bullyxtreme Chapter 264 Martial God Sword Technique, God!
Chapter 264 Martial God Sword Technique, God!
Chapter 264 Martial God Sword Technique, God!
Constantine has already waved his claws, because he is not as fast as the boy, so he always needs to make some predictions, but this time he seems to have made a mistake in his predictions.
The young man jumped up, his black hair, which had become longer under the violent blood, was blown wildly by the strong wind, and the claws of death almost slashed against his scalp, as if dancing on the blade.
The black knife light flickered, and Constantine's right forearm broke from the middle. Constantine's shocked eyes flashed across the boy's figure, and the opponent was now level with his dragon's head. In the short gap of time, he I saw the boy's expression now.
The teenager was laughing, with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile.
He is enjoying this kind of battle that dances with death!
It was too late to be shocked, the boy stretched his arms, and the black giant blade passed over his upper body, it was about to come, it was a top-to-bottom left slash!
Constantine suppressed the panic in his heart. His recovery power was very strong, and it was not a fatal mistake just now. When he realized that his first attack failed, the dragon tail like a magic whip was already carrying the aura of death. The wind hits.
The young man's single-handed sword did increase his attack power, but he couldn't use the sword to defend one side while slashing himself with the other hand.
He has already thought about the next battle process. He wants to knock the boy from the bottom up. This height is only more than a hundred meters away from the dome. After the opponent is hit to the dome, he pauses for an instant, and he can keep up. Launch continuous attacks, forcing the boy to confront himself head-on!
But in the next moment, a sense of absurdity emerged in Constantine's heart. The human teenager in front of him actually let go of his left hand and stretched it downward the moment before he drew the knife. The posture, according to this angle, the boy should be cut off by his dragon tail!
The sound of bones breaking and the sound of scales being pierced sounded almost simultaneously. At this moment, even the Flame King, who was already familiar with fighting, was horrified by the youth's madness.
He grabbed the bone spur on the dragon's tail with his hand!
Under the powerful force, the bones of the young man's left arm were shattered, the scales were broken, and the bone spurs cut through the upper end of the bent arm, leaving a piece of flesh and blood, but the hand was so tightly grasped, it was like an evil The wolf bites the throat of its prey!
The dragon's tail swung upwards, but the boy was not knocked into the air, but by the inertia of the swing, his right arm swelled like never before, and the black giant blade drew a graceful arc in the air, and with fierce murderous intent, he slashed towards Kang. Standing's neck.
At the last moment, Constantine reacted, regardless of the damage to the bones and muscles, he forcibly reversed the course of the dragon's tail, but the knife still hit the target, and the dragon's blood soared into the sky. Under the strong pressure of the carotid artery, the crimson The liquid splashed on the dome.
This knife almost cut off his head directly!
Even if he reacted and threw the boy away, he was still cut in half. This kind of injury will accelerate the loss of his physical strength. Such a serious wound needs at least 1 minute to fully heal!
The dragon tail retracted its hem, and Lu Chen let go of his hand, and stepped on the ground again with the downward acceleration.
He moved his injured left arm slightly, and once again rushed towards Constantine single-handedly with his right hand.
With an injury of this level, under the condition that both bloodlines of his blood burst three times, it would take less than half a minute to fully recover, so he earned it.
Huge dragon shadows and tiny black shadows flickered in the air, and people with insufficient dynamic vision could only see the raging wind, the sparks that exploded on the dragon scales, and the blood flying in the air.
Because the Rhine was in a high temperature state just now, the whole palace was enough to steam an ordinary person. In the bright yellow flames was the red-gold blood mist.
The boy and Constantine stepped on the ground, the wall, and the dome, and the sound that erupted was like thousands of big bells ringing continuously, mixed with the golden and iron sound of the handing over of sharp claws and keels and dragon-slaying soldiers.
"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-"
Constantine's huge dragon heart beat like thunder, and the frequency was constantly rising, as if he was forcing himself to gradually increase his output.
He couldn't keep up, couldn't keep up with the blade of death.
He inherited Samson's combat experience and became a qualified fighter, but in such a high-frequency battle, he began to overload and hesitate.
The young man's moves and strength did not conform to the "experience" he had inherited from Samson at all. It was a completely reckless way of fighting, exchanging injury for injury, blood for blood!
His sharp claws slashed across the boy's waist, bringing up small pieces of flesh and flying black scales, but the boy turned around and slashed obliquely as if he couldn't feel the pain, leaving a long knife mark on his chest , dragon blood surged out.
The pain and blood further aroused Constantine's fierceness, His angry roar, and the sonic boom of the dragon's roar resounded through the Bronze City.
It was the first time for him to step on the battlefield, but he encountered a crazy God of War that was rarely seen in the age of mythology. No matter what tactics he used, whether to strike late or attack first, the young man could always counter his attacks in ways he had never thought of.
