Chapter 675: Show off your power!
Chapter 675: Show off your power!
Snowy mountains.
Lord Mahakala...
Everything that Lan Jicai said was transmitted to Liang Qu's mind in detail, bringing back many memories.
Golden Eyes glanced at Mahakala, who was more than six feet tall, half a head taller than the white ape.
No wonder Beiting Batu left Harukhan alone to fight one-on-one, full of pride.
Strong and domineering, with unparalleled power!
Compared with Zhang Shaofan's molten gold body, Harukhan does not have such a strong diamond defense and is invulnerable to swords and spears, but he has more violent power and unparalleled speed!
During the previous test, the serrated sword had caused Liang Qu's arm to go numb.
If any one of Zhang Shaofan or Hua Qingdu were to take over today's battle, there would be no winner or loser!
This is the first time I meet such a strong peer.
Liang Qu tightened his gun and licked his lips.
If I beat the number one in Beiting, I will be the best in the world among the top 20, right?
Boom boom boom!
The drum surface shakes away the dust.
The armored musician beat the dazhui, the bright red laces danced wildly, and the notes were as rapid as a heavy rain.
The white ape was tinged with a faint golden light.
The retreating Harukhan dragged his sword, carrying the power of wind and thunder, and stepped on the ground!
boom!
The white mist rose again.
The two men who were familiar with each other's strength no longer flew away at the slightest touch. Instead, they touched the poles with their fingers, slanted their weapons together, and the gust of wind rolled back into the sky, knocking the two men away.
A cold light flashed on the blade.
Hold the weapon tightly and chop again with your backhand!
Clang!
Stab it!
Two crisp sounds.
The shirts of both men exploded, and the surging force rushed straight to the waist belt and stopped abruptly.
The north wind fluttered the long flag.
Everyone spread out their five fingers and held down their crowns tightly.
The envoy from the small country rolled his eyes and leaned against the back of his chair.
The center of the venue is at least fifty feet away from the spectator position. Is this really a fight between tigers?
No time to care about other people's panic.
Harukhan held the knife with both hands, his muscles bulged like solid rocks, his body like a mountain carrying the power of wind, thunder and blood river, pressing down on the gun blade, and the jagged edge of the blade left a long dark red mark in the void.
The blade is blinding.
The giant was looking down from above, pressing his sword to cut the neck, and his astonishing force was continuous like a sea tide.
Liang Qu twisted the gun barrel to the right with both hands. His forearms were twisted like steel cables, his tendons bulged, and a violent circle of force was stimulated.
Thunder came out of the mountain.
The powerful air blast was deafening.
Harukhan was thrown off balance by Fu Bo, but Liang Qu did not avoid it at all. He took his hand and grasped the middle part of the spear, turning the blade while taking advantage of the momentum, and chopped out a second shot at the same position, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth shots... Every time Harukhan chopped off a shot, he would be shaken violently, and the sparks would be caught by the strong wind from the spinning spear, and would not dissipate for a long time, until they burst into a fiery red flame!
The blazing wind cuts the face.
The white ape hugged the pillar and smashed it wildly.
Lord Mahakala crossed his red and blue swords and defended with difficulty.
Harukhan was caught off guard and was overwhelmed when he lost his balance. He was shot dozens of times in succession. His arms could no longer hold on and the blade that was blocking his body was suddenly smashed open by the spear, leaving him wide open!
opportunity!
The tiger roars loudly.
The Fu Bo fish leaped out, and the tip of the spear pierced out a green light, like a blue dragon sticking out its head.
However, to everyone's surprise, before Qinglong opened his mouth, he bit off a piece of flesh and blood.
Harukhan, who had lost his composure, turned red all over. He forcefully turned his center of gravity, without dodging or evading, and leaned back to swing his knife!
歘!
The spear came out at an angle.
Liang Qu twisted in the air, stepped on Harukhan's calf, and leaped backwards with the dark red blade sideways.
Fu Bo spun, the red tassel fluttered, blood spurted out from the blade, and splashed a long and narrow arc on the ground.
Harukhan gasped for breath and looked down, seeing an inch-deep wound.
Wiping off the blood that flowed from the opening, Harukhan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, feeling confused.
Was the other party prepared?
It was a thrilling battle, but no success was achieved. Voices of regret were heard one after another, from both Harukhan and Liang Qu.
Batu gripped the armrest tightly.
