Chapter 25: The Python Elephant Stretches, Kills Zhao Haifeng with One Punch!
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"Who are you?"
"Are you Luo Qinglei's lackey again?" Wang Chen frowned slightly as he looked at the handsome young man in a blue brocade robe in front of him.
The other party mentioned Luo Qinglei in his words just now, and made it clear that he was invited by Luo Qinglei to follow him.[
"Hmph! Luo Qinglei really doesn't even want to lose the face of the disciples in the inner courtyard. In the academy, he is restricted by the regulations and cannot take action against me, so he sent people to track me and want to kill me in the wilderness!
"Glancing at the two young men, one tall and one short, who were walking out on the other side, Wang Chen snorted coldly.
At this moment, the three people formed an encirclement, surrounding Wang Chen and unable to leave.
"Wang Chen, I think your cultivation is not weak, but you actually said such ridiculous things?"
"In this world, the weak prey on the strong, and the strong are respected. If you are not strong enough, of course you cannot control your own destiny. This is the eternal truth between heaven and earth." Zhao Haifeng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the young man in a white shirt in front of him.
He tilted his head slightly, showing a hint of disdain.
"There is one thing that I'm quite confused about. Senior Brother Luo once said that you were being hunted by four Law Enforcement Hall disciples. Now that you appear here, they have naturally failed."
"I heard that these four people disappeared. Could it be that you were responsible?" Looking at Wang Chen, Zhao Haifeng asked with interest.
Originally, he accepted Luo Qinglei's request, firstly to get the five hundred energy pills and a copy of Xuanpin's advanced martial arts skills, and secondly because he was curious about Wang Chen's cultivation and wanted to see this Luo Qinglei.
What kind of person is the disciple from the outer courtyard who is bent on dealing with him?
Now, since Zhao Haifeng saw Wang Chen himself, he naturally wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the four law enforcement hall disciples.
"In this world, it is true that the weak prey on the strong. It is only natural that they want to kill me and I kill them in return." Wang Chen's eyes were like a deep pool of years, without any ripples, he looked at Zhao Haifeng and said calmly.
Hearing this, Zhao Haifeng looked like this, without the slightest hint of surprise. This was indeed consistent with his earlier guess. Likewise, it also explained why Luo Qinglei wanted to get rid of Wang Chen so much.
How old is Wang Chen now?
Just fifteen years old.
At the age of fifteen, he had cultivated to the sixth level of the Samurai. Under the pursuit of a peak warrior at the seventh level and three warriors at the sixth level, he killed four people and escaped unscathed.
Such a record is really too terrifying.
Zhao Haifeng thought to himself that if he were Luo Qinglei, he would definitely kill Wang Chen at all costs to avoid causing huge trouble to himself in the future.
"Okay, Wang Chen, I already know the outcome of this matter, so you can die."
"Remember, my name is Zhao Haifeng. I am the third master among the disciples of Qinghong College and the outer college. If you can die in my hands, you can rest in peace." Looking at Wang Chen, Zhao Haifeng's eyes suddenly filled with emotion.
It glowed with an icy cold luster, and strong murderous intent spurted out.
boom!
The next moment, the muscles all over his body were tense, his energy and blood were gushing, and his strength was strong. He stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, creating a dent. His whole body was like an arrow leaving the string, and he appeared in front of Wang Chen in an instant. [
"Aoki silk hand!"
With a low shout, the muscles on Zhao Haifeng's arms were knotted and the veins were bulging. With huge strength gathered, his palms turned into a blurry shadow and grabbed Wang Chen's head.
Aoki Silk Hands, this is a high-level Huangpin martial arts, and it is also the unique skill that Zhao Haifeng relies on to become famous in Senluo Outer Academy.
This martial art is of wood attribute.
Once entangled by it, it is like being bound by vines and cannot be loosened. And by practicing this martial arts, the power condensed in the body is like poison, with extremely strong corrosiveness and infection. The stronger the cultivation level, the more powerful it is.
, the stronger this characteristic is, if one breaks through to the realm of a martial artist, when this energy condenses and turns into the dark energy in the warrior's body, it will become a highly poisonous internal energy.
Used against enemies, often to disadvantage.
