C229 Flood Dragon Form Howling Dragon Fist
C229 Flood Dragon Form Howling Dragon Fist
"What's more interesting is that I will teach you a lesson!" When Zhao Jin heard Chen Yu's casual comment, he became angry and shouted angrily.
Chen Yu smiled. With a bow behind his back, he threw a simple punch.
The Astral Qi revolved, but it did not produce too great of a fluctuation, nor did it release outwards. It only condensed in the center of the fist.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"How is this possible?" The moment the fist and palm made contact, Zhao Jin's expression twisted.
The jade-like Aura exploded and Zhao Jin's body flew back like a kite with its string cut, crashing onto the ground.
Those teammates of Zhao Jin's revealed looks of disbelief and were in an uproar.
At the same time, there was an uproar and some voices from the surroundings. He didn't know when it started, but there had already been a large number of martial practitioners gathered around him.
Zhao Jin rolled two rounds on the ground before he quickly got up with blood at the corner of his mouth.
The short martial artist's expression was unsettled.
"Brother Chen, this?" Ho Zhong, who had already gained the upper hand, suddenly froze in his battle with the opponent before him. He had already tried his best to overestimate Chen Yu, but he didn't expect Sun Tie to be so powerful that he could defeat Zhao Jin with a strength of four small realms.
If it was said that defeating Zhao Jin was not unacceptable, then Chen Yu's calm and light performance was a bit scary.
"Ah!" Zhao Jin bellowed, he pulled out his sword from behind him, a sword light flashed and tore the cloth covering the Upper Grade True Artifact's sword into pieces. Then, his body flashed, his sword slashed across the sky, and in the midst of the sword light, dozens of sword flowers appeared, which shot towards Wu Tie.
The dozen or so flower swords all contained a sharp sword ray. It was all from the illusory to the corporeal, and they were all extremely sharp.
However, there was not the slightest change in Chen Yu's expression. From his perspective, this kind of sword technique was meticulous and not powerful enough. It could be easily broken with a single slash.
However, Chen Yu did not pull out his blade. Instead, he pointed his finger out like a sword and shot out thirteen fingers. Thirteen streaks of azure-colored gale energy condensed into small swords that shot out one after another, meeting the dozen or so sword flowers.
"This astral energy is actually this refined?"
"Who is this person?" Which city? to have such strength at the second level of the Heavenly Astral Stage, but he doesn't even use a weapon, isn't this a little too arrogant? "
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As more and more martial artists were discussing amongst themselves, there were muffled sounds coming from all around. The small sword made of astral energy was also broken down along with those small sword flowers. Only a beam of sword light managed to cut through the small sword and still stabbed forward.
This sword light was exactly where Zhao Jin's long sword was. Zhao Jin, who was holding the sword, had a twisted and angry look on his face. Facing his sword, Chen Yu did not even move his weapon. In Zhao Jin's eyes, this was an undisguised humiliation.
The sword light was sharp like a bolt of lightning, piercing straight towards Chen Yu. Zhao Jin did not believe that Chen Yu could still condense Supreme Qi to block his sword!
Indeed, Chen Yu could not resist anymore. After all, the release of the Astral Energy also required time. It was impossible for Chen Yu to use his body to block such a ferocious strike.
Just as he was about to pierce Chen Yu's throat, Chen Yu suddenly twisted his body and dodged to the side. His movement technique was mysterious and fast, and his timing could be said to be perfect. The sharp sword aura on Zhao Jin's sword brushed past Chen Yu's body.
A few more exclamations of admiration came from the surrounding crowd. It was unknown if it was for this thrilling scene or Chen Yu's powerful movement technique.
Zhao Jin changed his move then turned his body rapidly and swung his sword horizontally.
However, the mysteries of the Wind Transformation Movement were undoubtedly reflected. Like a light breeze, Chen Yu's body suddenly shot up high, barely dodging the sweeping sword attack. He pounced on Zhao Jin in midair, and then smashed down with his fist.
Zhao Jin could not retract his sword while it was still on the outside. He blocked with his arm but it was useless. Under Chen Yu's strength, Zhao Jin's arm was about to break and his breastbone was about to break. His body flew backward as blood spurted out crazily from his mouth.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then burst into an uproar again.
Two figures flashed out, protecting Zhao Jin who was lying on the ground.
The short warrior stood up, and the sharp qi flow around his body started to revolve around him, condensing into a coiling dragon. The scales of the dragon appeared, as if it was absorbing the heaven and earth origin energy, and the might it possessed shook the world.
He took a step towards Chen Yu. With every step, his aura became even more berserk.
"Jiang Zhu is about to make a move, as expected of a powerhouse at the seventh level of Heavenly Astral Stage, his aura is actually this strong!"
"He is a genius from the Jiang Clan of Ye Yuan City. It is said that he has practiced the Dragon Transformation skill of the Jiang Clan to the Small Success Stage. He is able to unleash the power of three flood dragons in one punch!"
"That guy on the second level of Heavenly Astral Stage might be a genius, but even if he were to defeat his opponent at the fourth level of Heavenly Astral Stage, he would still not be a match for Jiang Zhu!"
Some of the onlookers that knew the short martial artist unconsciously revealed his background.
In the face of Jiang Zhu's imposing manner, Chen Yu was as steady as a rock and remained unmoved.
Until now, Chen Yu, who was at the seventh level of Heavenly Astral Stage, had killed more than one person, so naturally, he wasn't too afraid of Jiang Zhu.
However, the difference in level was indeed a bit big, so Chen Yu still had to be careful in dealing with the difference in Astral Energy.
