Chapter 674: Show off your power!
Chapter 675: Show off your power!
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Snow Mountain.
Mahakala...
What Lan Jicai said, Awei passed into Liang Qu's mind in detail, which brought 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, unparalleled power!
Compared with Zhang Shaofan's Rongjin Tyrant Body, Harukhan does not have such a strong diamond defense, and is invulnerable to swords and spears, but has more violent strength and unparalleled speed!
In the previous test, the sawtooth broadsword made Liang Qu's arm numb.
If Zhang Shaofan, Hua Qingdu or any of them came, today's battle would be a loss!
This was the first time he met such a strong peer.
Liang Qu tightened his gun and licked his lips.
After defeating Beiting's number one, he would be the number one in the world under 20, right?
Boom, boom, boom!
The drum surface shook away the dust.
The armored XielΓΌ Lang beat the big zhu, the bright red laces danced wildly, and the notes were as rapid as a heavy rain.
The white ape was stained with a faint golden light.
The retreating Harukhan dragged the big knife, carrying the power of wind and thunder, and stepped on the earth!
Boom!
The white mist was puffed again.
The two who were familiar with each other's strength no longer flew at the first touch. Their fingers touched the poles, and the weapons were tilted at the same time. The strong wind rolled back and rushed into the sky, and they broke through.
The cold light on the blade flowed.
The weapon pole was held tightly, and the backhand chopped again!
Clang!
Swish!
Two crisp sounds.
The tops of the two men exploded at the same time, and the surging power rushed straight to the waist belt and stopped abruptly.
The north wind rolled the long flag.
Everyone spread out their five fingers and held their hats tightly.
The envoys of the small country were glaring and leaning against the back of their chairs.
The center of the venue was at least fifty feet away from the spectator position. Was this really a fight over hunting tigers?
There was no time to care about the panic of others.
Harukhan held the knife with both hands, his muscles bulged like solid rocks, his mountain body carried the power of wind, thunder and blood, pressing the spear blade horizontally, and the jagged blades with interlaced teeth left dark red long marks in the void.
The blade was dazzling.
The giant looked down from a high place, pressing the knife to cut the neck, and the amazing power was continuous like a sea tide.
Liang Qu twisted the spear shaft to the right with both hands, his forearms twisted like steel cables, his tendons bulged, and the wild circle of power was stimulated.
Thunder came out of the mountain.
The powerful air explosion was deafening.
Harukhan stumbled slightly after being thrown by Fubo. Liang Qu did not avoid it at all. He held the middle of the spear with his hand, took advantage of the momentum to turn the blade, and chopped the second spear at the same position, followed by the third spear, the fourth spear, the fifth spear... Every time Harukhan turned a spear, he was shaken once, and the sparks were bitten by the wind of the spear, and they lasted for a long time, until they rolled out a fiery red flame!
Blazing wind cut his face.
The white ape hugged the pillar and smashed it wildly.
Mahakala crossed his red and blue swords and defended with difficulty.
Harukhan was caught off guard, and he was overwhelmed by the imbalance. He took dozens of spears in a row. His arms could no longer hold on, and the blade that blocked his body was suddenly smashed open by the spear, revealing a wide hole!
Opportunity!
The tiger roared loudly.
Fubo jumped out like a fish, and the spear head pierced a green light, like a blue dragon probing its head.
However, to everyone's surprise, before the blue dragon opened its mouth, it bit off a mouthful of flesh and blood.
Harukhan, who had lost his composure, was red all over. He twisted his center of gravity forcefully, without dodging or avoiding, and swung his sword backwards!
Bang!
The spear came out at an angle.
Liang Qu twisted in the air, stepped on Harukhan's calf, and leaped back with the dark red blade sideways.
Fu Bo rotated, the red tassel fluttered, and blood splashed along the blade, splashing a narrow arc on the ground.
Harukhan gasped and looked down, an inch-deep wound.
Wiping off the blood stains flowing from the opening, Harukhan gripped the handle tightly, feeling confused.
Was the opponent prepared?
After a thrilling confrontation, no success was achieved, and voices of regret rose and fell, both for Harukhan and Liang Qu.
Batu gripped the armrest tightly.
The situation was very different from what he had imagined.
Sunar and Helun'e's spines were sweating profusely, and no one knew Harukhan's horror better than them.
