MTL - Strange Worlds: The Sequence-Chapter 110 matchless

  Chapter 110 Peerless

  Looking at the horrific scene on the martial arts arena, everyone outside the arena couldn't help but exclaimed and horrified.

   "Wen'er is not his match."

  On the viewing platform, the torches on both sides were blazing, and in the middle of the big pear wood chair, sat a big man with a red face.

  He is eight feet tall, much taller when sitting than standing. He is burly but not bloated.

  This person is the owner of the third gymnasium of Sifang Martial Arts.

   "Howling Tiger" Zhao Buhu.

   "Father, don't build up other people's aspirations and destroy your own prestige. Even Brother Wen hasn't shown his full strength yet, so you say he lost. I don't accept it!"

   On the left side of Zhao Buhu was a young man who was a spoon dancer, looking at him angrily.

  The boy's name is Zhao Zhou.

   is the only son of Zhao Buhu.

  He has practiced martial arts with Li Wen since he was a child, and the latter also took good care of him, so in Zhao Zhou's eyes, Li Wen is the strongest among the younger generation in Changbei Prefecture.

   "Brother Wen is impossible to lose!"

  Zhao Zhou shouted loudly.

   Not only Zhao Zhou, but even the long-bearded old man sitting on the right was puzzled and asked:

   "Yes, the third hall owner, how did you know that Chen Yuyan will win this competition?"

   "Use your eyes."

  Zhao Buhu pointed to his eyes and said carelessly.

   Whoops—

  Zhao Zhou was slapped on the forehead by Zhao Buhu, clutching his forehead and howling.

  The latter did not feel any embarrassment at all because he bullied the small with the big. Instead, he patted his son on the head unceremoniously and said:

   "What do you know, a kid who has just arrived in the interior, your father and I are the masters of divine will, don't you understand better than you?"

  Not only on the viewing platform, but also the disciples of the Sifang Martial Arts Hall near the Martial Arts Field were discussing, unable to agree on the result of this exchange.

   "Who do you think will win?"

   "It's hard to say, senior brother and Chen Shaoxia are both martial arts heroes on the Qingyun list."

   "That's right, the two of them fought evenly just now, and it's hard to see who has the advantage and who has the disadvantage."

   "Look, big brother has made a move!"

   An exclamation brought everyone's attention back to the martial arts arena.

   "If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow!" Li Wen lay on the ground on his side, muttering to himself.

  The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

  While the voice echoed, Li Wen's eyes were tightly closed, and the turbulent aura around him instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, but in just a moment, the vigorous and fierce qi and blood erupted like a volcanic eruption.

  Thick accumulation and steady growth, unstoppable!

   Artistic Conception · Drunk ink dripping!

  There was only a thunderous explosion, and Li Wen, who was drunk like mud, suddenly became tall and straight. He no longer looked like a drunken man just now, but looked like a handsome wit who was drinking and splashing ink.

  Looking at it again, he has rushed towards Chen Yuyan like an arrow from the string.

  The latter stepped on, twisted his body, danced with sword light, and went straight like a tornado.

  The boundless spirit of drinking collided with the spirit of the dead sword.

  I saw Li Wen's inner strength surged, and he stepped forward, his fist prints were full of strong wind and air, like a meteor falling to the ground, the power was terrifying.

   With a punch, there seemed to be thick ink and wine swaying behind him, wanton and chic.

   Fist like a mountain.

   And punching out, it is like a landslide!

  Before anyone arrived, Chen Yuyan narrowed his eyes slightly due to the oncoming strong wind.

   In the gust of wind, hair thrown back, clothes fluttering.

   "Driving six dragons, riding the wind; traveling four seas, eight countries under the road!"

   "I, Chen Yuyan..."

   "It's hard to be a rival among my peers!"

  Chen Yuyan stared straight at the oncoming one, as if about to collapse the earth, and stood still.

   Draw out the knife and come out.

  Qiu Shui Dao came out like a tiger descending the mountain, and behind Chen Yuyan, ghosts and ghosts from the underworld roared up to the sky.

  The next moment, it sounded like a thunderbolt, and the ground exploded.

   This knife is extremely sharp.

  Chen Yuyan's internal strength was surging, blood was surrounding him, and the sword glow was hesitating, Li Wen was about to fall under his sword!

  I saw the smoke and dust billowing, a line of shock pierced the air, and it was tens of feet in an instant, and the knife came out silently, as if even the sound of the sonic boom was left far behind.

  The line through which the knife light hesitated and cut, seemed to be a vacuum-like passage slowly lingering.

  The fist print collided with the sword light, and an astonishing wave erupted, causing ripples in the air.

  The bluestone ground of the Martial Arts Field was cracked and crumbling, almost unable to hold on.

  Seeing this, Zhao Buhu on the viewing platform stepped forward with his right foot, and the internal force as deep as Mount Tai covered the bluestone martial arts field along the ground.

  The cracks on the ground no longer spread, and even gradually healed.