Lu Chen tilted his head slightly again. The bone spur at the end of the dragon's tail cut through the black scales on his face, revealing red gold threads. There was a slightly ferocious smile on his face on the black armor. He was very happy!
Leave everything behind, just enjoy this pure battle moment, only enjoy this peak duel with the monarch!
Constantine misunderstood Lu Chen. He was not born with more combat experience than Samson. He just entered a state of selfless combat. After letting go of the hesitation and scruples in his heart, he only had Constantine in his eyes.
So the opponent's every move seemed to become clearly visible. He figured out Constantine's fighting style and habits, and now he also understood that this was not Constantine's original form.
He didn't see the second-generation species that the Chen family said, and Constantine's rapidly condensed dragon body also had an explanation. He inherited the dragon body of that second-generation species, and at the same time inherited the opponent's combat experience.
Rather than saying that he is fighting Constantine now, it is better to say that he is fighting against the soul of that unknown next-generation warrior. After all, Constantine has just mastered it, so he only has the shape but no meaning, and the fighting mode is still in the mold .
Constantine has basically reached the bottleneck in the battle, while the selfless Lu Chen has just entered the state. Facing a stronger enemy, he feels his blood is boiling with excitement.
In this case, in the face of every attack by Constantine, his innate intuition will allow him to make the best choice.
He's bleeding, he's hurting, he's... dancing!
In the distance, Erika watched this scene, clenched her little hands tightly, and bit her red lips lightly. She felt a little distressed, but for some reason, she felt happy for Godzilla again. She could feel that Godzilla enjoyed this battle very much.
There is a kind of person who is born to go to the battlefield, he seems to be born for fighting!
Chu Zihang was also secretly startled when he saw Lu Chen walking in the three-dimensional space around Constantine.
He thought that after accepting Brother Lu's help and embarking on the road of becoming a god, he is now a top powerhouse among the mixed races.
In order to be able to fight side by side with Brother Lu, he has been refining his bloodline day and night, but looking at the battle in front of him, he suddenly felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see Brother Lu... back view.
Brother Lu's combat literacy has completely exceeded human cognition. I have read all the ancient books, but from the history of mankind, can I really find someone who can compare with Brother Lu in terms of combat talent?
Some of the techniques that brother Lu is using now, no, they are not techniques at all, because there is no martial arts school that makes people fight for the purpose of exchanging injuries, it is like an invisible balance, called intuition After the referee weighed in, Brother Lu made the best choice and used moves that normal thinking could never have imagined.
Chu Zihang had no doubts that even if Brother Lu's physical fitness was as good as his pre-evolutionary self, he could still fight three generations without a dragon body.
Dragons are natural fighters, but Brother Lu is far more like Dragons than Dragons in combat. He used facts to explain the cruel truth that has not changed for thousands of years...Talent always comes before hard work.
What's more, brother Lu has always worked hard, and he never stops chasing the pace of becoming stronger.
The behemoth present in the field is the first generation of the secret party to look up to, a fire-type monarch with power, but at this time, in front of Brother Lu who has no distractions and devotes himself to the battle, it is like a butcher who is gradually dismembered cow.
He roared out a battle cry, declaring his majesty and fearlessness, but the regicide blade still cut a huge wound on his body.
He swung his clawless dragon arm angrily, but the result was that the dragon arm became shorter again.
His dragon tail carried the wind and swept down with the aura of breaking mountains and breaking mountains, but it was always missing. The next moment the boy's hair was flying, the end of the dragon tail flew into the air.
The majestic flames rose, and the path was split by the strong wind brought by the black giant blade. He blocked the blade with the only remaining intact front paw.
Constantine's huge dragon eyes and the boy's red-gold pupils looked at each other, and finally a trace of fear emerged.
He is being dismembered gradually!
And less than a minute and a half had passed since the boy fought against him again.
He actually... can't stand it anymore!
He finally understood how his brother felt when he was finally fighting this human being.
This is the biggest monster that shouldn't exist in this world!
This monster embarked on the road of slaying dragons, absorbing the nutrients of the monarchs to grow, and what he will become in the end, just thinking about it makes the dragon frightened.
"I want to know the name of the person who is fighting me."
The boy's voice was cold and indifferent, not at all like his bloodthirsty and crazy expression when he was fighting.
The uncontrollable rage in Constantine's heart, this monster dared to speak in the middle of the battle, and made such a distracting behavior, he was so underestimated!
He roared and used the keel growing out of his forearm, and slashed at the young man, but the other party easily dodged it. He was a little stunned. It wasn't that the young man became faster, but that he...was weaker?
But he still has time, as long as he survives the last half minute, the final winner is still himself.
