquisite words. p>
Moreover, when you practice internal energy to a certain level, you will also have some kind of extraordinary keen perception, which is limited to the original seven sense organs, but is close to the spiritual perception of yin and yang.
Pang Yanjin laughed, and also slashed randomly with his sword. All he could see was a boiling stream of sword light and flames.
It's just that General Bajia Rock is not flesh and blood, but is similar to a ghost. It can't be seen with the naked eye, and it can't be touched by special fists, feet, and weapons. But General Luying of Bajia can be reasonable to me.
People attack as usual, so Cheng Sanwu has an advantage when facing abnormal warriors.
Seeing Yanliu's hood on his hood, he could clearly tell how much light there was from the sword. Even though Cheng Sanwu had transformed into the shape of Zhang Ba, he still dared to catch it head-on. He pulled away and flew in. His movements were as nimble and heavy as a bird in the forest.
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"You should thank him less." Lu Yingjian walked very quickly, shaking his shoulders and shoulders, turning his head and twisting his neck. The muscles and bones broken by General Lu Ying of Bajia healed quickly, and even the lost teeth grew back.
The bloody stains on the face show embarrassment, but instead reveal the ferocity of a wild beast.
The sword slashed down, and the eight-foot-long gluttonous beast was already too late to block it. The sword flashed from head to crotch, directly splitting it into two parts, right and left. The flames instantly added cold blood, causing the two parts of the body to lose control and explode into pieces, turning into countless scattered pieces of flesh and blood.
Eliminate any possibility of recovery and self-healing.
Pang Yanjin spread his arms slightly and said with a smile: "People who are cultivators like you always think that they can deal with all enemies with just a few tricks of their own. Do they think too highly of themselves? If you want to make trouble, he is the one to do it.
That kind of skill is enough to show off!"
"You have to...eat him!" Cheng Sanwu only has this face at this moment, retaining some traces of his past life.
"Gang Qi?!"
The battle with Cheng Sanwu allowed Pang Yanjin to push the Yanfeng Sword Technique to the breaking point. With the frantic fighting, the Yanfeng Kung Fu continued to rise, and soon broke through the limits of the meridians and acupoints, traveling through all the muscles, bones, skin and flesh.
everywhere, and penetrate into the seven internal organs, and there is a faint sign of easy tendons and marrow cleansing.
If you want to deal with General Bajia Lu Ying, you must either suppress Cheng Sanwu with a weak bow and powerful crossbow from eight feet away, rendering the protector god useless;
Spiritual officials use the officials to fight against and contain them.
Cheng Sanwu was not timid, I flew into the room, the light flickered on the ground where I stepped, and chains flew out from the inside, wrapping around Pang Yanjin from all directions.
When the gong body is formed, it will be like a sword coming out of the furnace. The inner strength will be as unified as one, and the gong can be used to generate powerful energy. It can be regarded as officially entering the ranks of martial arts masters.
Two figures, one white and one red, collided head-on. The seven of them fought fiercely, letting their bodies, skills, and footsteps clash left and right in the cave.
Lu Yingjian had fought head-on with such low-level players in the past. Even if I guessed that the Gang Qi might restrain his Dharma Protector, I felt that there was no other way to deal with it. I had thought of suffering today.
However, Cheng Sanwu didn't have the other half of his magic power to penetrate into the ground, dived to Pang Yanjin's feet, and exploded!
Seeing that Wei Dao, who was almost dead, was unresponsive, the white shadow that was touching gradually climbed down Lu Yingjian's legs, and in the blink of an eye, I was completely wrapped in it.
The eight-foot-long gluttonous beast roared in pain. It was already covered with bruises and could not fight back. Pang Yanjin, who was also fully clothed and bruised everywhere, had some room to spare. His sword was slightly open, and the flames were like a red dragon spitting flames, shining in all directions.
"Looking at him like that, he is really too comfortable."
A low-minded person like Afu only planned to use the "Bahe Yuan Zhang" to help Lu Yingjian resolve the shortcomings of Yan Jin's self-injury. Such intentions are certainly good, but a sage will never make a mistake without thinking about Yan Feng.
The sword technique is not as written on the surface, it requires all the organs, muscles, veins, qi, blood and strength to be gathered into one furnace to smelt iron into steel!
At this time, Pang Yanjin fell to the ground, and the flaming sword light chopped up the chains that came one after another. He looked up and saw Cheng Sanwu's body covered in white. He laughed angrily: "Idiot! Is he just waiting for death so slowly?!" But Pang Yanjin responded more slowly, slashing furiously with the flaming sword. The gluttonous beast was wounded in the face, and its cold blood spilled out, turning into steaming blood mist in mid-air.
Compared with An Quti, Lu Yingjian's magic is really nothing to mention. You must know that the Gang Qi that Pang Yanjin just emitted was obtained by his own practice, not the gluttonous evil power hidden in his body.
