236. Chapter 234 What is this move called?
Chapter 234 What is this move called?
Only two silhouettes were seen walking towards the entrance of the martial arts dojo.
The leader was a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair and eyes, handsome posture, and a faint air of superiority flowing between his hands and feet.
“Is this the lord you were talking about?”
The middle-aged man surnamed Liao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked towards the Traveling Falcon.
However, the Traveling Falcon ignored him and only bowed his head to greet the visitor with a respectful salute.
The middle-aged man surnamed Liao’s pupils contracted slightly when he noticed the person following behind the young man, the Red Bear mark imprinted on his left chest.
Before he came, he had thought that the person who had approached him from the Yellow Bear’s side was probably a Red Bear level character, and outside of Xia Bang, the Yellow Bear’s high-ranking characters that he could come into contact with were pretty much at the Red Bear level.
But looking at this situation now, he was afraid that it wasn’t the son of a certain big shot above the Red Bear level who had come to find himself to learn how to shoot.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man surnamed Liao’s heart instead slightly relaxed.
Being young also meant that it was easy to fool around, it looked like his lessons on this trip would be much easier than he had expected.
The young man quickly walked up to the middle-aged man surnamed Liao, looking mild-tempered, and even smiled politely at him.
The middle-aged man surnamed Liao slightly reservedly cupped his fists and returned the greeting.
“Mr. Liao Yu Liao is the president of the Southeast Gunplay Association, as well as the vice president of the Summer Gunplay General Association and the vice president of the Summer Cold Weapon Fighting Association .
An ancient stream martial arts expert who uses his gun into his true intent, a true gun arts expert.”
The Tour Falcon came up and quickly introduced the identity of the middle-aged man surnamed Liao to Lu Yuan.
The latter smiled at the words and did not say anything, but a few moments of arrogance unconsciously surfaced between his brows.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Lu Yuan smiled and nodded his head at the middle-aged man surnamed Liao, before asking the red bear stout man at his side in a low voice, “What conditions did you invite?”
The Red Bear Strongman quickly replied back, “This Liao Yu’s youngest son wants to compete for a position in the East this year, but his advantage is not obvious among the several candidates, so I promised to say hello to the East side for him.”
“Oh.”
Lu Yuan nodded and didn’t say anything, but raised his eyes to look up and down at this Liao Yu person.
Liao Yu from the appearance is probably also in his early forties, the actual age may be a bit older, after all, the fighter’s body is strong, qi and blood is abundant, the body aging is far slower than ordinary people.
In his hands, he held a lead gray body, silver white head of the cold weapon lance, the whole person vaguely have and the lance into one feeling, quite uncommon.
It was the first time Lu Yuan had seen this kind of fighter who specialized in cold weapon martial arts.
Whether it was official or private, there were very few cold weapon fighting competitions, so martial artists specializing in cold weaponry were considered a niche group even in the Ancient Stream martial arts world.
After all, now is the rule of law society, and artillery mecha rampant, practicing fists and feet can still fight to make a name for themselves.
Practicing cold weapons is really a bit useless.
It is difficult for someone to hold on, and even have entered the realm of true meaning.
“What kind of marksmanship did Mr. Liao learn? What school is inherited?”
Lu Yuan opened his mouth to inquire.
Liao Yu faintly said, “There is no school, just a family tradition. The name of the spear is Blood Battle, a total of 132 styles and a thousand variations.”
“Blood Battle? Sounds like a spear technique honed from the battlefield.”
“Liao Mou’s ancestors have produced generals.”
“Terrific.”
Lu Yuan nodded, ending the simple pleasantries, and said to Liao Yu, “Mr. Liao can start now, I’ll first learn Mr. Liao’s Blood Battle Marksmanship.”
Liao Yu looked stunned, then saw that the Peregrine Falcon and the Red Bear Strong Man beside Lu Yuan both took a few steps back.
Liao Yu frowned slightly and said, “It’s better for someone else to come, swordsmen have no eyes.”
“Never mind.”
Lu Yuan interrupted Liao Yu and shook his head, “Mr. Liao feel free to cast, here, there is no injury caused by cold weapons that cannot be saved.”
Liao Yu’s eyes flickered and said, “Then I’ll change my gun.”
“No need.”
Lu Yuan returned indifferently.
Liao Yu’s face turned sullen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint aura was condensing on his body.
Suddenly, he laughed softly, and the lance in his hand leaped out like a swimming dragon, and the extremely sharp edge pushed Lu Yuan’s face straight to the door.
“Buzz–“
Lu Yuan stood in place with a calm face, no half fluctuation on his face.
A silver-white tip of the spear silently hovered less than an inch away from his brow, trembling madly at a super high frequency.
The two men, the Red Bear Strong Man and the Traveling Falcon, frowned as they watched from the sidelines and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but they were stopped by Lu Yuan raising his hand.
“Mr. Liao, can we officially start now?”
At this time, Liao Yu was also looking quite a bit more positive.