The situation is quite different from what one imagines.
Sunar and Horun'e's spines were covered with cold sweats. No one knew the horror of Harukhan better than them.
Man is stronger than mountains!
Now Liang Qu was able to fight back and forth with only a spear, and even gained the upper hand. The impact he gave them was no less than that of an orchid mantis on a willow leaf. He used his sickle to hold up the two fingers of the giant and cut them fiercely!
What horse?
A fierce tiger, a fierce and gnarled tiger!
Beiting was surprised at Liangqu's terror and youth.
Why didn't Dashun, Mengqiang and others marvel at Harukhan's tyranny and ferocity?
Previously on the training ground, Liang Qu was able to hold his own against three opponents at the same time!
If it were someone else, the wound would be so deep that the bone would be visible, but on Harukhan, it was not worth mentioning.
boom!
The long wind howled.
The flags fluttered in the wind without stopping for a moment.
The rapid drum beats of the Breaking Formation Music matched with the collision of swords and weapons, as majestic as the charge of thousands of troops!
Bang bang bang!
The white ape and Mahakala failed in their first attack, so they put all their strength into it, trying to kill again and again, and again and again!
Toes grip.
Breathe and hold.
My heart is pounding!
The black and red blade light and the black and gold spear light collided, and the afterglow of the sharp blade lingered for a long time.
The sparks from the previous shot had not yet died down, and sparks from a new knife were flying out again.
Mo Wang saw the dense sparks from the collision between the swords and guns. It was as if the two men were waving not some magical weapons but two long, fluttering silks!
Encourage! Encourage!
charge! charge!
It was as if a god was moving, soaring and standing tall.
The two armies charged into the battle line, brandishing swords and spears.
All the music is played for two people.
Great joy rising to the sky!
The clouds were turbulent and columns of blood shot up into the sky.
Liang Qu and Harukhan have completely raised the definition and upper limit of tiger hunting for beginners, telling the world that tiger hunting at the initial stage can be so powerful!
The ink beads are connected into a string.
The imperial pen in front of the emperor was moving like a dragon and dancing like a snake, and he wrote with all his might.
Black, red and black gold were closely interwoven, and through the flying sparks, Liang Qu saw Harukhan's blood-red skin like flames, the violent flow of sweat mixed with oil, and the hot air from his mouth and nose turned into thick mist.
The temperature in the imperial city is relatively cold, but definitely not to the point where your breath turns into fog!
The meat saw is powerful and heavy but not messy.
The force of the spear blade hitting him became stronger and stronger, even stronger than Liang Qu himself, making him feel choked up, gasping for breath, and his physical strength pouring down like a mountain stream.
Just for a moment.
Harukhan's body suddenly became thinner, and his sturdy torso revealed strong lines.
There is no doubt that it is the Naiman secret method!
Khan used it!
At first Liang Qu was not sure whether Harukhan would do it or not, but he remained vigilant throughout, so he was able to withdraw in time.
Even when Naiman Khan used this move, Yan Dongjun had to avoid the edge... Boom!
The meat-sawing knife rolled down like thunder.
Fu Bo was shocked and nearly dropped the object.
Liang Qu's mouth was bleeding, he was gasping for breath, his eyes were blazing, it was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a fierce battle, the scene before his eyes gradually merged with the scene in the Temple of Heaven, everything he had learned from spearmanship before was broken up and reorganized, the invisible skills gradually merged into spearmanship.
Every shot is different, every strike is different, but each one is increasingly fierce and terrifying!
Batu was slightly moved: "He is making progress... How could it be..."
The sea of blood is raging, and the reef stands alone.
Two dragons fight for a pearl, and a tiger competes for food!
The feeling of the gun in my hand became more and more familiar, and the emotions in my heart became more and more excited.
Until one moment, the gun tassels fluttered and blessings came to the heart.
The warm sunshine in the sky turned into endless frost and snow, and Harukhan's figure overlapped with Khan's seamlessly.
It was as if mountain spring water rushed into a deep pool, splashing clear water.
Liang Qu moved abruptly, swung his spear blade to open the knife edge, and his bleeding knuckles and forearms were broken and injured, and he retreated to Fu Bo abruptly.
Use your forearm to support the gun barrel and press it down with your thumb.
The black-gold gun blade melted into a stream of light all over the sky, creating ripples in the void one after another.
