Chapter 170

Zhao Sheng, a beginner of kendo, holds a green dragon spear in his right hand and a long sword in his left hand, which is not very comfortable, and rushes towards the thin bamboo pole.

This is the first time Zhao Sheng has used two weapons at the same time.

Such an approach has both advantages and disadvantages. After all, it is easy for Zhao Sheng to focus on two purposes, but it will also make these two things more or less affect each other.

But this is also the best way Zhao Sheng can use now. After a blow just now, Zhao Sheng clearly found the seemingly strong thin bamboo pole. As long as any place is stabbed, that place will shrivel like running air.

There is no doubt that the green dragon spear is very heavy, but it is for those who do not recognize the Lord. Put it in Zhao Sheng's hand, it was as easy as extending his own arm.

"You long! Ground stab!" the right hand green dragon spear nimbly dodged the long stick manipulated by the thin bamboo pole, and Zhao Shengchao approached him quickly. The goal of his strike was not to kill the thin bamboo pole, but just to cause damage to the thin bamboo pole as much as possible!

No matter what method the thin bamboo pole uses to enhance his strength to such a strong level, Zhao Sheng firmly believes that all things have weaknesses!

Besides, if this move of thin bamboo pole really doesn't have any weakness, I'm afraid with his early cultivation in the golden elixir realm, he will never stay in the outside door for some petty profits.

"Bang!" the tip of Qinglong's long gun was directly stopped by the long stick he manipulated when it was a few inches away from the thin bamboo pole.

But this is what Zhao Sheng needs!

"Go to the sword!" Zhao Sheng shouted angrily. The long sword in his left hand was immediately wrapped by a mass of aura, and then stabbed at the belly of the thin bamboo pole at a very fast speed.

"Pooh!" Pooh! "The two were almost the same, but there were some different sounds.

It's true that it's difficult for Qi practitioners to have strong strength before the golden elixir realm. Don't take the improper cultivation in the later stage of congenital cultivation. With this cultivation and Zhao Sheng's hundreds of years of Qi training experience in his previous life, it's absolutely very easy to manipulate a long sword!

The sword hit the thin bamboo pole in the abdomen, but it did not cause fatal damage to the thin bamboo pole.

However, his strong abdominal muscles disappeared at this moment!

"Pa da." Zhao Sheng returned to his hand with his long sword.

Today's thin bamboo pole is nothing more than using some moves to enhance his body and cultivation. He can easily hit Zhao Sheng with a stick, but when he doesn't have these, that's when he loses the competition and even dies.

"Er..." the thin bamboo pole contracted his pupils and roared painfully in his throat.

Looking at the thin bamboo pole, Zhao Sheng grinned very unkindly.

Just now, he can choose to attack the seemingly more lethal chest, but what he chose is still the seemingly less lethal abdomen. This is not because Zhao Sheng made a mistake, but because this is the decision he has just made after careful consideration.

A person, in all the actions he can make, the most used muscle is the core muscle group! The core muscle group refers to people's waist and abdomen.

Now Zhao Sheng directly broke the abdominal muscles of the thin bamboo pole, which he urged in some way. It can definitely be said that he directly destroyed less than half, or even half, of the combat effectiveness of the thin bamboo pole!

"I thought how strong your move could be, but that's all." Zhao Sheng twisted his neck to ease the pain, and continued to ridicule the thin bamboo pole.

The thin bamboo pole's chest may be due to abdominal pain, or it may be due to Zhao Sheng's words.

Looking at the state of the thin bamboo pole at this time, Zhao Sheng grinned at the corners of his mouth, tightened his legs again, and ran towards the thin bamboo pole again. At this time, he must not be given any chance to breathe. God knows what other effects the skill of thin bamboo pole will have after a period of time.

If he can make his body as strong as before, Zhao Sheng will want to cry without tears.

Zhao Sheng repeated his old technique and once again killed the thin bamboo pole with both hands holding a green dragon spear and a long sword.

Maybe this method is stupid and not good-looking in the eyes of many people, but it has a miraculous effect on the thin bamboo pole at this time.

But on the thin bamboo pole, there is more than one long stick. But it seems that he can only use one long stick at the same time, that is, when he holds the long stick, he can't manipulate it. When operating the long stick, you can't hold the long stick.

This is where Zhao Sheng, who is approaching the thin bamboo pole, has some doubts. Since he can only use one, why do he bring so many?

However, he could not know the answer to this question after all.

"Boo!" "Pooh!" Pooh! "Pooh!" it was almost the same process as before, and the thin bamboo pole suffered another trauma.

This wound happened to be the last straw that killed the camel.

At this moment, the body of the thin bamboo pole is like a leaky ball, becoming a thin bamboo pole thinner than the thin bamboo pole.

"Ask you again, do you agree?" Zhao Sheng asked arrogantly, stepping on the thin bamboo pole again. But what he didn't know was that an inexplicable blood light was appearing in the depths of his eyes.

The victory of the competition is no longer so important when the result has been determined.

What matters is the feeling of conquering a person.

Don't you disagree? Then I will defeat you again and again, crush you and conquer you!

Conquering a proud woman will be great, but conquering a proud man is also a very refreshing thing.

"I... Serve... You... Big... Ye..." thin bamboo pole tried to look up at Zhao Sheng, and his voice became more hoarse.

"Tough guy, right? I think how long you can be tough." Zhao Sheng said, putting the Qinglong gun aside and directly cutting a large piece of meat with the long knife in his hand.

"Ah!" the thin bamboo pole's eyes turned blood red directly.

"Not satisfied?" Zhao Sheng continued to use his long knife to scratch and pull on the thin bamboo pole. The expression on his face also made everyone, including master Yunyi and master Qingyuan, feel very strange.

What kind of expression is that? That is definitely an expression that only the bloodthirsty ghost who has just returned from hell can have!

"I... fu... You... Big... Ah!" this time, before the thin bamboo pole finished, Zhao Sheng cut again.

After these two knives, they were all bones, thin bamboo poles without much meat, and some indescribable scenes in their bodies had been exposed to everyone.

"Ha ha, if you don't accept it, you have to die." Zhao Sheng was more and more excited.

"I... just... Don't... Take..." the blood under the thin bamboo pole has gathered more and more.

"Then I'll do it until you take it. Of course, I hope you don't accept it all the time, so that I can collect a skeleton that is not so perfect."

Feeling the trembling state of the thin bamboo pole, Zhao Sheng's hand movement didn't stop at all.