  But at this time, everyone's eyes were attracted by the two people who were fighting, and they didn't notice this.

   "Long time no see, Mr. Zhao, your strength has improved a lot. It really makes my little sister feel ashamed."

  These words were quiet, but they were soft and soft. Zhao Buhu felt indescribably comfortable when he heard them, and turned his head involuntarily.

  I saw a woman standing at the door with a smile, her skin was as radiant as snow, and her eyes were like a pool of clear water.

Wearing a plain white long brocade dress, which is a bit too simple, embroidered with dark brown silk thread to embroider wonderful and strong branches, and pink silk thread embroidered plum blossoms in full bloom, extending from the hem of the skirt to the bottom of the skirt. waistline.

  A wide belt tightens the slender waist, showing a slim figure.

  Beside her, there is also a girl in plain clothes. This girl is extremely beautiful, really like a pearl haloing, a beautiful jade shining, and there is a bookish air between her brows and eyes.

   But at this time, her eyes were fixed on the two people in the martial arts arena, and her eyes were full of fighting spirit.

   "It turned out to be Master Jiang Zhai. I didn't dare to dare. I have such strength, but I am poor at painting tiger dogs. How can I compare with you, Jiang Zhai Master."

  Zhao Buhu smiled awkwardly, "Please take a seat, the elder brother of the province said that I did not entertain well."

This Jiang Ming's strength is even higher than that of his elder brother "Molong in Wine" Li Qingtian. Although he knew that Jiang Ming's words were polite, Zhao Buhu still found it strange to hear it. .

   "Then I would like to thank Mr. Zhao, Wenyu, you sit down too."

   "I want to go up and fight them."

  Jiang Wenyu, a girl in plain clothes, had internal energy surging in her hands, and the fighting spirit in her eyes was burning like a raging fire.

  Jiang Ming couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, "I'm here to bring you to observe, not to let you go up to fight and kill. How decent is this, be obedient."

   "All right, all right."

  Jiang Wenyu twitched his lips, and replied listlessly, but the eyeballs in his eyes were gurgling, thinking.

   "Then Master Zhao, please lead the way."

  Jiang Ming's strength, of course, did not come to the Sifang Martial Arts Gym to watch two younger generations compete, but to discuss important matters with Li Qingtian.

   "Okay, Master Jiang Zhai, please follow me."

   "Old Zhou, treat Miss Jiang well."

  The long-bearded old man beside him responded repeatedly.

   Immediately afterwards, Zhao Buhu and Jiang Ming disappeared from the same place in a blink of an eye, and they did not know where they were going.

  Jiang Wenyu sat on the seat, watching the competition below with great interest.

  At this time, in the martial arts arena, the competition has entered a fierce stage.

   The autumn water knife in Chen Yuyan's hand exudes a withered yellow color, which urges his characteristics.

  Characteristic "Autumn Killing": Autumn Killing, Autumn Punishment, Autumn Killing, Killing Wushuang, fighting with the Autumn Water Knife, will increase the fighting spirit of the knife holder, and the longer the battle lasts, the sharper the Autumn Water Knife.

   Swing a knife, and it's not just a knife.

  During the flickering of the knife light, thousands of cold lights evolved, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, filling the sky, dotted with stars, but orderly.

  Any bit of cold light, there is a lone ghost behind him, with a terrifying appearance.

   Looking at it with the eyes, it really looks like a devastated, endless hell.

  Li Wen's eyes were tightly closed, and there was neither sadness nor joy in his heart, and the waves were calm. In the moment of thought, his fists suddenly raised his head like a curled up dragon.

   Immediately, he turned around with him, his fists moved with him, and he also turned at a very high speed, like a dragon with its fangs exposed, swallowing the enemy facing it.

   "Good boxing skills..."

  The shadow of the fist slammed down again, but Chen Yuyan remained motionless, but with a twist of his wrist, the light of the knife shot up into the sky, and then fell down, like moonlight streaming down and mercury pouring down the ground.

  In the blink of an eye, the shadows of fists flooding in like a tide were completely submerged:

   "It's a pity that you ran into me."

  Boom—

  A loud bang resounding through the sky echoed in the ears of everyone present.

  Although the Martial Arts Field, which was about to fail, was restored to its original state under the blessing of Zhao Buhu, it wailed and collapsed in the confrontation between the two at this moment.

  With the collision of the two as the center, as far as the terrifying air wave reaches, countless sand, sand, earth and rocks soar into the sky in an instant, and the turbulent air wave immediately explodes, layer upon layer, and slaps away in all directions.

   Slashed out with a knife, it was like a thunderbolt exploding.

   This is not just an explosion of internal power, but also an explosion of power beyond the imagination of ordinary people, pure to the extreme!

  When clang—

   Accompanied by a sour sound of gold and iron rubbing.

  Li Wenfa fell back, and his whole body staggered back as if struck by a thunderbolt. The air waves visible to the naked eye exploded around him, and his clothes were torn apart inch by inch.

   This knife is like a mountain pressing down horizontally.