A man is stronger than a mountain, and his strength is even greater than that of a mountain!
Liang Qu can fight back and forth with only a spear, and even gain the upper hand. The impact he gives them is no less than that of an orchid mantis on a willow leaf, which can hold up the two fingers of the giant with its sickle and cut them fiercely!
What kind of horse?
A fierce tiger, a fierce tiger with a gnarled body!
Beiting was surprised at Liang Qu's terror and youth.
Why didn't Dashun Mengqiang and others smack their lips at Harukhan's domineering and fierceness?
Previously on the training ground, Liang Qu was able to fight three people at once without losing the upper hand!
If it were someone else, the deep wound would be enough to see the bone, but for Harukhan, it was nothing to mention.
Boom!
The wind whistled.
The flags fluttered without stopping for a moment.
The rapid drumbeats of the broken formation music matched the collision of swords and weapons, and it was as magnificent as a charge of thousands of troops!
Bang bang bang!
The white ape and Mahakala failed in their first strike, so they put all their strength into it, hitting and killing again, hitting and killing again, hitting and killing again!
Hold your toes tight.
Hold your breath.
Your heart is pounding!
The black-red blade light and the black-gold spear light collided, and the afterglow of the sharp blade lingered for a long time.
The sparks of the previous gun had not yet extinguished, and the sparks of the new knife splashed out again.
Mo Wang, the dense sparks bursting out from the collision of the sword and the gun, it really seems that the two people are not waving some magic weapons, but two long and fluttering silks!
Encourage! Encourage!
Charge! Charge!
It's like a divine movement, flying back and forth.
The two armies were in battle, wielding swords and fighting.
All the music is performed by two people.
Great joy!
The clouds are stirring and the pillars of blood are rising into the sky.
Liang Qu and Haruhan completely raised the definition and upper limit of tiger hunting for the first time, telling the world that the first level of tiger hunting can be so strong!
The ink beads connect the dots into a string.
In front of the emperor's pen, Hanlong dances like a snake, and he writes with all his strength.
Black, red and black gold were intertwined and densely woven. Through the flying sparks, Liang Qu saw Haru Khan's red and flaming skin. The sweat flowing violently was mixed with grease, and the hot breath from his mouth and nose turned into thick mist.
The temperature in the imperial city is cold, but it is definitely not so hot that it turns into fog!
The saw blade is powerful and heavy but not messy.
The force of the blows on the gun blade became stronger and stronger each time, even more than Liang Qu himself. The impact made people feel suffocated, gasping for breath, and their strength poured down like water from a mountain.
Just for a moment.
Haruhan's figure suddenly became slimmer, and his muscular torso showed strong lines.
There is no doubt that it is a secret method!
Khan used it!
At first, Liang Qu was not sure whether Haruhan would do it or not, but he always maintained a three-point vigilance, so he was able to withdraw in time.
Naiman Khan used this move, but Yan Dongjun still had to avoid the sharp edge...
boom!
The meat-sawing sword was struck by lightning.
Fu Bo shook violently and almost lost his hand.
Liang Qu was bleeding from the tiger's mouth, panting violently, and his golden eyes were blazing. It was the first time in his life that he encountered such a fierce battle. The scene in front of him gradually merged with the sympathy in the Temple of Heaven. All the things he had learned in the spear skills were broken up and reorganized, and the invisible skills gradually came together. to gunmanship.
Every shot is different, every blow is different, but it becomes more and more powerful and terrifying!
Batu was slightly moved: "He is making progress...how could..."
The blood sea is frenzied, and the reef is independent.
Two dragons compete for pearls, and the tiger competes for food!
The feeling of the gun in his hand became more and more familiar, and the emotions in his heart became more and more exciting.
Until a certain moment, the gun tassels are flying, and happiness reaches the soul.
The warm sunshine in the sky turned into endless frost and snow, and the figures of Haru Khan and Khan overlapped seamlessly.
It's like water from a mountain spring rushing into a deep pool, splashing clear water.
Liang Qu moved suddenly, swinging the blade of the gun away. The bloody tiger's mouth and forearm were broken and injured, and he withdrew from Fubo.
The forearm supports the gun shaft and the thumb is depressed.
The jet-black gun blade melted into a stream of light that filled the sky, creating ripples in the void one after another.