Zhao Haifeng practices the green wood silk hand day and night, and his own cultivation is at the peak of the seventh level of the warrior. Now he suddenly displays his power, which is astonishing.
Hoo ho ho!
His palms danced and disillusioned, and he directly squeezed and stirred the air, making a violent whistling sound. There was a vague white mist condensing in the air, and the strength on his fingers was condensed, and even the air was torn apart when he moved.
It makes a sound of cracking silk.
Wang Chen's black hair on his forehead was suddenly blown up by the strong wind, revealing his pair of dark eyes.
What surprised Zhao Haifeng was that there was no trace of panic in Wang Chen's eyes, and they were as peaceful as an ancient well.
"Hmph! I'm afraid I was scared to death. It seems that I think highly of Wang Chen, but that's all!" A trace of disdain flashed across his eyes, Zhao Haifeng thought to himself, and at the same time, he exploded with energy again.
With great force, he used his palm and suddenly grabbed Wang Chen's head.
Zhao Haifeng is the seventh level peak warrior.
The strength has reached 799 kilograms, and now he is using the Huangpin Advanced Martial Arts Aoki Silk Winding Hand, and the strength is condensed, which will definitely exceed 800 kilograms. With such terrifying strength, with one palm strike, Wang Chen's head will definitely explode.
It is broken into pieces all over the sky, and there is no way to escape.
"Barbarian Elephant Condensing Fist!"
"The elephant is lying down! The elephant is charging!"
Facing Zhao Haifeng's Aoki Silk Hand that came through the air, Wang Chen didn't panic at all, he responded calmly, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and the next moment, he suddenly used the Barbarian Elephant Condensation Fist, and instantly launched two unique moves.
As soon as Barbarian Elephant leaned forward, Wang Chen's whole body's strength instantly condensed and integrated.
The whole person's spiritual power gathered together, embodying a strong and immovable aura. His body sank slightly, as if he had turned into a huge savage elephant.
Immediately, Wang Chen's spine undulated like a dragon, the muscles all over his body tensed, and the strength was transmitted layer by layer. He suddenly waved his right fist, and the wild elephant collision exploded. His fist cut through the air and made a strange whistling sound.
Bang bang bang!
Wang Chen waved his right fist continuously, and instantly hit three "Wild Elephant Crash", which collided wildly with the shadow of Zhao Haifeng's hand wrapped in green wood that was overwhelmingly shrouded in the sky, and a dull sound broke out. The fists and palms collided, and a strong wind spread out,
The air is violently turbulent.[
Zhao Haifeng and Wang Chen both backed away.
Zhao Haifeng took three steps back and then stood still. Wang Chen stepped back several feet away, his face turned slightly pale, and then he stood firm.
"Excuse me, this Zhao Haifeng's cultivation is probably at the seventh level of a warrior. The green wood silk hand he just struck contained more than 800 kilograms of power..." He stared at Zhao Haifeng closely to prevent him from making a sudden attack.
, Wang Chen secretly thought in his heart.
"What?! Senior Brother Zhao was repulsed?"
"How is this possible? Wang Chen is only a sixth-level warrior. How can he be a match for Senior Brother Zhao?!"
The two young men standing behind Wang Chen on both sides had their eyes widened at this moment, their mouths wide open in shock, and their faces were full of disbelief.
Opposite Wang Chen, Zhao Haifeng also showed shock in his eyes: "How is it possible? This Wang Chen received a green wood silk hand from me and didn't die instantly? He even fought against me and forced me to retreat.
Three steps?" Zhao Haifeng couldn't believe this in his heart.
who is he?
Senluo Waiyuan, the third-ranked master, has reached the peak of the seventh-level warrior, and has no rival at the same level. But now, personally killing a warrior of the sixth-level warrior, not only failed, but even
It is very embarrassing to be forced back by the opponent's counterattack.
"This Wang Chen is very extraordinary! The boxing technique he used is only the Huangpin Intermediate Barbarian Elephant Condensation Fist. Even if he can destroy a killing move, the power that can be increased should be limited."
"But when he fought with me just now, the strength contained in his punch was actually close to 800 kilograms?! Doesn't this mean that the strength of his physical body is definitely more than 650 kilograms?