   There is no sword light, no sword energy, but the pure burst of power makes him retreat step by step.

   Blazing yang internal force, the main heat, the main force.

  The blazing yang internal force contains six points of the effect of the wedding dress internal force. Although it is not as good as the former, the terrifying power that burns everything, but it has also walked out of its own unique direction.

  The rope tied with black hair behind his back broke, and Li Wen danced wildly, his face flushed.

   Facing Chen Yuyan's strength as if a mountain was pressing down on him, Li Wen had no choice but to retreat again and again, roaring loudly, and the raging sound waves rolled back and forth in the night, like large invisible ripples.

  People who were a little closer only felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, and those who were far away were also taken aback.

   "What kind of situation is this forced?"

   This thought arose in everyone's hearts.

Li Wen, who was standing among the ruins, suddenly opened his eyes, still looking so drunk, and suddenly pulled back the palm that was pushed nearly halfway, and the strong wind that filled the sky moved with it, and when his five fingers pinched together, There was a loud bang.

   Like invisible wind and clouds, they are all held in his palm.

  He smelled of alcohol all over his body, although his movements were not straightforward.

  But it is full of infinite power.

   Then, send it with a punch!

   Suddenly, an ink dragon seems to rise up into the sky.

   Split the air flow, engulfed in strong wind, and blasted out with unstoppable momentum!

  The next moment, the knife and fist clashed, making a deafening explosion.

  Boom—

  The explosion at this moment made the eardrums of the surrounding audience tingle, and they stared in horror.

  On the martial arts arena, it seemed like a meteor fell to the ground, shaking the sky.

  The overwhelming silt, sand, and gravel were lifted up into the sky by the shock, but were split into finer and smaller smoke and dust by the fierce knife light.

  The confrontation between the two became intense in an instant, so that it seemed extremely difficult for the onlookers, not to mention meddling, to see clearly.

  Only the long-bearded old man on the viewing platform and Jiang Wenyu could see the two people fighting in the ruins as they moved across the entire Martial Arts Arena.

  As soon as he made a move, Chen Yuyan had no reservations, and the long sword was aimed at the direction of the sword, which seemed to set off a turbulent wave.

In an instant, the sound of wind, thunder and explosions had already permeated the Martial Arts Field. The shadows of the fists lingered with the scent of alcohol, rising and falling like the tides, while the light of the sabers shone like the tide, and the dazzling light pierced all the martial arts disciples watching the battle below. Eyes hurt.

   I don't know when, everything suddenly fell silent.

  The smoke and dust dissipated, and everyone's eyes closely followed the two standing figures, wanting to see who would win and who would lose.

  Li Wen just opened his mouth, but before he could speak, blood poured into his throat.

  He didn't seem to realize it, his eyes, which had been stained red with blood, dissipated the alcohol and regained his sanity.

   "You are strong, but I haven't lost yet."

  Clouds piled up, drifted, and spread across the sky, and the pale sky quickly darkened and blackened like paper with ink dried up.

It's raining.

  In a blink of an eye, the sound of the rain became a roar, and the sky seemed to crack countless holes, and the torrential rain merged into a waterfall, pouring down towards the earth.

  The two figures gradually blurred in the thick rain curtain.

   At this moment, suddenly a delicate figure of plain color jumped down from the viewing platform and stood beside the two of them.

   It was Jiang Wenyu.

   "Li Wen, don't be brave, you are obviously not his opponent."

  Jiang Wenyu glanced at the bruised Li Wen, and said straight to the point: "You can't beat him, let me do it."

  The girl turned her head to look at Chen Yuyan. Her face was plain, but there was a madness in the corner of her eyes.

   There was no surprise in Chen Yuyan's eyes, but only a fiery fighting spirit.

   "The one hundred and eighty-seventh place on the Qingyun list, 'Tianliujiang' Jiang Wenyu."

   "Please enlighten me."

   After finishing speaking, without waiting for Chen Yuyan's reaction, the Baihong knife in his hand flew, and streaks of white knife energy scattered in all directions, bringing him directly into the range of his knife gesture.

  The sound of piercing the sky shot into the sky in an instant, turning into a flexible and sharp white shadow, and swiping towards Chen Yuyan like a poisonous snake.

  That white shadow was just a dark one at the beginning, but in a moment, it turned into trillions, everywhere, blocking all the latter's escape routes!

  The torrential rain was falling crazily, the bright lightning flew through the air like a silver snake, and the rumbling thunder was deafening, as if it could shatter anything.

  Chen Yuyan's eyes were steady, his saber intent scattered, and the ghosts and gods of the underworld crawled out from behind him again.

   Slashing Jiang Wenyu's sword light, Chen Yuyan was tall and tall, standing on the ruins.

   "Brother Li and I haven't finished fighting yet."

  His gaze is like a tiger, staring at the two people in front of him, his face is calm, but full of confidence that makes people feel convincing:

   "If you want me to say it, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

   "You two."

"Go together."

  (end of this chapter)