His test shot, regardless of LU Yuan’s strength, at least this Taishan collapsed in front of the unchanged mentality, has far exceeded the vast majority of highly skilled fighters.
It’s worth his time.
“Then you have to be . Be careful.”
Liao Yu spoke softly, and when he said the last word, the end of his voice suddenly lengthened.
And then his body twisted, and the long spear hanging in front of Lu Yuan quickly retracted, followed by another violent thrust out at a speed faster than before.
“Duk–“
A dull, muffled sound as if poking a thick wooden board rang out.
Lu Yuan slightly lowered his head and watched as the lance in Liao Yu’s hand stabbed at the location below his left sternum, the tip of the lance was deadlocked by the 22-point physique and the powerful physique quenched by the various horizontal martial arts, and could not advance an inch.
“Uh.”
Liao Yu froze, a trace of bewilderment flashing through his eyes.
Although he didn’t use his full strength in that one shot just now, the force of the gun out was also several tons, coupled with the super-alloy crafted head of this long gun in his hand.
Even if it was a solid concrete pier made of high-strength concrete, it could have been poked through and rotted.
As a result, it didn’t even pierce Lu Yuan’s skin membrane.
Are you kidding me?
“Xinwu?”
Liao Yu quickly reacted.
Lu Yuan didn’t answer and just smiled slightly.
Liao Yu, however, completely sank his heart.
No wonder the person in front of him was young and dared to test his gun, so it turned out that he had transplanted a defense class new martial arts.
Then there was indeed little need for him to keep his hand.
Thinking of this, a cold aura flashed in Liao Yu’s eyes, the long spear in his hand danced, and there was a dense white light of strength blossoming on both his arms and the long spear.
In an instant, his hands shook and he inwardly rushed Lu Yuan to stab out an unknown hundreds or thousands of shots.
The long spear tore through the air, emitting dense and sharp low whistling sounds, manifesting heavy gun shadows that poured out like a raging storm.
Lu Yuan did not dodge, still standing in place.
He watched his upper body of ordinary material clothes under Liao Yu’s gunplay like snowflake fragments have bloomed, broken.
The muscles underneath were revealed to have nearly perfect contours.
A large number of densely-packed red dots continued to appear on his chest, then quickly disappeared and reappeared again!
At first, Lu Yuan felt no pain and itch, but later he gradually felt a tingling sensation.
A certain moment.
“Puh-“
The skin of a certain location that had been poked dozens or even hundreds of times by the tip of the lance ruptured, and a drop of blood oozed out.
“Cold weapons really do have their strengths, such ordinary power and sparse strength can even injure me. If it was fists and feet, it would be impossible”
Lu Yuan blinked his eyes before taking a light breath.
In a blink of an eye, his body slightly expanded, and nine lines of blood snaked out from his chest, twisting into the shape of a dragon.
Golden Martial God Strength rushed out, and in less than half a breath, his entire body was dyed in a brilliant golden color.
In the next second, the sound of Liao Yu poking Lu Yuan in the middle after he shot his gun immediately became-
“Ding ding ding ding.”
It was like the sound of a bullet hitting a metal steel plate and being bounced off.
Liao Yu, who was in the process of discharging his gun, shook his hands, even the speed of his gun slowed down by one point, and a strong look of shock and disbelief instantly appeared on his face.
The voice was also distorted in a high pitched manner.
“Big Dipper Hegemony. Maitreya’s Golden Clothes.”
“You are . Pure Martial?!”
Lu Yuan had already seen the experience value of several horizontal martial arts such as lv3 [Maitreya Golden Clothes], lv2 [Big Dipper’s Bastardy] and lv2 [Surrounding Robe Kung Fu] on the [Fighter] panel at this moment rapidly increasing.
His eyes glistened with an unexpected joy.
So he took a step forward and directly rushed Liao Yu’s gun momentum to actively meet it.
“Mr. Liao’s gun law makes good ah, but unfortunately it’s just that the force is soft, almost interesting .”
Liao Yu recovered from the brief shock and disorientation, hearing Lu Yuan’s words, he clenched his teeth, and the light of his body’s strength intensified a few more points.
He fiercely let out a low cry, “Blood Battle Thousand Armies!”
“Boom!”
If Liao Yu’s previous spear technique was a raging wind and rain, then now, it was a shocking wave!
The sound of the lance piercing through the air was almost the only thing that could be heard in the large martial arts hall.
The dense shadow of the spear in front of Liao Yu’s body seemed to turn into a raging black tide, directly engulfing half of Lu Yuan’s body into it, with only the occasional emergence of a golden light and the incessant clanking sound all the time proving Lu Yuan’s existence.
Under Liao Yu’s clothes, his arms were gnarled with muscles and veins, his face and back were sweating like rain, and his face was somewhat hideous.
At this moment, he had already forgotten that this was just a simple gun test and duel, and there was almost only one thought left in his mind – to pierce his defense! Pierce his defense!
“Ding!”
An extremely crisp sound rang out, the roiling gun shadows disappeared, and the continuous clanking sound vanished.
