Lu Zhan's steps did not stop at all. He only waited for those black feathered arrows to be shot in front of him, then he raised the severed arm in his hand and brushed the arrows away like flies.
Seeing a dozen feathered arrows on the stronghold but not frightening the opponent, he heard another command, a burst of bowstrings rang out, and dozens of feathered arrows shot down like locusts.
Lu Zhan continued to move forward. On the surface, the young man seemed to be calm and maintained a slightly slow and rhythmic speed.
However, the vigorous energy in his body was actually flowing at a high speed, and as his five senses and six consciousnesses suddenly released, he sensed every subtle change in the airflow in the air around him.
At this time, he could clearly sense even the trajectory of a small insect flying all over the sky.
As long as a person who practices martial arts enters the realm of body refining, qi will be generated in the body and will continue to circulate. The higher the martial arts attainment, the stronger the qi in the body will be.
However, the Qi Ji that Lu Zhan cultivates is very different from that of ordinary warriors. The Qi Ji produced in his body is created by the transformation of the mysterious crystal in his Dantian. It naturally has wonderful aura and potential, so
It has become an unpredictable and extremely powerful qi machine...
This mysterious and extraordinary energy not only increases his strength greatly, which is very different from ordinary people, but also stimulates the six innate senses of the human body, making his senses extremely sensitive.
At this moment, he could sense in a very short moment, among the arrows flying towards him: which ones had a fast shooting speed and heavy force; which ones had a slow shooting speed and weak force;
Which ones will miss him, which ones will hit him soon, and which parts of his body will be hit by the arrows that are about to hit him.
When these arrows were shot more than ten steps in front of him, Lu Zhan had already calculated that among the people shooting arrows at the pass, there were at most two archers in the middle or late stage of body refining.
He simply ignored the other archers who were in the early stages of body refining.
Then the young man made a bold move. He just brushed the severed arm in front of his head a few times and instantly deflected the arrows that were shot at his head;
The rest of the arrows that were scattered towards the body were left alone, and they were allowed to hit his body, which was already forged like steel.
The gangsters on the pass saw that most of the arrows fired by them hit the body of the incoming man, but fell like tangled grass at his feet, and not a single arrow could be inserted into his body. Only then did they come to their senses.
, it seems that I have encountered a troublesome character.
As the saying goes, "No one who comes is weak, and the weak will not come." Anyone who dares to go to Ghost Face Cliff alone is either born with a mental retard or has a lunatic attack, or he is a hero with incredible courage and arrogance!
"Ah, he is a master in the realm of bone forging!" A cry came from the watchtower: "Hurry up and release the stone. Hit him to death quickly!"
There was only a "rumbling" sound coming from halfway up the mountain, and countless sharp-edged stones rolled straight down the hillside with a huge roar.
Lu Zhan showed no fear and continued to walk upwards. When several rocks in front of him rolled in front of him, he pushed hard with both feet and jumped up into the air. He was more than three feet high. He saw the first wave of rocks.
The attack crashed past his feet.
When he landed on the ground, he fixed his eyes on a large stone, put his toes on the big stone, and jumped into the air again. This time he started to jump forward, and actually jumped over it in one leap.
After walking up more than 20 steps, we were closer to the village gate.
"That kid is approaching, release the rocks, keep releasing them!" the leader of the bandits on the watchtower said at the top of his lungs.
Immediately after the bigger and bigger stones came down, Lu Zhan still used his superb jumping ability to jump up and down on the stones and rolling logs as nimbly as a grasshopper.
The commander on the watchtower saw that the opponent was jumping forward on stones, and he shouted angrily: "Give me a wolf-toothed log! Look where this little bastard steps with his feet!"
At this time, Lu Zhan had already rushed to the gate of the pass. There were only more than forty steps left. When the last wave of rocks rolled past, he grabbed a huge stone weighing more than 500 kilograms, shouted loudly, and raised his arms.
Throw it hard——
The huge boulder carried the faint roar of the wind and slammed into the gate of the village. The entire door panel was shaken violently by the boulder, causing the bronze hinges that locked the village door to creak, and the pins of the hinges immediately moved up.
There were slight cracks.
Although this blow failed to break open the village gate, the earth-shattering momentum frightened the gangsters guarding the pass.
After throwing the boulder, Lu Zhan was about to continue rushing upward when he saw dozens of wolf-toothed logs rolling down the stone steps one after another.
Each of those logs is at least two or three feet thick, and some are even as thick as five feet. But the sheer thickness of the tree trunks is not the scariest thing - what's scary is that each log is embedded with sharp wolves.
With tooth-like barbs and iron thorns, once this kind of rolling wood touches the body, it will definitely be rolled into bloody holes.
Since this wolf-toothed rolling log is covered with iron thorns, it seems that it is obviously not feasible for Lu Zhan to imagine walking on stones and jumping around like he just did.
But he didn't flinch at all. Instead, he grabbed a giant stone and blocked it in front of him, and pushed forward bravely.
There was only a loud "ping-ping-pong-pong" sound as the wolf-toothed log hit the boulder and turned into a pile of broken wood and iron slag.
Lu Zhan pushed the boulder, climbed the last two steps, and walked to the huge village gate. He could even hear the panicked shouts and running sounds of the Ghost Face Cliff bandits behind the gate.
He used luck in his upper arms, and both arms condensed the divine power given by the small crystals in his Dantian. With a "Hey" sound, he slammed the boulder hard towards the door that he had smashed once. This time, the distance was even closer, and he exerted all his strength.
It was also more violent. There was only a "bang" sound, a "bang bang" sound of breaking at the bronze hinges of the village gate, and the thick village door suddenly fell down.