Thinking of this, he once again ignited a high fighting spirit.
I want to be a dragon clan that makes my brother proud, and I can't live up to Samson's loyalty.
No, Constantine!
Abandon those cowardly thoughts, decide the winner in this last time, not to survive, but to kill this monster!
After another confrontation, the two sides opened the distance due to the reaction force. Constantine looked at the young man in front of him firmly, and let out a shocking battle cry, causing layers of air waves.
Lu Chen looked at Constantine who was already "distressed", met his proud and fighting eyes, and grinned: "Needless to say."
The one fighting me is Constantine.
The pair of dragon wings covering the sky fluttered, and the flames in the bedroom bent down one after another. Many red bronze walls still shimmered, illuminating this unprecedented battle. This is the epic of the mixed race and the first generation of dragons. war.
An ear-piercing sonic boom sounded, and a pitch-black phantom struck from the east, pulling out a long red-gold mist of blood.
Galloping from the west is the giant dragon shadow, bringing the ultimate storm.
Constantine turned sideways, and by inertia, he swiped at the young man with his most powerful dragon tail, which was still intact all over his body.
Lu Chen suddenly mopped the ground with a single sword, lowered his figure, and passed the dragon's tail almost close to the ground. When he got up, his left and right hands, which had recovered, held the king together, and moved forward in inertia. The black knife The light flickered, and Constantine's hind leg snapped off.
Amid Constantine's roar, he cut off a huge dragon wing by the roots while taking off, bathed in dragon blood, walked towards the sky, turned his body on the dome, and gained a point of leverage again.
And the huge dragon body below finally lost its balance and collapsed downward.
At the moment of life and death, Constantine instinctively made a judgment, waved the other dragon wing, and turned his body sideways under the force. He must at least be able to see his opponent clearly before he can use the dragon with his broken right forearm. The claw blocks the opponent's attack.
Lu Chen stepped on the dome with both feet, his legs were deeply bent, his gnarled muscles shattered his armor, and red-gold blood mist spewed out from every corner of his body. His state had reached its limit and there was no time left.
The next moment, the bronze wall of the dome suddenly torn apart and dented inward. The blast of air brought by the shock wave pushed away the flying copper shavings in the air. The figure of the young man pierced the earth like a sword of judgment hanging from the sky.
The torrent of flames rose, and it took at least a second of singing for Rhine to release. Constantine didn't expect Junyan to burn the young man, but it could cover his sight and give him an extra chance to resist the attack.
He could see that the young man had reached his limit, and after this pose, the other party would enter a weak state.
Facing the flames, Lu Chen should have crossed the broad blade to disperse them with a strong wind, but he did not turn the blade in a consonant manner.
The sword technique that he had deduced and practiced countless times in his previous life came to mind at this moment, and he felt that he could use that knife, a knife that would never be theoretically possible in his previous life.
At this moment, his heart was beating more than five hundred times per minute!
The knotted muscles of both arms poured the strength of the whole body into the hilt of the knife, and the king-slaying living creature roared in pain and excitement.
As if it had come naturally, the savage blade of the regicide fell off, and the extremely long blade brought a faster linear speed, and no one could clearly see the trajectory of the blade.
It was a knife honed day after day, year after year, regardless of the doubts of other secret blood warriors.
It is the ultimate sharpness, the ultimate domineering, and it is the brainchild of a young man in the realm of martial arts.
The combination of meaning and form is clearly a top-down knife, but it has the aura of opening the sky, as if you can see the mad dragon killing the sky, and the sun and the moon are dimmed.
The torrent of raging flames dispersed, as if paying respects to the boy's Juedian knife. Before the blade reached, long bloodstains appeared on Constantine's dragon body, and even the atmosphere was cut open by the knife, bringing Come with a sharp will.
The dragon claws of Kingslayer and Constantine crossed each other, the phantom of the chilong suddenly expanded dozens of times, and the shadow of a black dragon hundreds of meters long descended from the sky. monarch.
The roar of the dragon that far surpassed Constantine resounded, like a dragon king who has truly merged into one, with extreme majesty and brutal bloodthirsty.
boom--
The boy's figure was staggered from Constantine's and fell to the ground, the bronze cracked and sank inch by inch.
The phantom of the black dragon gradually disappeared, and Constantine behind him burst out a spring of blood tens of meters long from the dragon's neck to the back half of the dragon's body. The scarlet rain fell, gurgling and flowing on the young man's pitch-black mask.
"call--"
Lu Chen exhaled a mouthful of scorching miscellaneous air.
After ten years of sharpening the sword, the Martial God's sword technique——Heavenly Sorrow!
Write a few hundred more words, don't dare to get stuck, and ask for a ticket on the last day.
(End of this chapter)