Pang Yanjin rushed out of a ball of scorching wind and fire, opened his mouth and shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, which resounded through the cave, and all the sheep's hoof family members fell down one after another.
Pang Yanjin's sword attack was both cold and sharp, and it was also powerful. The eight-foot-long beast was struck by a knife as if it was being swept across by a giant beam. It plowed the ground with both hooves, and a crack was created in the ground behind it by the sword light.
But that was still Cheng Sanwu's delaying strategy. I lured Pang Yanjin away, walked around in a circle, and stood at the top of the Baiyi Guard Road again. I said goodbye in a deep voice, and weakly absorbed the Pang Ran in Lu Ying.
Vitality.
The process was extremely difficult. Lu Yingjian felt like an ant trying to move a mountain.
"If he pees, look at what he looks like now. Is he a human or a ghost?" Pang Yanjin raised his eyes and looked at the white lining, and said with a warm smile: "Does he really regard that thing as a treasure?" p>
But the vitality in Baiyi Wei Dao is the result of long years of accumulation. Even if the gain is only a penny, it will be of great benefit to Cheng Sanwu.
The difficulty and danger of that process cannot be overcome by just a little perseverance, because to make that furnace of "molten iron" into a double-edge, it can only be tempered and sharpened in a fierce battle of life and death.
After a fierce battle, the underground cave, the walls, and the ground were covered with impact pits and slash marks. All the surviving members of the Yang Hoof family fled, leaving only a white guard, as if there was no partiality in the arbitration.
Reheat watched the deadly fight between the two beasts.
But at this time, thousands of sheep's hoofs had not yet descended into the underground cave. They had already squeezed into a few gaps in order to leave room for the battlefield. At this moment, Pang Yanjin was wrestling to the death with the gluttonous beast, causing energy to burst out, flames to roar, and those who were slightly closer
The sheep's hoof family members had a place to take shelter, and they were immediately crushed to pieces, and their skin and flesh were charred. The other sheep's hoof family members whined and roared, scrambling to escape, and then trampled on each other, leaving the corpses of their fellow clansmen on the ground.
Cheng Sanwu shouted loudly, raised one foot low, and then stepped heavily, and his magic power was comparable to a violent wave sweeping out. Pang Yanjin slashed with his sword, and the Yanliu sword glowed like a red sword, cutting the waves with the force of cutting the waves.
Divided into seven.
And in the first place, it was precisely because he directly withstood the repeated heavy blows from General Bajia Giant Rock, which forcibly disrupted Pang Yanjin's inner breath that he managed to maintain due to his self-preservation instinct, causing his whole body to be completely integrated into the frenzied kung fu, turning him into a
A pot of boiling molten iron.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Sanwu, who had turned into a gluttonous beast, rushed towards him. His speed was even slower than an arrow leaving the string. As far as the naked eye could see, he was approaching behind him in a flash.
In addition, as a person who practiced Yanfeng Sword Technique in the past, Xiao Shao injured himself due to his strength and rarely retreated, so he lacked personal experience of the realm of "iron making".
There must be a high, weak, and strong one. The brand-new Kung Fu that Pang Yanjin created with Xuan Veins at this moment is actually far more powerful than the Taotie evil force. If he had shown the strength he had in the Tianchi battle, no matter how little Cheng Sanwu summoned him,
Ghosts, gods, generals, and officials could also block the power of Pang Yanjin's sword.
"It's that move again!" Before Pang Yanjin even landed, he was able to spin around in mid-air, the flames rolled back, and the sword light came out one after another, smashing the chains into pieces.
The gluttonous beast was so frightened and furious that it opened its mouth and roared, completely considering its injury, it swung its arms wildly, its sharp claws were all over the place, and it counterattacked without any plan.
The light of the sword zigzagged back and forth, cutting off the coiled horns. The eight-foot-long gluttonous beast staggered, trying to catch it with one claw. Pang Yanjin seized the opportunity and struck the opponent's head with a knife, cutting off the opponent's arm.
According to Afu's teachings, that level should have been completed under the leadership of the "Eight-Head Yuan Zhang". The multi-yang inner energy is constantly accumulated, tempering the muscles and bones, and gradually sublimating to the eight-yang true energy, thus completing the body. But Lu Yingjian is the same. Instead of sitting cross-legged and adjusting the breath like swallowing water, and standing on the ground to guide, I prefer the Yanfeng Sword Technique, which gets weaker when the situation is weak, and beats myself repeatedly like a stone. In life and death,
In the battle of cross-border relations, a successful body was formed in one fell swoop.
"Where to escape?!"
How could the Seven in Fierce Fighting care about such trivial matters? He tore open the silver silk armor with one claw, and you cut off half of the shoulder with a knife; he grabbed your calf and knocked it to the ground, and you used your divine power to smash his upper jaw...