I'm really not immortal

Chapter 107 Zhiruo, You Stop (13)

Protect the body.

The players are all dumbfounded.

This is the ability of a master, or some special effects that can only be produced by some peerless body training martial arts.

But brother cicada still has this kind of top body training technique.

And one of the special effects of "Little Glass Body".

That is, not moving like a mountain.

Use this trick.

It can temporarily fuse the small glass body with Tai Chi Qi to form a layer of invulnerable Gang Qi, which lasts for three seconds.

Physical defense, air defense, and armor defense are all X5 times.

These three seconds.

His defense can be called against the sky.

Zhao Qingchan resisted this wave of attacks, then sneered sternly, drew his sword and swept across.

Swish.

The heads of five players on the list were chopped off.

next second.

He used the moonlight fragrance to continuously walk among many players, and with every breath, he would kill several players.

"Sunflower Treasure!"

"Guangjun." Dongfang Qingming yelled angrily, gently pinched the needle thread with her ring finger and thumb, with her wrist facing up, and handed out a needle in an instant.

Swish.

The needle and thread drew a circle in an incredible arc, and approached him at an unimaginable speed.

But Zhao Qingchan's reaction was not slow. With a flick of the fingers of his left hand, he flicked the steel needle away with a finger of consonance, and approached Dongfang Qingming one step further.

Bang.

Kicked out.

He flew upside down, overwhelming several people in a row.

Then a cold light flashed.

The Heavenly Demon Soul Chaser Knife hit Dongfang Qingming on the forehead, killing him instantly.

"Tianshan Zhemei Hand." Mu Yuchengfeng made another move, and the complicated kung fu in his hand also shocked everyone.

But Zhao Qingchan just turned around and slapped mediocrely.

boom.

Air waves fly.

Mu Yuchengfeng's hands were smashed, he originally wanted to use the "Beiming Divine Art" at the moment of contact.

This will not only temporarily absorb Zhao Qingchan's internal strength, but also temporarily increase the upper limit of his own internal strength.

But he didn't expect it at all.

The gap between the two is so huge.

Both paws were directly smashed.

not to mention.

He was able to learn the third level of "Beiming Shengong" by copying books. This level of inner strength could not absorb Zhao Qingchan's Tai Chi skills at all.

"Eight Swords of Heaven."

Seeing that things were not going well, I once again jumped forward and struck with a knife.

As a former [Gods] professional master, he has won the world championship, needless to say his own strength.

Especially his seriousness in playing games is difficult for ordinary people to compare.

When he practiced sword technique, he practiced it sincerely.

then.

The talented and capable person who was lonely in the whole life soon became famous among the Song Clan, and was even accepted as a disciple by Song Que.

that moment.

He jumped up, and the light of the knife slashed out from top to bottom.

He didn't practice sword intent.

He didn't practice the knife very fast.

His knife is so simple and unpretentious, powerful and heavy.

But in the eyes of many players, the lonely knife in the whole life makes them feel like they are overwhelmed.

however.

Zhao Qingchan just raised his eyebrows, and then made a detour, and before the light of his saber fell, he stabbed a bloody hole in his neck with his backhand.

"The sword technique is good, but the realm is not enough, and the sword is not fast enough."

bang.

The screen went black in front of I Lonely, and he didn't know that he died so quickly because of Mao until he died.

Subsequently.

Zhao Qingchan walked all the way and killed all the way, and even smashed the 'Drunk Qingsi' who wanted to run away in seconds.

have to say.

As Ning Daoqi's disciple, he has good abilities in the future.

But now that he doesn't have strong internal strength, he can't use dazzling operations at all. Seeing that he is invincible, of course he is about to run away.

however.

No matter how fast Duzui Qingsi runs.

Could it be faster than the blood pool who can do light work?
Just ten minutes.

Zhao Qingchan killed all the masters.

More than 30 masters on the list all died tragically on the spot.

The Mingjiao players along the way lost all momentum.

Players from the six factions also took advantage of this opportunity to directly enter the mountain pass, using it as their own defensive territory, and turned their offensive and defensive momentum.

Next.

Zhao Qingchan didn't hesitate, and casually killed a few passing players in the wild area to satisfy his hunger, then rushed to another road, and started killing again.

So ever.

Many players looked at him on the faction standings, and kept distanced from everyone.