The late stage of the sixth level?" Thinking of this, Zhao Haifeng was even more surprised, and the murderous intent in his eyes as he looked at Wang Chen became even more intense.
after all
He accepted Luo Qinglei's request and came to kill Wang Chen. A life-and-death feud has been forged. According to Wang Chen's talent that he has observed so far, if he is allowed to escape, he may be the one who dies in the future.
"Wang Chen, I admit, I look down upon you a little. You actually have such a profound knowledge of the Huangpin Intermediate Barbarian Elephant Condensing Fist and can unleash such power."
"However, no matter how high the realm of boxing is, if your own strength is not up to standard, it is not the right path after all. You... are not my opponent!"
"Suffer death!"
Looking at Wang Chen indifferently, Zhao Haifeng said lightly, and then gave a cold shout. He suddenly jumped up again, jumped several times, and instantly appeared in front of Wang Chen. His palms turned into a phantom, and he suddenly suppressed Wang Chen.
At this moment, Zhao Haifeng used all his strength to destroy his whole body.
He wrapped his green wood silk hand to the limit that he could reach. As the palm danced, the air was moved, and a strong suction force was produced, which firmly enveloped Wang Chen, causing his figure to tremble slightly.
stagnation.
"Want to kill me? Let's see if you have the ability!"
"The new boxing style is just for you to try!"
"Anaconda and elephant strangled!"
Looking at Zhao Haifeng who was attacking from the sky, Wang Chen looked indifferent, his eyes were like a deep pool without any ripples, and then he suddenly shouted loudly and punched out with a bang.
At this moment, Wang Chen's muscles all over his body were tense.
Under the skin, there are faint blue and black tendons emerging. Qi and blood in the body are gurgling, and the whole body is full of strength. The powerful force is continuously transmitted to the fist through the arms.
laugh!
In the air, there was a faint sound of cracking silk.
There was a faint air flow around Wang Chen's fist, and the air was a little distorted.
Hiss!
Angang!
While in mid-air, Zhao Haifeng vaguely heard the sound of pythons neighing and cows croaking in the air.
Swish, swish, swish!
Wang Chen's figure was as agile as a phantom, moving rapidly around Zhao Haifeng.
For a moment, Zhao Haifeng was unable to lock Wang Chen's position. Qingmu's silk-wrapped hand lost its target, and the power in his palm began to dissipate.
"How is it possible?! Is this a move from the Barbarian Elephant Condensation Fist? No, that's not right! There is absolutely no such move in the Barbarian Elephant Condensation Fist."
"The power of this punch far exceeds that of the Barbarian Elephant Condensation Fist, and has already entered the category of Huangpin's advanced martial arts!" Zhao Haifeng's eyes widened, and he was stunned. He couldn't understand why Wang Chen could execute such a powerful killing move.
However, he doesn't need to understand.
At the moment when Zhao Haifeng was shocked and distracted, Wang Chen, who was running around him, instantly seized this fleeting opportunity. In his body, with the help of the strength accumulated from running...
It condensed in an instant, suddenly erupted, and appeared behind Zhao Haifeng in an instant.
boom!
Wang Chen's punch exploded with violent force, tearing the air apart instantly and making a low roar, just like summer thunder.
The next moment, Zhao Haifeng flew directly four to five feet away, spitting out bright red blood from his mouth. There was a hole in his vest as big as a fist. The flesh and blood were blurred, and the white bones could be vaguely seen.
boom!
Zhao Haifeng first hit the mountain wall and then fell to the ground. His face was pale, blood gurgled out of his mouth, and fragments of his internal organs were vaguely visible.
"No...impossible! You...how could you master such a powerful boxing technique?!"
"This...this is a punch...a punch...uh!"
Struggling to lift half of his body, Zhao Haifeng glared at Wang Chen with eyes full of disbelief. He struggled to question, and finally seemed to have thought of something, with a look of horror on his face.
However, before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly dilated, a stream of dark red blood gushed out of his mouth, his head tilted, and he completely lost his voice.
Zhao Haifeng, a seventh-level peak warrior, a disciple of Senluo Outer Academy, and the third master