MTL - Beiyin Great Sage-Chapter 68 Skill
Chapter 68 Skills
Three body steps!
The old horse is running!
Zhou Jia was drenched in blood, holding a shield in one hand, bowed slightly forward, and rushed towards Deacon Lu.
Since they have already started, they will naturally not let anyone go!
The power of the sixth grade surged in his body, making him run like a tiger. Before he could reach him, the ax blade, which was shining with cold light, had already slashed down with a dull thunder.
Although the Thunderbolt Ax is of a high grade, it does not have so many fancy ax techniques, only simple moves such as chopping, counter-slashing, and sweeping.
What matters is what's inside.
The cooperation of the source force and the body, the comprehension of the mighty shocking power of the thunder.
The blade of the ax fell, powerful and fierce, just in line with the meaning of furious thunder, and it also made Deacon Lu, who had wide-eyed eyes, look condensed.
No wonder he dared to attack himself, but he was quite capable.
Facing the incoming ax blade, he stepped back, with his hands erected in front of him, his simple movements showed a sense of arrogance.
Compared to Zhou Jia's ferocity, he is more calm.
"Shua!"
The hands in the long sleeves flashed out, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, the angle was tricky but not lacking in grandeur, and it was attacking the ax blade sideways.
"Ding…"
It was clearly a pair of fleshy palms, but when they collided with the ax blade, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
Zhou Jia felt a numbness in his palm. If he hadn't taken advantage of the heavy weapon, he might have been thrown out of his hand. Even so, the ax would have been bounced off Lao Gao.
The middle door is wide open!
Deacon Lu didn't change his face, and took the opportunity to charge forward, making a spear with one hand and slamming forward, the howling wind even pulled out a shrill scream.
refers to the gun.
Pointing at Zhou Jia's vitals.
In this world, no one who can survive and stand in the top position is a good stubble.
Martial arts.
is what they live on, carved into their bones.
Even the not-so-famous Deacon Lu is still a seasoned seventh-rank master, capable of defying knives, spears and axes.
This time, he pointed the gun, showing his murderous intent.
"Boom!"
A shield suddenly appeared, blocking the attack.
Deacon Lu raised his eyebrows, took a wrong step, and suddenly appeared on Zhou Jia's side, with his five fingers bent into claws and grasped fiercely towards his waist.
He moved swiftly, his movements were strange, his claws came out silently, and he was extremely vicious.
As far as the sixth-rank realm is concerned, it should have been unable to intercept it.
How...
"Boom!"
Zhou Jia shrank back and stepped sideways. Although he couldn't see the figure with his eyes, the shield appeared in front of his five fingers like a prophet.
"what?"
This time, Deacon Lu couldn't help expressing surprise.
In fact, he had thought in his heart just now that he wanted to cooperate with Zhou Jia to bring down Wei Zhixing together, and the mine could still be left to the other party after the incident was completed.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have spoken at first.
But right now, the murderous intent in his heart increased sharply.
A newcomer who has not been in this world for a long time has such strength, given time, is it still worth it?
kill!
No future troubles!
As his thoughts turned, his figure changed accordingly, like a spinning top, attacking Zhou Jia from all directions.
With the help of footwork, his offensive is erratic, left and right, front and back, sometimes fierce, sometimes feminine, and so on.
The extreme speed even caused a whirlwind to blow in this area of several feet, the night was already dim, and the wind and dust blinded the eyes, making it even more difficult to see clearly.
Zhou Jia seems to be unknown, and the shield is like an extension of the body...
Do not!
More flexible than arms.
The shield turned around, as if closed, no matter how fast Deacon Lu's offensive was, it was able to stop it without any mistakes.
Shield reverse perfect (987/1000)
The shield, which is approaching the limit of perfection, seems to have spirituality in his hands, chasing changes in the strong wind around him, perfectly intercepting and leveraging strength.
Looking at it from a distance, it was like an invisible barrier, wrapping him tightly.
No matter how fast the offensive is, it still cannot break through.
"it is good!"
Unable to make a quick attack, Deacon Lu's expression sank:
"I underestimated you."
While speaking, he paused, clenched a fist with one hand and slammed forward.
The opponent's shield method is exquisite, and it is unlikely to break through the interception with martial arts, but I am a seventh-rank, and I can crush it by relying on strength.
Since you can't win with moves, then use your realm to overwhelm others.
"Boom!"
Sure enough, facing the seventh-grade giant force, although Zhou Jia's shield technique is excellent, he still couldn't help but groaned, and staggered back two steps.
"Shua!"
Deacon Lu is relentless when he gains power, and his figure is like an arrow rushing forward.
Simple stepping and punching, within a few feet of the ground, he rushed out to take the lead and was invincible, and stabbed fiercely with his hand as a gun.
Behind the shield, Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes, his body trembling slightly.
A terrifying force erupted from the muscles.
Violence!
The arm shakes, the shield no longer blocks blindly, but slams forward.
Shield strike!
"Peng!"
Fist and shield intersect, the sound goes straight into the sky, and the air waves sweep across all directions.
Simultaneously compete and judge.
"Crack!"
Deacon Lu's face changed as he bent his arms. Before he could react, the light of the ax came into view, and the next moment his head flew up.
Fighting is so direct.
The winner lives and the loser dies. There is not so much nonsense, and all energy is used in this moment.
Zhou Jia held an ax shield, his whole body was hot, and his wrists were trembling.
"Hoo..."
After a long time, he let out a long breath and put away his shield and ax to sweep the battlefield.
...
"A master of the seventh rank is far inferior to himself who inspires violence by strength alone."
In the house, Zhou Jia took off his shirt, took out the ointment bought from the inner city, and applied it on his body to relieve the soreness from his muscles.
"But the seventh-rank master has the same body and source power, and his explosive power is equally astonishing. Although he has violence, he can't use it with source power."
“Victory lies in toughness, and defeat lies in dexterity.”
"Hiss..."
Accidentally pulled the injured muscle, he couldn't help gasping, with a grim expression.
"Deacon Lu is not well-known among the seventh-rank, and it takes so much effort to take him down. One can imagine other seventh-rank masters with names and surnames."
"but…"
Thinking of this, Zhou Jia smiled:
"At least it has been proved that my current strength is comparable to the seventh rank."
And this time was different from the previous fights. Except for the final outbreak, he did not rely on violence, but on actual competition skills.
It is clear.
Based on martial arts alone, he is no match for Deacon Lu, who has been immersed in martial arts for decades.
"There are weapons."
Looking down at the ax beside him, Zhou Jia secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, the ax was re-forged with the fragments of the giant sword. Otherwise, with the original sharpness, it might not be able to kill Deacon Lu in one blow.
The other party's hard work was extremely good, five fingers collided with the ax blade, and almost made fingerprints on the ax blade.
Very exaggerated!
However, although methods such as hard work and light work are good, they are not within the scope of Zhang Bing's blessing. Even if he wants to practice, his progress is slow.
...
In the next few days, Zhou Jia was as careful as ever.
Fortunately, the disappearance of Deacon Lu seems to be recorded on the head of the barony forces outside the castle, but no one came to ask specifically.
Thinking about it, no one would doubt that an unknown fifth-rank player can kill a seventh-rank expert.
On the contrary, Wei Zhixing was very happy. After confirming that Deacon Lu was completely missing, he called Zhou Jia and arranged for him to go to the inner city to see the world.
Zhou Jia also happened to be going to the inner city.
(end of this chapter)
