When Huxie, the leader of the Hungarian tribe, became the king of the grassland, Yeluhong was still hunting with his mother in the Kent Mountains. Later, he met Huxie, followed Huxie in the north and south, and became the leader of the Dan tribe.
From the moment he met Huxie, Yeluhong thought that one day he would be able to be the best among thousands of people.
More than ten years ago, Monk Kongji came to Zhaoti Temple in Xixia to serve as a special envoy to the grassland to win over Huxie to deal with the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
Huxie had a good relationship with Eastern Zhou Dynasty and did not want to cause trouble with Xixia.
Therefore, Monk Kongji took a fancy to the ambitious Yeluhong and helped him step by step to the throne of Chanyu.
After all, Yeluhong worked hard for almost forty years.
And these forty years of hard work have all evaporated in the snow valley.
Yeluhong's veil was knocked off, leaving only a scimitar in his hand. Long Chen stabbed him with a spear, but Yeluhong couldn't dodge and was hit in the shoulder. Blood flowed out instantly and soaked his armor.
"Mage, save me!"
Yeluhong was so frightened that he shouted wildly.
Ma Zun was also feeling very uncomfortable at this time. His eyes hurt and he couldn't see clearly.
In his eyes, Long Chen was just a shadow, and there was also a double shadow.
"Long Chengen, how dare you challenge me in a duel!"
Ma Zun wanted to anger Long Chen and get out of the siege.
Long Chen ignored him at all and continued to chase Yelu Hong. The iron gun in his hand was as powerful as a rainbow. The red tassel shook and knocked away the scimitar in Yeluhong's hand. Zhang Qian had already reached behind him and kicked Yeluhong in the neck.
puff...
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yeluhong almost shattered his cervical vertebrae.
Bai Tingting fell down, holding the shadow-chasing sword against Yeluhong's neck, and sneered: "If you move again, I'll chop off your dog's head!"
Yeluhong lay in the snow and dared not move.
Everyone died in the field, everyone died, and only Ma Zun was left.
Long Chen shook his spear, looked at Ma Zun, and said coldly: "You want to challenge me to a duel? What competition? Weapons or fists and feet?"
Ma Zun's sword is too short, which makes him suffer a lot in the battle of weapons.
"I'm a poor monk competing with you!"
With that said, Ma Zun threw the sword on the ground.
Long Chen stood the spear on the snow, took off the black sword from his waist, and took off the skis under his feet.
Stepping on the snow, the two slowly approached, and everyone watched the unarmed duel between the Emperor Wu.
The two were one step away from each other, and Ma Zun slowly stretched out his fist. At this distance, he could finally see clearly.
Long Chen slowly stretched out his palm...
The moment the fists and palms met, Ma Zun suddenly exerted force and punched forward fiercely. Long Chen's palms were like snakes, and he wrapped his wrists around, pulled his fists away, and slapped out a palm at the same time.
Long Chen slapped him with a palm, and Ma Zun hurriedly punched him.
Bang!
As their fists and palms met, Ma Zun felt a bone-chilling force running down his arm and reaching his heart.
"What kind of sorcery are you practicing!"
Ma Zun felt something was wrong. This cold force was definitely not caused by the snowstorm, but an evil technique.
Long Chen secretly laughed in his heart: This is the Ice Palm, it will just freeze you bald donkey to death!
After fighting with Xiao Ling, Long Chenmo changed the method of cultivating yin and practiced the effect of Ice Palm. He couldn't help but feel that the palm method is cold and vicious, and his body is not afraid of cold. It is suitable for fighting in this ice and snow.
Long Chen didn't say anything, and Ma Zun used all he had learned in his life. This was a life-or-death battle.
"Powerful Vajra Palm!"
Ma Zun roared angrily, the true energy in his body exploded, his palms turned bronze, and he exchanged palms with Long Chen again.
Bang!
This time, the power of the Ice Palm was offset a lot, and Ma Zun felt his pulse was much better.
"The Dharma of Zhaoti Temple is profound and I am not afraid of your sorcery!"
Long Chen chuckled and said, "Really!"
Long Chen also brought up the Yin Cultivation Technique in his body, his palms were slightly frosty, and the Yin evil power was concentrated in his palms, and he blasted towards Ma Zun with all his strength.