"What is your name?" Under Chen Yu's guard, Jiang Zhu stood five meters away. He did not release his powerful and violent aura, instead, he created a huge deterrence as he stared coldly at Chen Yu.
"Chen Yu!" Chen Yu said plainly without fear.
"Chen Yu!" Jiang Zhu said coldly, "Very good, I'll remember you. To be able to defeat Zhao Jin, you do have some ability. I don't mind giving you three Primeval Stone. How about we just drop the matter? "
"Three?" Chen Yu sneered, "Jiang Zhu, are you deaf? Three hundred pills, not a single pill was missing! "
"Chen Yu!" Ho Zhong's expression changed and he quickly shouted. He moved around the warrior who had stopped bothering him and came to Chen Yu's side. He said in a low voice, "We only have two people, and we can't block Jiang Zhu's counterattack." You should at least leave some leeway!
"You …" Jiang Zhu's expression was livid as he looked around at the onlookers. His killing intent was exposed as he stared at Liu Tie and said, "You dare to open your mouth wide. It seems you don't even know how to write the word 'dead'. Do you think defeating Zhao Jin is that amazing?"
Chen Yu said in a mocking tone, "Defeating you is not such a difficult thing to do!"
"Die!" Jiang Zhu could not hold himself back anymore. He punched out and the Winged Flood Dragon that surrounded his body roared. It moved with Jiang Zhu's fist and rushed towards Chen Yu at an incredibly fast speed.
At the same time, Jiang Zhu's oppressive aura erupted. A wave of aura that seemed to originate from ancient times rose up into the air. He had the feeling of wanting to transform into a dragon and sweep the world with his unparalleled fist intent.
"Wyrm Form?" Chen Yu spread his legs and stood up abruptly. After throwing out a punch, a vast wave of fist aura rose up.
"Be careful!" Ho Zhong growled and punched.
The vital energy and blood in his body surged, and the blood in his veins exploded at this moment. Like a river that had burst its banks, it surged as it instantly merged into the force of his fist.
Ang! An ancient dragon's roar resounded in Chen Yu's chest. His heart pounded like a drum. The originally green Supreme Force in his body turned into a dark red like blood.
Howling Dragon Fist, a dragon's roar.
The punch of Ho Zhong, who was one step ahead of the others, suddenly exploded. He had no strength to resist and was smashed to pieces by Jiang Zhu's Astral Qi flood dragon. It was unstoppable, as if it was made of rotten wood.
Ho Zhong's face revealed a trace of astonishment. He was originally one of the top experts in the sixth level of Heavenly Astral Stage, but facing Jiang Zhu's fist technique, he had no power to resist. He even felt that it would be difficult for him to block Jiang Zhu's attack even if he used his weapon.
Furthermore, what made Ho Zhong even more embarrassed was that Jiang Zhu shouldn't be able to fully unleash the attack power of the Wyrm Form!
Under the strong pressure, Ho Zhong subconsciously retreated to avoid Jiang Zhu's dragon edge attack. After taking a step back, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned his head to look at Chen Yu and immediately froze.
Looking around, after Chen Yu punched out, a blood-red Mang Long appeared on the tip of his fist. The Mang Long exuded an ancient and powerful aura that looked down upon the heavens as he charged towards Jiang Zhu's Astral Qi Flood Dragon.
The two massive dragon-shaped qi auras clashed with each other in such a simple and direct manner that it was very similar.
Did Chen Yu also practice the Dragon Transformation of Ye Yuan City's Jiang Clan? But as a practitioner of the sixth floor of the Heavenly Astral Stage, his eyesight was still somewhat good. Very quickly, he saw that the difference between the two astral dragons seemed to be even more ancient, stronger, and real, and the blood-colored Astral Qi Rude Dragon that Chen Yu shot out seemed to be even more ancient.
Besides the different color and density of the energy, Ho Zhong could directly feel that the dragon condensed from the energy by Liu Tie was the genuine dragon, while the dragon formed from Jiang Zhu's energy was a flood dragon. In terms of martial skills, was Chen Yu more intelligent?
All of a sudden, Ho Zhong was in disbelief.
Boom! A red and a yellow dragon-shaped astral energy violently collided with each other, seeming to roll and tear at each other. In an instant, the Blood Dragon's head was crushed. However, its size was even larger, and it carried more astral energy. As its body collided with the dragon's body, the Blood Dragon began to dissipate.
Jiang Zhu, who saw this scene, was shocked and in disbelief.
The two Astral Energy Dragons were almost evenly matched as they transformed into astral winds and dispersed.
Chen Yu's expression did not change. Considering the difference in realm between Chen Yu and himself, as well as the difference in strength between the two martial arts, Howling Dragon Fist and Flood Dragon Transformation, the result was not surprising to Chen Yu.
"Very well, let's see if you can withstand the Flood Dragon's Second Transformation!" After Jiang Zhu was shocked, his body trembled and he threw out two punches for the second time.
Two bright yellow aura flood dragons appeared, roaring and entangled as they rotated, roaring towards Chen Yu.
Chen Yu was only punched once again, but this time, he had two Dragon Roaring Sound s in his chest.
Two draconic roars, which were filled with boundless Qi and blood, emerged from the tip of his fists. Two blood colored raging dragons appeared, which swam along with Chen Yu's will and coiled around Chen Yu.
It was still a similar scene.
Seeing Chen Yu punch out two Astral Qi Rude Dragon, Jiang Zhu was stunned again, then suddenly remembered something, a light flashed in his eyes, and said: "This is the Howling Dragon Fist? "You actually know this fist art?"