Chapter 97 5 lines of boxing
A lot of things can happen in one hour, such as the outcome of a battle between monks.
The speed of the Mountain God's messenger was extremely fast, as this forest was his home ground. Even though he had not demonstrated any kind of footwork up to now, in the dense forest, even the low-level top-level footwork like Floating Light and Shadow was a little difficult for him to keep up with.
Lan Ling's footwork was more light and graceful, and she had to keep jumping and moving during this long-distance chase, which was really too much for her. As a result, although her cultivation was one level higher than Zhao Yushu's, her speed was getting slower and slower.
"Brother Zhao, he wants to defeat us one by one!" Lan Ling quickly saw the intention of the mountain god's messenger, which was nothing more than relying on terrain and distance to separate the two men.
"Then he must be able to break it!" Zhao Yushu swung his left hand violently. Lan Ling frowned. She was sure that Zhao Yushu threw something out, but with her eyesight, she couldn't see what it was. For a cultivator with opened eyes, even a cow-hair needle could not escape his eyes. This Master Zhao really had many tricks.
The Chengying sword flew silently towards the mountain god's messenger, but unfortunately Lao Zhao's aim was too poor. He clearly threw it at his back, but it ended up being a full foot off course, cutting through the mountain god's right arm with a "swish" sound and falling into the pile of fallen leaves.
The messenger of the mountain god was startled. He did not feel the attack of the hidden weapon at all, nor did he hear even the sound of breaking wind. He only felt a chill on his arm, and a thin wound suddenly appeared, and blood quickly oozed out.
What kind of martial arts is this? It’s so terrifying!
The messenger of the mountain god thought it was a hidden weapon, but he didn't see the hidden weapon at all, so he instinctively thought it was an extremely secret long-range cutting technique.
If the opponent has this kind of skills, your tactics will definitely not be implemented, and you will be slowly worn out by this.
So the mountain god messenger suddenly stopped and turned to look at Zhao Yushu.
Zhao Yushu was stunned. At this moment, he finally saw the other person's face. This face was very strange. It looked like a dark-skinned boy, but his face was covered with colorful mud stained with flower and grass juice, making him look like a special forces soldier in his previous life. He was wearing clothes woven from grass leaves, with his strong arms and calves exposed, and he was barefoot and empty-handed.
There was a faint light flashing in his eyes, and with the deer antler hat on his head, Zhao Yushu seemed to see an angry deer.
Zhao Yushu stopped, slowly pulled Chengying back and put him away, then stood side by side with Lan Ling who had just arrived.
The wind blew, and the leaves rustled, but the three of them did not move.
The wind stopped.
The mountain god's messenger spun violently, and with a pair of legs in mid-air, he whistled towards Zhao Yushu.
Hey, do you really think I’m a soft persimmon?
Facts have proved that in a head-on confrontation, when a person of the second level meets a person of the third level who is known for his strength, he is really a soft persimmon.
A big foot that hadn't been washed for who knows how long came towards him with the fragrance of mud. Even with Zhao Yushu's speed, he couldn't dodge it. He only had time to transfer his spiritual power to his sword and block it with both hands. The price of blocking it was that Lao Zhao was thrown into the air and hit a big tree directly, spitting out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
I was careless. I should have transformed myself into Madam Xu and poked him directly in the sole of his foot.
Old Zhao took a deep breath. Fortunately, although he looked miserable, his injury was not serious. After all, he had spiritual power to protect his body. It was much better than when he had his hand chopped off in the Mirage Temple.
Lan Ling on the other side did not expect that Lao Zhao would be knocked down in the first encounter. The gap between this and the fighting power he showed in the ruined temple last night was quite large. However, Lan Ling did not have time to think about it, and attacked the mountain god's messenger with two Emei spears like a storm.
To be honest, the Mountain God's messenger did not expect that this man who could keep up with him in the dense forest and even hurt him silently from a distance of ten feet would be so easy to deal with. The combo he had prepared seemed to be useless, so he turned around and fought with Lan Ling.
Yes, I was underestimated.
Old Zhao reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, held the sword in his hand, took a step, and rushed forward leaving a shadow. With Lan Ling there, although there were many shadows in the dense forest, he still did not intend to use the Shadow Step.
Lan Ling was also under a lot of pressure at this time. The opponent's moves were disorganized and it was obvious that he had not received any systematic training, but his reactions were extremely fast and powerful, and he would often avoid his attacks at the most critical moments. If he really couldn't avoid them, he would use his spiritual power to withstand them.
Although his stabbing speed was fast, its lethality was limited. After the two of them exchanged several moves, Lan Ling was unable to cause him any effective damage.
But it was different the other way around. Although the opponent had no weapons, his punches and kicks were extremely powerful, somewhat like Zhang Hong from Dabei Temple. If you were unlucky, you would get broken bones if hit by him. Lan Ling had to spend half of her attention dodging.
Lan Ling's mentality was a little broken. After all, he was a sixth-rank captain recognized by the court. When he was conferred the title in Xijing, he always thought that among people of the same rank, except for a few disciples from famous sects, he was at least the best. However, Zhao Yushu and the messenger of the mountain god really taught him a lesson.
Although the Mountain God's Messenger was powerful, it was still a bit wishful thinking for him to quickly defeat Lan Ling, who was also in the third level. At the moment when he was dragged, Zhao Yushu, who had just been knocked away, rushed over again. The Mountain God's Messenger instinctively punched him, but only left a residual image. At the same time, he felt a gust of hot wind on his back, and Zhao Yushu's fire-patterned sword chopped down fiercely.
The knife that was sure to win the fight missed. Zhao Yushu watched helplessly as the mountain god's messenger, at the moment when the blade was about to hit him, seemed to have no bones at all, and slipped out from the gap between Lao Zhao and Lan Ling in an extremely twisted posture. Yes, he slipped.
Zhao Yushu and Lan Ling stood there in a daze, looking at a big tree next to them. The messenger of the mountain god was wrapped around the tree like a python, staring at the two of them. The eyes under the deer antler hat actually turned into a pair of vertical pupils.
Zhao Yushu recalled that when he was chasing him just now, the messenger of the mountain god looked back and gave him the feeling of a stag. During the fight just now, this man's punches and kicks were as fierce and fast as a tiger or leopard; and now, he was a snake.
"Is this still a human?" Lan Ling's palms were sweating. She had never seen such strange kung fu.
"Five Elements Fist?" Old Zhao remembered a famous style of boxing in his previous life, but the Five Elements Fist imitates animals, and this guy has basically turned into an animal, but still retains his human form.
As if to deepen the impression, the messenger of the mountain god stuck out his tongue at the two of them on the tree, like a snake spitting out its tongue, and his cold eyes made people shudder.
"How do we do this?" Lan Ling tilted her head slightly and asked Zhao Yushu.
"I'll create opportunities for you, and you should try to attack his lower body." Zhao Yushu shook his sword, ready for another round.
"You, bad guys!" The awkward words suddenly popped out of the mouth of the mountain god's messenger, causing Zhao Yushu, who was about to take action, to subconsciously pause.
"What did you say?"