At this time, behind the village gate, there was a dense crowd of gangsters. Originally, these people were all preparing to go out and intercept Lu Zhan with swords and guns. Unexpectedly, now they were all staring at the collapsed door in stunned silence.
The gate of the village, and the iron-blooded young man standing outside the gate, who looked like an evil god coming to the world!
"Brothers, kill me!" the leader who stood on the watchtower directing the battle shouted in a sullen tone.
All the tough bandits raised their weapons and mustered up their courage. They were about to shout half of the word "kill" out of their throats, but they swallowed the other half of the word "ah" back in their throats because they saw the next thing.
——
The young man outside the village gate first threw the severed arm that he had been holding on to the ground, then picked up a three-foot-thick and more than ten-foot-long wolf-tooth rolling log next to him, and stepped through the broken village gate like a god of war.
He pressed on them headlong.
"Kill--"
This thunderous roar came from Lu Zhan's throat.
I saw him rounding the log with both hands, flying into the group of gangsters, spinning rapidly, and dancing a wolf-toothed log like a huge meat grinder, causing blood and blood and screams to fill the sky.
Among the three heart-seizing moves in "Black Tiger Heart-Seizing Fist", the most powerful one is the last one: Cyclone Hammer.
This style is most suitable for situations where one is against a hundred, allowing the boxer to rush into the enemy group, fly around and dance, and the punching wind brought out by the two fists can almost be described as a whirlwind.
At this moment, Lu Zhan was using that move - the whirlwind hammer!
The slight difference is that he replaced his fists with a huge wolf-toothed rolling log, and the power was increased by more than ten times out of thin air. Blood and flesh were splashed everywhere where the young murderer passed, and bones were flying everywhere. Only a few
In the blink of an eye, the wolf-toothed log was stained red with blood, the iron thorns were stained with brain pulp, and there were even a few eyeballs hanging on some of the barbs.
He spun down for more than ten rounds, and the ground was already covered with corpses. His eyes were filled with bright red. Of the more than 400 bandits guarding the first pass, only about 50 people were left, and they all stood trembling with corpses.
Outside the mountain and blood river, Lu Zhan, who was covered in blood, looked in horror.
Lu Zhan glanced at the wolf-toothed log and saw that most of the iron thorns on it had been blunted. So he threw the log into the pile of corpses and gave a brief order to the gangsters surrounding the outside: "Continue!"
Perhaps they saw that he had thrown away the ultimate killer weapon, the Wolf Fang Rolling Wood, and now he was just a young man with bare hands. The surviving gangsters regained a little confidence, and they let out a roar, and surrounded and killed him with their swords.
Lu Zhan shook his hands, clenched his left hand into a fist, and raised his right hand into a palm, and rushed into the battle group.
I saw him slashing left and right, while simultaneously using the Black Tiger Heart-Seizing Fist and Wolf Fang Splitting Air Palm.
Wherever he passed, there were either broken bones from punches or split limbs from palms. Large spurts of blood stained his hands red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
At this moment, he felt an unusual amount of heat flowing on his arms.
At first he thought the heat was caused by the temperature change caused by the blood of the gangsters being sprinkled on it.
But not long after, he felt the heat getting stronger and stronger, and he could even clearly feel the heat flowing along the veins of his arms to his heart veins, and then from his heart veins to his dantian where the mysterious crystal was located.
After coiling in the Dantian, it circulates out of the Dantian and returns to the palm. Repeatedly, the heat condensed on the palm becomes more and more intense.
The gangsters on the first level of the pass were obviously only at the level of ants. There were at most six or seven small bosses who were in the middle or late stage of body refining. They resisted for a little longer, but they still couldn't escape the fate of blood splattering on the spot.
At the end of the battle, there was only one leader left in the audience who was wielding a long silver rope whip. This leader was the guy from Xianqian who was standing on the watchtower giving orders, and he was also at the peak of the body-refining realm.
Awesome character.
The rope whip he dances is very strange. The silver whip body is very slender, only as thick as a little finger, but it is so tough that even a sharp knife can't cut it. The whip is about three feet long, and there is a piece of gold on the head of the whip.
A gleaming fine steel thorn can be fired like a hidden weapon.
In this first level of battle, Lu Zhan had already suffered twenty or thirty blows from the sword, but because he had reached the stage where his bones were forged like steel, and the mysterious crystals in his Dantian continuously supplied vigorous Qi, he didn't suffer any injuries.
Had been slashed.
But now, his skin has been pierced three times by the steel thorns that the leader sneaked in. Fortunately, his martial arts attainments are now close to the peak of the bone forging realm, and his skin and flesh are tighter. With the help of mysterious crystals, the wounds can be made quickly.
It will heal.
Because the leader was wielding a long whip and stood far away from Lu Zhan, he never experienced the young man's fierce fists directly, so he survived to the end.
Seeing all his men lying in a pool of blood, he felt completely desperate; he gritted his teeth and shook his wrist, rolled the tip of the whip, and circled the silver whip around Lu Zhan's neck several times, and then he continued to fight toward him.
Then he grabbed the whip and tried to strangle Lu Zhan to death.
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhan used the power of pulling back his whip to leap up and hit the little boss's body. He used his right palm to use the killing move in the wolf's cracked empty palm, piercing it like a sharp knife.
His abdomen was cut open on the spot, and blood spattered.
A bloody battle took only three cups of tea. More than four hundred corpses were piled on top of the pass, and the blood of the thieves gradually gathered on the ground to form a large pool of bright red blood.
Lu Zhan felt an extremely comfortable feeling in his chest, and the heat on his arms was flowing faster and faster and more intensely.
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