Chapter 112 Beast Transformation
"I won't lose..."
"Never will!"
Li Wen's face was ferocious, his eyes were about to burst.
The low growl in the mouth, starting here, responding there, suppressed the sound of rumbling rain, as if sinking into the bottom of a deep valley.
A gloomy and angry look floated on Li Wen's face; his heart seemed to be boiling in a pot of water above a raging fire.
The black dragon roared behind him, and immediately rushed into Li Wen's body, and the two merged into one.
Li Wen looked up to the sky and screamed, Mo Jiao's head phantom appeared on his face.
At this time, the astonishment on Li Wen's face disappeared, and the ripples in his heart all disappeared. With a single step, his fists swung, amidst the scent of wine.
Head on.
The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn, colliding strongly.
The moment the long knife protruded out, Chen Yuyan's whole body was ignited with internal force like fire, emitting billowing heat waves and light.
Blazing Yang internal force!
Ding-
Swords and fists strike, and then, there is the sound of metal and iron as fine as rain hitting plantains.
The autumn water knife clangs and flies, the light of the knife is like a broken silver bottle, and the raindrops hit the knife body that is as clear as a mirror.
The autumn mood turned over, and instantly twisted the shadow of Li Wen's fist into pieces all over the sky.
The shadow of the fist dissipated in the air, and Chen Yuyan's face remained calm.
Seeing that Chen Yuyan dismissed his offensive so lightly, Li Wen didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.
The inner qi urges the room, and the figure swims.
Fist blasted again!
The brilliant black light shattered the airflow, and the brightness increased wildly in an instant, splitting a huge gap in the rain curtain.
And what appeared in the giant gap...
It is a mellow wine aroma that makes people involuntarily and want to indulge in it!
Hate that I don't have wine, let me get drunk!
At this moment, the aroma of wine and the meaning of ink are completely integrated into one, regardless of each other.
Li Wen could feel that at this moment, his comprehension of Da Luo Drunken Fist had reached a higher level, breaking through the shackles that had imprisoned him for more than half a year.
At this moment, Li Wen's confidence increased greatly, and even the strength of his punches increased by three points.
Among the sky-filled rain curtain, three vigorous and dragon-like figures shuttled back and forth in the downpour, jumping high and falling down, swift as the wind, dazzled by others.
But once in a while, he would shake heavily, and when he was struggling, his figure would turn and sway, fluttering like a fairy.
Chen Yuyan fought against Li Wen with a Qiushui knife, and it was hard to distinguish.
Suddenly split up, the situation changed again, Jiang Wenyu danced his sword into a circle, and in a blink of an eye drew more than a dozen horizontal or vertical circles of varying sizes.
The sword light hesitated, completely abandoned the defense, and attacked Chen Yuyan with all his strength.
The two martial arts heroes on the Qingyun list, without any communication, one after the other, they were very tacit and at the same time urged their strongest moves, intending to completely defeat Chen Yuyan.
When Chen Yuyan saw this, his body leaped out, as agile as a fish swimming in the water, and as swift as lightning in the sky, and he rushed towards Li Wen like this.
The direction of the long knife is either elegant and majestic, or murderous and introverted, or strange, or majestic, or sharp, dangerous and violent.
But he seems to be ignoring the back.
At this moment, the long knife pierced his back, and Jiang Wenyu's Baihong knife pierced Chen Yuyan's muscles and bones, and blood immediately flowed out like a spring.
The feature "Unyielding" is activated!
Li Wen, who was in a stalemate with Chen Yuyan in front of him, showed joy when he saw this, but he never thought that the long knife that Chen Yuyan swung down at the next moment would completely suppress him.
This knife is very ordinary, with no attached internal force, and no weird angle.
It was such an unremarkable knife, but it forced Li Wen into a dilemma, and he was sweating profusely from being almost killed.
The various boxing techniques he has mastered can't be deployed at all, and every time he wants to unleash a killer move, he is forced to retreat.
Chen Yuyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a sudden sound of wind, Qiu Shui Dao, like a flying leopard's tail, slammed on Li Wen's arm fiercely.
click—
Even Jiang Wenyu, who was half a foot away from the two of them, could clearly hear the cracking of the ulna and radius bones.
After confirming that Li Wen had passed out, Chen Yuyan turned around, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and looked up at Jiang Wenyu.
The dark clouds and raging waves rolled over the head, roaring and galloping.