Layers of ripples surged into waves, completely engulfing Haruhan, just like the blooming golden chrysanthemum wrapping flesh and blood, hundreds of stamens pulling off the slender flesh, and the big black golden chrysanthemum dyed blood red!
Batu broke the armrest.
Mr. Mo raised his eyes slightly.
"Xueju, Yan Dongjun's shooting skills..."
Wow!
The spear recovered sharply.
The blood flowers blooming in countless pupils withered and faded.
Haru Khan could not avoid it and became a bloody man.
The swirling steam collapsed.
The terrifying openings were neither deep nor shallow, and were filled with blood, as if scarlet eyes were opening on the flesh.
Severe pain hit his whole body, forcing Haruhan to retreat from the secret state!
Woo~
The three-foot-high horns are high.
The drum music is surging and exciting.
The confrontation between the two armies reached its climax.
Thousands of horses hoofed and clattered together, and the flags covered the sky and the sun.
Kill the general! Kill the general!
Capture the flag! Capture the flag!
Taking advantage of the victory, Liang Qu went up again with his gun drawn. The white mist flowed from the fairy island and the waterfall surged.
Bang!
Avoid the blade.
White mist exploded beneath my feet.
Liang Qu climbed to the sky against the wind, stepped on the foggy steps and flipped up, higher than Haru Khan, twisted around and struck with his spear.
Wow!
Carrying a knife and a gun.
The blood in the wound was shaken and washed down like a stream.
A feeling of powerless weakness surged throughout his body.
Haruhan's legs weakened and he fell to his knees.
Lord Mahakala was also beaten to a weak point.
Haruhan brandished his sword and wanted to pursue him, but the white mist surged again. Liang Qu borrowed his strength from the air and jumped to the back like a martial sage. He thrust out a green light. The sword in his hand had no choice but to change his attack and defend himself.
The galloping cavalry brandished their sabers.
The defeated skirmishers abandoned their helmets and armor.
The ants are defeated and the rats are horrified!
"Well done!"
Meng Qiang was so happy that he put his hands around the necks of Zhang Shaofan and Hua Qingdu and slapped them hard.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Haru Khan is dying!
Liang Qu also thought so.
But at this moment, a strong sense of crisis hit my heart!
Haruhan swung the gun blade, wiped the blade with his hand, and it was covered with blood. The dark pupils disappeared without a trace, which was strange and dangerous.
Does Barbarian have any backup plan?
Meng forced himself to stop laughing.
The envoy held his breath.
Liang Qu looked around, suddenly realized the source of danger, and suddenly raised his head.
Mahakala, who was originally weak and fading, did not know when to regain his stability. His closed eyes trembled slightly, and then they were slightly raised, revealing a strange pure white.
Lord Mahakala is about to open his eyes!
The pores all over his body felt like they were pricked by needles, numb and squirming, as if his own pupils were about to grow and tear open.
So itchy!
What the hell?
Is this really true?
The alarm bell sounded loudly in Liangqu.
Everyone leaned back together.
Such power...
Itβs not good, itβs going to be bad!
Mr. Mo freed his hands from his sleeves.
However, when several masters were preparing to come to the rescue, there was an even more powerful aura rising majestically, like water filling the throat and filling the lungs, and like the scorching sun across the sky, burning the skin and flesh!
Everyone's eyes turned from Haruhan back to Liang Qu, and then they only saw the white ape hanging on the pillar.
Wow~
Heaven and earth were silent.
The tide rose.
The spear blade swept across 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 persisted for half a breath, but still could not resist. The black spots withered and mottled.
The spear blade swept across, and the lines broke, as if the rebounding tendons contracted and trembled, causing all the thin lines to jump and twist together.
Bang!
Mahakala exploded into pieces.
The half-open and half-closed pupils disappeared without a trace.
The universe was empty!
Swish!
Batu appeared, blocking in front of Harukhan, grabbing Yuyun with his bare hands and crushing it into powder.
Boom!
Harukhan fell on his back.
A breeze blew on his face.
The drums and music stopped.
Liang Qu retreated three steps, smashed the spear to support the ground.
The turbid water droplets splashed into small flowers.
The XielΓΌlang who was beating the drums was sweating profusely.
The Holy Emperor, Mr. Mo, and all the nobles in the court were watching.
Batu glanced at Liang Qu meaningfully, then turned and bowed to the Holy Emperor.
"We admit defeat!"
