Chapter 100

At the level of martial saint, martial arts has long reached the highest level, turning visible into invisible and sound into silence. There is no need to pay attention to physical changes and moves, and it has reached the level of real perfection and perfection.

This move 'fierce horse rush' alone is first-class in martial arts, but Zhao Yan has a super first-class domineering when he uses it.

With one move, it was as powerful as a general riding a horse and stabbing a gun, and the murderous spirit ran through Chen Mo's chest. If an ordinary three flower warrior could only watch Zhao Yan stab himself with one shot at this time. But when Zhao Yan launched Chen Mo, he was ready. In his heart beating, he felt the strong wind brought by the opponent's fist strength, as if a big gun stabbed the output vessel of his heart, and his heart stopped beating.

Before the move, the murderous spirit has been stabbed.

fierce.

Chen Mo's eyes moved.

PA! Zhao Yan's fierce horse rushed to the door, hitting Chen Mo's heart, almost hitting his clothes. Zhao Yan couldn't help being proud of his success. He had felt his horse rushing to kill Chen Mo, and he could even feel the temperature of each other's chest and the stopped heartbeat.

His highness is nothing more than that.

No matter how niucha, it's just a martial artist in the realm of gas and flowers.

It's a pity that if ordinary martial artists are attacked by Zhao Yan, a martial saint with three flowers gathering at the top, they can't escape defeat. But what he met was Chen mo.

An unborn genius who refined star power, fought with star generals, and was instructed by star generals. Just when Zhao Yan's fierce horse rushed to the skin, Chen Mo's hands stuck and came out with Taiji yunshou, which combined the gen cover bowl of Bagua and clasped Zhao Yan's power. The man felt that his hands seemed to be lightly pushed aside.

Super first-class martial arts?

Zhao Yan has rich experience, and immediately sees that Chen Mo's move has a super first-class level, otherwise it is impossible to easily let go of his attack, but the next second, Zhao Yan entangled Chen Mo with his fist, as if it was a large piece of leather that wrapped Chen Mo, making any of his moves useless.

This' wrapping the body in a horse 'is a big move that he is proud of. Once a martial artist below the martial Saint level is close to him, he will die half if he doesn't die. Chen Mo's body swayed falsely, and he picked it up with "Li Zhongxu".

The virtual energy of Li Zhongxu can avoid the killing move of the other party in an instant, and then use the Qi and blood to carry the whole body to condense the fist, and turn it into a punch, which is the most aggressive and defensive move in the eight trigrams rhyme. In a flash, it was beyond Zhao Yan's entanglement, but the strength of the other party was too strong. The three flowers gathered at the top, and the spirit reached the unity of spirit and flesh. Even the most delicate defense could not escape the pursuit of Wu Sheng.

Zhao Yan's palm was pressed against Chen Mo's chest, and with a slight press of his five fingers, several ribs were suddenly crushed. Chen Mo's' Kan Zhongman 'and' Zhen Yang Yu 'were used one after another, one with softness, the other with hardness and softness. The combination of hardness and softness finally opened Zhao Yan's hand, and then Chen Mo slipped and stepped back, avoiding Zhao Yan's attack range.

Zhao Yan didn't pursue, but sneered. He looked at himself breaking Chen Mo's hand, and his eyes narrowed into a line.

This boy is even stronger than he imagined. With his great realm of soul and flesh integration, the warrior is like a clay dog. Once he takes it and sticks it, he can break his tendons and bones. Although Chen Mo's ribs were broken just now, it's not a serious injury for the warrior who has practiced until his blood and blood are immortal.

Zhao Yan is very dissatisfied with the consciousness of not having a move to defeat Chen mo. according to his imagination, the immortal Qi and blood is at best a master level. Chen Mo may have super first-class martial arts and be able to play a great master, but there is no possibility of escaping in front of him.

"Let me see what other moves you can use." Zhao Yan raised the corner of his mouth, and the martial Saint level martial artist could also understand one or two from the moves used by the other party in the confrontation, and blend into his own martial arts. Chen Mo's performance was far from his expectation. The young master of Chang'an mansion really had some capital, and it was a pity to kill him like this. Zhao Yan started the idea of learning the essence of Chen Mo's martial arts, and there may be a glimmer of life in the future when he entered the thunder robbery.

Chen Mo rubbed his chest and crushed his ribs. Fortunately, the injury was not serious. He maintained the circulation of Qi and blood with fine flowers, and protected his body with the true Qi of Qi flowers.

"Then let me show you." Chen Mo smiled and shook his hand in vain. The space seemed to explode, and a twisted vigorous wind suddenly blew the surrounding rocks into powder.

Zhao Yan frowned and saw that the hidden weapon in Chen Mo's hand, the upper and lower joints of his body, and the pores of his skin were beating.

This is a premonition of danger.

This boy really has nothing to rely on to survive until now. Zhao Yan's eyes coagulated, knowing that it might be Xingwu. He put away his contemptuous attitude, and his feet whirled, just like a god horse jumping, his body shuttled, like the brilliance of the stars, drilling a gap, and instantly exploded with the momentum of thunder. This move Baiju's body method is also played by Zhao Yan to perfection.

It seemed as if it really crossed the space of a hundred steps in the blink of an eye.