Layer upon layer of ripples surged into waves, completely submerging Harukhan, just like a blooming golden chrysanthemum wrapped in flesh and blood, hundreds of stamens pulling off the delicate flesh threads, and the large black and gold chrysanthemum was dyed blood red!
Batu broke the armrest.
Mr. Mo raised his eyelids slightly.
"Xueju, Yan Dongjun's spear skills..."
Wow!
The spear was retracted with a sharp force.
The blood flowers blooming in countless pupils withered and died.
Harukhan had no way to escape and was turned into a bloody man.
The swirling steam dissipated.
The hideous openings were neither deep nor shallow, filled with blood, as if a pair of scarlet eyes had opened on the flesh.
Severe pain came over his whole body, forcing Harukhan back from his mystical state!
Woo~
The three-meter-high horns of the ox are held high.
The drum music is vigorous and exciting.
The battle between the two armies reached its climax.
Thousands of horses galloped in unison, and flags covered the sky.
Kill the general! Kill the general!
Capture the flag! Capture the flag!
Taking advantage of the victory, Liang Qu raised his spear and went forward again. The fairy island was covered with white mist and waterfalls surged.
Bang!
Avoid the blade.
White mist exploded under my feet.
Liang Qu rode the wind to the sky, stepped on the misty steps and flipped up, taller than Harukhan, then turned around and chopped with his spear.
Wow!
Carry a knife and a gun.
The blood in the wound was shaken and rushed down like a stream.
A feeling of weakness washed over my body.
Harukhan's legs went weak and he fell to his knees.
Lord Mahakala was also struck with a weakened look.
Harukhan swung his sword and tried to chase him, but the white mist surged again. Liang Qu used the force in the air and leaped to the back like a martial saint, stabbing out a green light. The sword in his hand had to change its offensive and defend itself.
The galloping cavalry brandished their sabers.
The defeated soldiers threw away their weapons and armor.
Ants are defeated and rats are terrified!
"Well done!"
Meng Qiang was overjoyed. He put his arms around Zhang Shaofan and Hua Qingdu's necks and slapped them hard.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Harukhan is dying!
Bian Liangqu also thought so.
However, at this moment, a strong sense of crisis came over me!
Harukhan swung the gun away, wiped the blade with his hand, and smeared it with blood. His dark pupils disappeared without a trace, looking strange and dangerous.
Does the barbarian have a backup plan?
Meng Qiang stopped laughing.
The envoy held his breath.
Liang Qu looked around, realized the source of danger, and suddenly raised his head.
The originally fading Mahakala's eyes regained stability at some point, his tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and then his eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a strange pure white.
Lord Mahakala is about to open his eyes!
All the pores on my body felt as if they were being pricked by needles, and they felt numb and squirming, as if pupils were about to grow on my body and open.
So itchy!
What the hell?
Is this really true?
The alarm bells in Liangqu rang loudly.
Everyone leaned back.
Such power...
Oh no, this is bad!
Mr. Mo took his hands out of his sleeves.
However, when several masters were preparing to rescue, an even stronger breath suddenly rose up, like water flooding the throat and filling the lungs, and like the scorching sun across the sky, burning the skin and flesh!
Everyone's gaze shifted from Harukhan back to Liang Qu, and then they could only see the white ape hanging from the pillar.
wow~
Heaven and earth were silent.
The tide is rising.
The gun blade cut through the sky, creating ripples like water.
Everything in front of him turned into black and white lines. Mahakala, holding two swords in his hands, strangely held on for half a breath, but was still unable to resist. The black spots withered and mottled inch by inch.
As the gun blade passed, the lines broke, as if the rebounding tendons contracted and trembled, causing all the thin lines to jump and twist together.
boom!
Lord Mahakala was blown into pieces.
The half-open pupils disappeared without a trace.
The world is empty!
Swish!
Batu appeared, stood in front of Harukhan, grabbed the remaining energy with his bare hands, and crushed it into powder.
Boom!
Harukhan fell on his back.
The breeze blows.
The drums and music stopped suddenly.
Liang Qu retreated three steps, smashed his gun and supported himself on the ground.
The turbid water droplets splashed out small flowers.
The musician who was beating the drum was sweating profusely.
Holy Emperor, Mr. Mo, and all the nobles in the court are watching.
Batu glanced at Liang Qu meaningfully, then turned and bowed to the Holy Emperor.
"We admit defeat!"
(End of this chapter)