Liao Yu’s movement with the gun lurched, and after a moment of dismay, a light of joy and hope gradually surfaced on his face.
Break… Broken defense?
However, the next second.
His expression froze.
Only to see the naked body, the whole body covered with a light golden light, nine blood lines wrapped around the chest, around the body can not see half a bit of injury Lu Yuan raised his right hand, his right hand index finger and middle finger together, gently clamped the tip of his spear, full of disappointment shook his head and sighed: “Mr. Liao’s marksmanship does not look like battlefield killings to hone out, look more like in the theater to perform.
Is Mr. Liao here to play around?”
“Uh.”
Liao Yu’s expression was stagnant for a few seconds.
In the next instant, a great wave of humiliation and anger temped up from his face.
“Shut up!”
Liao Yu almost roared out this cry.
Lu Yuan quietly let go of his hand, letting Liao Yu retrieve his lance, his eyes clearing and surfacing with a few hints of hidden anticipation.
Just now, Liao Yu’s stormy and furious poke had caused the experience value of several of his horizontal martial arts to directly skyrocket by anywhere from tens to hundreds of experience points.
Regardless of anything else, just this role of assisting in cultivation, Liao Yu this person is worth staying.
And he deliberately ridiculed with his words, as if he was forcing the other party to come out with some kind of crushing masterstroke.
“Hiss–“
Liao Yu took a deep breath like a long whale sucking in water, his lance retracted and changed to a one-handed reverse grip, aiming at Lu Yuan in a throwing-like stance.
“Wow–“
A wave of fluctuation belonging to True Intent spread out from his body, quickly forming a blurry-faced, armor-clad war general’s silhouette above his head.
As for Liao Yu’s body, a resolute and tragic-like aura also permeated around him.
At this instant, Lu Yuan felt a stabbing pain in his brow, as if he was locked by something extremely sharp.
Even the two men, the Red Bear Strong Man and the Traveling Falcon, who were standing on the sidelines watching the battle, their faces changed a little.
However, Lu Yuan’s eyes did not show any tension, instead, there was a light that was getting more and more intense.
Fearing that Liao Yu would wake up from his anger and let this killing move die, Lu Yuan simply added another fire and laughed loudly, “Mr. Liao’s move is good, it looks a bit like a circus juggler again.”
“Kill!”
The blood color in Liao Yu’s eyes skyrocketed, he let out a low gulp, his shoulders shook, and the arm holding the gun seemed to directly disappear for a bit.
Immediately following, it was as if something had violently exploded within the large martial arts hall, and an invisible diaphragm was broken.
No one could see the trajectory of the spear cutting through the air, only heard a “buzz” sound.
An incomparably thick and heavy aura rose up from the ground and quickly spread out, as if a majestic sea wave had suddenly descended and pressed heavily on everyone’s heart.
Liao Yu’s mind immediately regained clarity at the moment he stabbed out his gun, and only then did he realize that he had actually executed the killing move in his family’s gun technique.
It was used to deal with a certain great person whose status was honored to the extreme.
His face suddenly changed wildly.
However, he didn’t wait long to panic before the expression on his face immediately froze and froze.
Only to see that, in front of him, a young man with a straight posture had his hands folded together, deadlocking his lance in the chest position.
The body of the lance was still weng buzzing and tellingly trembling.
The young man’s feet plowed out two deep, seven or eight meter long furrows, and a large portion of the floor masonry rolled up.
And behind him.
A full fifteen meters high, like a black magic mountain like an elephant head person’s true meaning shadow suspended, constantly exudes like a continuous mountain rolling and crushing like a horrible aura.
Liao Yu “flop” sound, physical overdraft he directly in this horrible pressure kneel down.
He stared blankly at the picture in front of him has exceeded the scope of his cognition, the knot in his throat shrugged, want to say something, but a word can not speak.
As if the air had frozen, a voice slowly sounded.
“This move… What is it called?”
Liao Yu slowly turned his head with a stagnant expression, and he saw that the young man standing under the towering Elephant Man’s True Intent had lifted his face up.
His eyes were burning, and an inexplicable divine splendor floated on his handsome face.
Liao Yu subconsciously returned, “Lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone lone.”
“Not good.”
Lu Yuan slowly gripped his palm lance, narrowed his eyes, and said word for word, “It should be called a preemptive strike!”
“I’ll learn this trick from Mr. Liao.”
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Introduction Gods play against each other, all beings are chess.
All mankind is forced to be involved in the war between the higher dimensional gods, and is reduced to being recruited by the gods as pawns in the game.
All humans are forced to be involved in the war between the higher dimensional gods, and become the pawns to be recruited by them.
Su Nian thought he could not escape the fate of being a pawn of the gods, until the day he turned 18.
The day he turned 18, he stepped onto the battlefield of the gods for the first time as a conscripted warrior.
battlefield as a conscripted warrior for the first time, and realized that his opening seemed to have gone a little wrong.
(End of chapter)