Chapter 291 Escape and Pursuit (Subscription Request)
After Lu Yuan shot out the Gengjin sword energy, he did not stop and crashed directly into Fu Youlong.

Fu Youlong's face was solemn, and his dragon sword was already creating waves of golden ripples as he stabbed towards Lu Yuan who was rushing towards him like a cannonball.

Lu Yuan's fist collided with the tip of the Youlong Sword.

"Dang~!"

"Dang~!"

"Dang~!"

In a blink of an eye, the two had fought in the air for more than ten rounds.

The Youlong Sword made a buzzing sound, and as ripples continued to splash on the sword, the gold color on the sword gradually faded.

When Lu Yuan's fists were fighting with the Youlong Sword, the golden fists flickered.

It faded after colliding with the Youlong Sword, and when he put his fist away to smash, it had turned golden again.

Fu Youlong's pupils shrank when he saw this!
Such a strong inner strength!!
The two sides are fighting at this time, and the battle is to see who has stronger internal strength.

Whoever can break the other party's internal force will either have his sword broken or his fist shattered.

Every time his Youlong Sword collided with the opponent's fist or palm, a lot of the internal force attached to it would dissipate.

Even though he continuously drew internal energy from his Dantian and gathered it on the Youlong Sword, he was completely unable to keep up with the intensive consumption of the opponent's punch after punch.

Look at the other person.

The internal force is concentrated in the fist, and with such intensive bombardment, it can recover so quickly.

If I hadn't fought against the opponent for so long, I would have known his strength.

He even began to suspect that he was facing a powerful person at the pinnacle of realm.

"Dang~!"

"Dang~!"

"Dang~!"

After fighting with the opponent for a few more rounds, the silver color of the Youlong Sword had returned to normal.

Fu Youlong only felt that his dantian was empty and he could no longer gather internal strength to fight against the opponent in a short period of time.

A sword stabbed straight into the opponent's fist.

The Youlong Sword pierced the fist that was harder than gold and iron, and bent into an arc.

Using this force, he wanted to draw his sword and fly back.

But the other person grinned, and his white teeth were stained with golden light in the sunlight.

His other fist had changed into a palm and grabbed the Youlong Long Sword.

Fu Youlong's face changed when he was grabbed by the opponent's golden palm. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the Youlong Sword.

At this time, the opponent had already raised his other fist and was about to hit him.

Fu Youlong was horrified.

The Youlong Sword was the sword he relied on to do whatever he wanted and it accompanied him for many years.

There was no way he would give up the Youlong Sword and run away.

Moreover, if he gave up the sword, he was afraid that he would no longer have the ability to compete with this powerful body cultivator.

All the internal strength was gathered in one palm, and he used the power of transformation to meet the golden fist.

He wanted to neutralize the opponent's terrifying force.

When his palm wrapped around the golden fist, he felt the terrifying force gushing out from the fist and his eyes widened.

Only then did he realize how much his Youlong sword had helped him endure!

Not counting the powerful internal strength, even this terrifying force of tens of thousands of pounds is beyond the reach of human body.

Even though he used the power of transformation to dissipate most of the force, the remaining force was still able to break through his internal strength.

It directly affected his palm.

"Crack!" There was a sound of bones shifting.

His palm was dislocated.

The internal force surged to his palm, and finally offset the opponent's remaining force.

The opponent punched me again.

He hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

"Crack!"

The forearm, which did not generate much internal strength, was broken in the middle.

A part of his forearm was broken after being pulled down! !
Fu Youlong was in so much pain that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He knew that if he took a few more punches, he would definitely lose his fighting power.

With a loud roar, he gathered all his internal strength into the arm that was still holding the sword.

The wound from the Youlong sword burst out with dazzling golden light, which pierced Lu Yuan's hand so much that he let go in pain.

Fu Youlong took the opportunity to draw his sword, turned around and tried to escape.

A punch came from behind, hitting his back fiercely.

It hit Fu Youlong on the left shoulder.

With a sound of "Click~!"

The already broken left arm was dislocated at the shoulder.

The huge force hit him, and even his chest was shaken.

Even though he tried his best to infuse his internal energy to protect his vital organs.

Still, his internal organs seemed to be displaced by the shock.

He held back the blood rising in his throat and the fishy smell between his teeth, and shot out like a cannonball, smashing down the moss-covered wall of the abandoned villa.

The wall collapsed with a loud bang, burying Fu Youlong's body.

Seeing that his target was seriously injured by him, Lu Yuan laughed loudly.

He was about to leap forward and fly down to capture the wandering dragon.

"Boom!"

A flash of gold shot out from the collapsed rubble.

Fu Youlong held the Youlong sword in his hand, almost merging with the sword, turning into a ray of golden light, cutting through the rubble that blocked the road, and he dotted several times in the air.

He walked on the branches and the rotten house without touching the ground, and went away into the distance.

Seeing that the other party was about to escape, Lu Yuan shouted angrily:
"Leave your life behind!!".

The man was shot out like a cannonball.

The dozen or so executives who were watching excitedly from below looked at each other and then followed together.

However, their speeds were very uniform, no one was very fast and no one was very slow.

Even when flying, he never left his weapon and almost stuck to it as he chased forward.

He was afraid that if he ran too fast, Fu Youlong would make a surprise attack and he would lose his life.

Only Du Wanfei was worried about his brother Lu and chased after him at full speed.

But for a moment he could not keep up with the opponent's speed.

The people from the Zhenwu Division branch, including the head of the branch, did not dare to chase after him even though they saw that Fu Youlong was seriously injured.

They brought dozens of people with them, but lost one third of them in just a few rounds, with their internal organs scattered and still steaming in the sun.

There was even the upper body that was still breathing groaning.

They were already terrified, so how could they dare to cooperate with the people from headquarters to chase them?

Everyone was scrambling to collect the bodies of their colleagues to see if there were any who could be saved.

South County.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, apart from the imperial capital, the most prosperous place was Nanjun in the south of the Yangtze River.

Daxia values ​​culture over martial arts, and this area of ​​Nanjun is home to half of Daxia's talented people.

The talented scholar wandered among the mountains and rivers and shuttled through the county town.

When you feel happy and inspired, you can compose poetry.

If you only want to become famous and be appreciated by the world and enter the court, you will soar to the sky.

Even if it is not possible, if he can attract the attention of a lady from a prominent family, and they are both talented and beautiful, it can also be a good story to pass on the throne.

Even if a prostitute in a brothel took a fancy to her and spent a night with her, it would become a romantic affair that everyone would talk about.

Therefore, the talented people in the entire Nanjun never get tired of it.

Tens of thousands of poems are circulated every day.

The stories and anecdotes that were spread every day were also spread in the taverns and teahouses of Nanjun.

Today, however, is different.

Many talented men had rushed to the banks of the Baihu River in Nanjun from their trips to participate in the eighteenth birthday celebration of Miss Shen, one of the richest women in the world, from the Nanjun Shen family.

(End of this chapter)