The Snow Valley was filled with ice and snow. Even if Long Chen used Ice Palm, others wouldn't be able to tell. They would just think that the outside weather was too cold and his hands were frozen.
Long Chen attacked fiercely, and Ma Zun retreated continuously.
The two used Qinggong to step on the soft snow and fight from the foot of Snow Valley Mountain to the top of the mountain. The two sides fought inextricably.
"Is this Yaksha Ming King so great?"
Bai Tingting was surprised that Ma Zun could fight Long Chen for so long.
Zhang Qian frowned and looked at it for a long time, then said, "Why do I feel... Your Excellency is teasing Ma Zun?"
Wu Chuchu looked at the two people on the top of the mountain and said, "Is the cat playing with the mouse?"
On the top of the mountain, Ma Zun struck Long Chen firmly in the heart with his palm.
Bang!
Long Chen was beaten so hard that he fell off the top of the mountain and fell into the snow.
Ma Zun was overjoyed and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "My Buddha is compassionate. After all, my Dharma from Zhaoti Temple is even better!"
There were some red blood stains on the snow, which meant that Long Chen was beaten to the point of vomiting blood.
"grown ups!"
Dugu Jiali picked up the hard bow and wanted to shoot an arrow, but Zhang Qian stopped her and said, "Don't worry!"
In the snow, Long Chen slowly climbed up, flew up again, and landed in front of Ma Zun.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Long Chen chuckled and said: "The Powerful Vajra Palm is really powerful, I've learned a lesson!"
Ma Zun looked at Long Chen blankly, and was extremely shocked. He just hit with all his strength, and Long Chen also received a solid slap, but he just vomited some blood?
"I heard that your Zhaoti Temple also has a unique skill called Luohan Fist. Can you let me see it?"
The longing look on Long Chen's face made Ma Zun feel frightened.
"What do you want to do?"
Ma Zun was afraid, Long Chen was not in a life-and-death showdown at all, he was testing Zhaoti Temple's martial arts.
"Nothing, I just want to be beaten to death by Zhaoti Temple's special skills, please ask the Master to make it happen!"
Long Chen walked forward with a smile, while Ma Zun slowly stepped back.
"You are looking for death!"
Ma Zun was furious, his face was extremely ferocious, he looked like a Yaksha coming into the world.
"Yes, I'm looking for death. Please use Zhaoti Temple's unique Arhat Fist to beat me to death. If you don't do it, then I'll... beat you to death!"
Long Chen smiled sinisterly.
Ma Zun felt that Long Chen was the Yaksha evil spirit, and there was such a vicious person in the world.
"You...my master, Master Kongji, will settle the score with you."
Ma Zun didn't know why he wanted to move Monk Kongji out. Was he afraid?
"Master Kongji, I fought with him, but unfortunately he didn't give me face and ran away. That's why I want to learn Arhat Boxing from you, please master!"
"You don't take action? Then I will take action! If you don't take action again, you will die!"
call...
Long Chen's figure flashed, and his two palms were as fast as lightning. One palm hit his face, and the other hit his heart.
Both places are critical, and an attack on either place is fatal.
"Arhat conquers the devil!"
boom!
Ma Zun suddenly exerted his strength, made a lunge with his feet, punched twice, and met Long Chen's two palms.
Long Chen was shaken and flew back more than ten meters before he stabilized his body on the snow.
At this time, Ma Zun had a ferocious face and his skin was brassy, like an Arhat.
"Arhat Boxing, it's not bad, let me give it a try!"
Long Chen rushed over, and wherever he passed, snowflakes flew, and the ice and snow fell violently with his two palms. The horse statue stood still in the ice and snow like a bronze bell, and his two fists were like bronze hammers, fighting against Long Chen.
Zhang Qian's group of female generals and Da Zhou soldiers were dumbfounded.
"When did General Long become so powerful?"
"I didn't even watch him practice martial arts. He was playing princess every day."
"What are you talking about? You're obviously playing with all the female generals!"
"Could it be that...General Long's playing with women is just a way of practicing martial arts?"
Zhang Qian couldn't listen anymore and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