The torrential rain beat the ground, and the rain flew and the water splashed, making it confusing.
The young man is wearing a narrow brocade robe with black cloud patterns, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, extremely handsome facial features, and the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked.
His smile is not a smile, but his eyes are very indifferent.
The line of the neck smoothly extended to the collar of the brocade robe, and the sharp Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Did it hurt just now?"
Seeing the hostility on Chen Yuyan's handsome face, Jiang Wenyu suddenly felt palpitations for some reason.
But the next moment, she was re-dominated by the fighting spirit ignited by the characteristic "White Tiger Sha".
"Happy, very happy!"
"Come on, go on!"
Jiang Wenyu slashed down with a knife, but before the blade reached, the strong wind had already blown in.
Chen Yuyan's face was indifferent, and he drew out the Qiushui knife and slashed straight down, drawing a black awn, piercing the air with incredible force, and the soil on the ground rolled up to both sides, forming a deep ditch.
An overwhelming sword movement slashed down from the top of Jiang Wenyu's head.
Sword Intent · Infernal Hell!
The ink-colored shadow of the knife seemed to cover the sky and the earth, and the ghosts and gods of the underworld came behind Jiang Wenyu, looking down at the ants in front of him condescendingly.
Hulong—
Amidst the crackling sound, the ground shattered, and countless rocks flew up, facing Qiushui Dao who was spinning, and were cut apart without exception.
A muffled groan sounded, blood splashed, and Jiang Wenyu's body immediately stepped back.
I saw a knife mark in front of her body, cutting obliquely from the abdomen to the chest, the clothes were torn, blood flowed horizontally, and the wound was shocking.
She raised her head and looked at Chen Yuyan in disbelief.
"How could your strength be so powerful!"
Responding to Jiang Wenyu was a clear dragon roar, and a black sword light that seemed to be trying to sweep the world.
…
The mountains are ups and downs in the storm, rushing and churning, just like the sea roaring in a hurricane.
In the boundless rain, two figures criss-crossed.
At this time, Jiang Wenyu was quite different from his previous appearance. His black hair was draped over his shoulders like a waterfall, bright and smooth, his eyebrows were sculpted like a crescent moon, his bright eyes shone like stars, and his pupils became vertical pupils. With a crazy fighting spirit, but also with a luster as clear as water.
What is even more amazing is that two furry ears grew on the top of her head, and the soles of her feet became thick and soft pads, which made her walk very quietly. There are sharp hooks at the end of her toes, which can be stretched and contracted at will.
The snow-white tiger tail, which was half a foot long behind him, swayed back and forth in mid-air, deftly avoiding most of the raindrops.
"Is this 'beastization'?"
Chen Yuyan looked at Jiang Wenyu in front of her, and whispered to herself.
After being cornered by Chen Yuyan, Jiang Wenyu's body suddenly curled up into a ball, and he became like this in an instant.
The Baihong knife in his hand was also lost, replaced by sharp claws on both hands.
Speed, strength, and even defense, endurance, and explosive power have all been improved in an all-round way.
"It's a pity that I lost my mind, no different from a beast..."
Chen Yuyan said lightly, without conscious control, no matter how powerful the power is, it will be false.
Zheng—
Chen Yuyan came to kill again, and only one knife fell, but it was like meteor raindrops falling from the sky. They were all fierce sword moves, connected with each other, layer upon layer, like tides and waves, sweeping through the air.
He deliberately exposed the opening of his throat, just waiting for Jiang Wenyu, who only had the instinct of a beast, to take the bait.
Sure enough, Jiang Wenyu stretched out his sharp claws, intending to tear Chen Yuyan's throat.
Chen Yuyan's eyes were cold, and his inner strength erupted like a raging wave. With the dazzling light, it bombarded Jiang Wenyu's soft belly heavily.
The timing of this blow was extremely precise, it happened to be the gap between Jiang Wenyu's exhaustion of his old strength and his new strength, and he used his own strength to attack the weakest enemy, and with one blow, he knocked that slender and beautiful figure upside down. Hearing a mournful moan, the delicate and soft figure hit the ground heavily, and passed out completely.
Thunder falls on thousands of peaks, and rain comes on thousands of peaks.
In the boundless rain, Chen Yuyan stood tall, with the knife sheathed.
His brows and eyes are as clear as before, and his dark eyes are mottled by the rain, staring at the direction of the sky.
"The sixty-second game, win."
Chen Yuyan said so.
(end of this chapter)