If the other players are all 1 or 2 points, they will rise slowly.

Then his score is five or six points, six or seven points, or even ten points.

The battle lasted from morning to evening.

A full ten hours of bloody battle.

Zhao Qingchan's points soared to 3300+, while No.2 Dongfang Qingming only scored 930 points.

Why is Dongfang Qingming better?
Because the effort of cutting chicken is hanging!
The embroidery needle of the Sunflower Collection, and then attached with true qi, has the power to kill in a single blow in many cases.

As long as he brought enough steel needles, at the current state, most players could not defend against this kind of attack at all.

And as early as after this group of masters on the list besieged Zhao Qingchan once, their mentality completely collapsed.

He also chose to give up the idea of ​​besieging and killing him, and only thought about how to win.

But even so.

The standings of the two sides are still slightly better with a gap of 1000 points ahead of the six major factions.

…………

In the middle of the night, the players kept discussing today's super battle, and even had doubts about Zhao Qingchan's real combat power.

That is.

Is this ratio off?

Otherwise, even if he knows martial arts in real life, he is Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple in the game, so he can't be so fierce, right?
And your fucking crispy Wudang, why is it so meaty, Wudang has a fart body training skill.

In this regard, we Shaolin players are very dissatisfied.

Fortunately, everyone was in the same camp, so they refused to accept it.

It's just.

Zhao Qingchan didn't have any explanation for this.

In other words, he didn't have time to explain.

As for what is Brother Cicada doing?
Under the cold Kunlun Mountains.

The players of the six major factions were shivering and roasting the bonfire, or they would go offline decisively.

And inside the warm tent.

Zhao Qingchan and Zhou Zhiruo stayed together alone.

Beside the stove.

"Ruoruo, eat it. I specially bought the snacks from dozens of miles away." Zhao Qingchan took the snacks that Su Qingwu gave her to increase the favorability of the little nephew.

This kind of intention is not to mention how sincere.

Zhou Zhiruo happily took it, took a small bite, and couldn't help but nodded: "It smells so good."

Cicada laughed.

But Zhou Zhiruo was a little confused, because she didn't understand what method the little uncle used in front of her. The two were sitting opposite each other, but he slowly sat beside her.

As such.

The breath is too ambiguous.

Zhou Zhiruo naturally looked at the door nervously, shyly shoved and said, "Little Master, what are you doing..."

"Go back to sleep, it's already very late now, if the senior sisters come back suddenly, there will definitely be a misunderstanding."

"Cough, poof."

Brother Chan's body was pushed to one side, and he suddenly vomited blood.

Just spit it out.

Zhou Zhiruo panicked immediately, and quickly supported him to sit beside her: "Little uncle, why did you suddenly vomit blood, are you injured?"

Brother Chan showed a gentlemanly smile, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "On the battlefield of the Forsaken, I was besieged by thousands of people, and I accidentally suffered internal injuries. It's nothing serious. I'll go back now."

in speech.

There was a trace of loneliness in his eyes.

"That won't work. Where did you hurt? I'll apply medicine to you." Zhou Zhiruo bit her lip and held his arm.

"No need, no need."

"No, you take off your clothes."

"Hey, hey, Zhiruo, stop it, stop it..."

tear.

"Bah, your skin is white and tender, where is there any injury?" Zhou Zhiruo was very angry, but her pouting appearance was cute.

Zhao Qingchan hugged the torn clothes, tremblingly said: "I just want to tease you, why tear the clothes."

"Hmph, hurry up, my senior sister is really coming back."

"Angangang, don't push me." Zhao Qingchan walked out of the tent in disheveled clothes.

Coincidentally.

Marshal Li passed by.

this moment.

Li Dashuai's outlook on life suddenly distorted.

what's going on?
Zhao Qingchan fled in disarray?

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were reluctant to part, and there was still a cloth strip in her hand?

She wants to force Zhao Qingchan?

Rush to the top of the list?

Would you rather die than surrender?

shit.

Big news!
pity.

He didn't hear what Brother Chan said after he left.

"Hey, I'm wearing this 300 taels of silver clothes, you can tear it up if you want?"

"Little Ruoruo, just wait, I'll buy you a hundred sets of...clothes, and I'll tear them up in different patterns."

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ps: The last wave of three updates today, the manuscript is gone, and the liver is not moving.Please recommend tickets and monthly tickets.

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