Chen Mo sneered and drank loudly. The closed nose lock suddenly opened, and all the pores on his body opened. The introverted breath exploded like a tsunami without warning. The 'nose locking technique' taught by Xi Yi has been practiced day and night, every minute of the day. I don't know how much breath has been restrained. Now, as soon as it is released, the breath blooms directly to the perfect state. The powerful Qi is no less powerful than Zhao Yan.

Wave the Big Dipper in your hand.

The vigorous wind was strong, waving a rolling thunder sound, like a sky thunder, using the star power to swing the Big Dipper. The powerful force was that Zhao Yan had to turn his hair upside down and was terrified.

Not good.

Zhao Yan felt a huge air flow in front of him, like a pillar of heaven collapsing and exploding on his whole skin. Zhao Yan gritted his teeth and directly parried Chen Mo's invisible weapon with both hands.

Touch!!

Wu Sheng's iron body can't be hurt even by the sword, and Xing Wu can also fight against it. But when he caught Chen Mo's blow, Zhao Yan immediately noticed that his palms were hot, and a hegemonic force inch by inch ran through his bones, tearing his muscles and skin membrane.

Even in his realm, he felt pain.

The three flowers on the top bloomed fuller. Zhao Yan shouted loudly, grabbed it with one hand, and took Chen Mo's eyebrows.

good heavens.

Chen Mo also secretly admires him. He knows his fierce Beidou. This martial artist can parry and is indeed a strong man with three flowers gathering at the top. However, Chen Mo's use of the Big Dipper means that he has to consume his physical strength, energy and star power at a high speed, which also means that he has to fight to the death and has no chance to maneuver. Seeing Zhao Yan still wanted to fight back, Chen Mo sneered, and the stick swept again, and the star symbol flashed on his forehead.

trample!!

The Beidou attack spread the power within a few meters. Zhao Yan was surprised. He didn't understand why Chen Mo's murderous spirit suddenly covered his whole body. Zhao Yan's attack had to end unharmed. The man withdrew, narrowly avoided, and then parried again with his hands. Wu Sheng's fist collided with Chen Mo's Beidou.

Chen Mo used the talent of 'trample' to increase the range of Beidou attack. In this way, each stick can sweep around within a few meters without dead corners. This talent is a nightmare for other martial artists.

Zhao Yan is afraid to find that Chen Mo has no flaws, and he can't find a chance to start.

Star symbol!!

Zhao Yan continued to attack Beidou, and finally found the black star engraved on Chen Mo's forehead, and the arrogant martial Saint immediately shouted out.

Not good.

This boy is a waiter.

Zhao Yan finally understood why Chen Mo was so rebellious. The star attendants used their star power. Compared with the true Qi, the blood martial arts were much stronger. Not to mention the martial arts of the same level, even if the three flowers gathered at the top, it would be enough.

On the other side, two assassins of Tang clan are watching Zhao Yan in the dark.

Both of them seemed indifferent. In their view, if Zhao Yan came out, those who are just angry and brave should be dead, and they don't need to show their faces again.

But things are going a little unexpectedly.

"This boy has some skills and his moves are super first-class. No wonder he is so horizontal." The female assassin held her cheek and looked at the battle between them. The young assassin next to him remained silent.

"It should be difficult for Zhao Yan to kill him." The female assassin asserted.

After Chen Mo took out the Big Dipper, the female assassin suddenly brightened her eyes, revealing a little different color: "is it a weapon with the wind hidden God stone?"

"Wind hidden God stone? How do you know?" The boy finally opened his mouth. His voice was very green, but it had a ruthless voice.

"This boy is a waiter, no wonder." The female assassin's smile disappeared and became meaningful.

The young assassin looked at the battle. At this time, Chen Mo had turned on his talent. Zhao Yan, who used the big dipper to suppress, was retreating day by day. No one could have thought that the martial artist who gathered the top of the hall with three flowers would be so ugly suppressed by the Qi Hua martial artist.

Zhao Yan's muscle membrane torn by the vigorous wind wrapped around the Beidou was cracked and scarred, but the man finally defeated Beidou's sacred wind with the great blood and strength of Wu Sheng.

Looking at the huge iron bar, like others, Zhao Yan was also stupid, and he gave a hoarse scream.

This means that he is asking for help.

"Garbage, it's really garbage. What three flowers gather at the top, facing a waiting star is so embarrassed." The female assassin laughed.

The young assassin beside him took out his concealed weapon, which had sneaked and was ready to kill Chen mo.

The female assassin was unmoved and looked at her companion with cold eyes.

Will die.

Zhao Yan's heart filled with unimaginable fear, and he had the idea of running first. He saw that Chen Mo's use of weapons could not last long.

Avoid the sharp edge first.

Zhao Yan's move 'just looking at the flowers' was heavily shadowed, avoiding the trampling attack and preparing to escape first. At this time, Chen Mo's big stick hit.

Under one stick, the strength is more concentrated.

The black star is engraved into a more complex, gorgeous white star symbol like snow. Zhao Yan only felt that the murderous spirit shrouded around him had disappeared, but the martial Saint had not yet had time to relax, but Chen Mo's attack became more fierce.

Chen Mo's figure was a long one, and the big dipper stick was gently waved in his hand, just like walking in the army, destroying the withered and decaying, unstoppable.

Zhao Yan looked at the two black and white stars on Chen Mo's forehead changing, and was completely blindfolded. When I went to fight Beidou again, my arms were shattered by the concentrated force.

Zhao Yan looked at his wasted hands with wide eyes.

Talent.

carry the world before one!!