Chapter 144

145. Chapter 145: Flash of Light (Alliance Leader Bonus: Resurrection from the Dead, Immortality)

The old Meridian Cultivation expert of the Liu family knew very well that he had no chance of survival against Zhao Ge. Even if Zhao Ge was injured and his strength was damaged, he was after all over seventy years old, his lifespan was approaching, and all his blood-Qi had flowed away. At this moment, he was panting after just fighting a few punches with Zhao Ge, and coupled with the arm being shattered by the hidden weapon, this state could not be worse.

If he didn't take out his heart-blood to fight for his life and take away Zhao Ge, this great enemy, for the Liu family, then this old life of his would be meaningless.

"Want to drag me on the road together?" Zhao Ge also knew that Liu Taigong was fighting for his life, using the last mouthful of heart-blood to fight him to death.

And the other party was experienced. After his arm was hit by the firearm, he never gave Zhao Qian a chance to use the firearm a second time, choosing close-quarters combat. If Zhao Qian wanted to fire, Zhao Ge would also be implicated and couldn't escape. Therefore, Zhao Qian hadn't found a suitable opportunity to fire the second shot until now.

Liu Taigong didn't know what kind of hidden weapon had such terrifying power, but his experience in defense was very sufficient. He was truly an old fox.

"It's a pity that that shot didn't take his life." Zhao Ge had no choice but to grit his teeth and resist hard. Only by surviving this period of time, until Liu Taigong's blood-Qi was exhausted, could he win.

As for running away, that was even more impossible.

Liu Taigong chose to entangle, so he wouldn't give Zhao Ge a chance to escape. At this moment, as long as Zhao Ge retreated one step, he would immediately follow, and Liu Taigong, who used heart-blood, was much better than Zhao Ge in terms of mobility.

"Come, past grievances, today's hatred, settle them all together." Zhao Ge roared, constantly mobilizing his blood-energy, forcibly supporting his injured body, throwing a punch, and almost instinctively hitting a killing move of the Hanshan Fist.

Fist aura gathered, energy exploded, and there was a feeling of restoring the style of the past.

But Liu Taigong could see that Zhao Ge was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He didn't believe it. His spirit was injured, and he had been hit by the heart-destroying palm. Even if he was supported by big medicine, his strength had at least gone by 40%. If he couldn't win against Zhao Ge even after forcibly using a mouthful of heart-blood, then he had lived his life in vain.

"Die."

Liu Taigong's voice was hoarse, because his blood-Qi became full, and his arm reached out. Similarly, he clenched his fist force, and it exploded in mid-air.

The two fought a punch, and the result was that Zhao Ge's face turned pale, then his body stumbled and fell backward, retreating a full five or six steps, and finally barely stabilized his figure.

However, Liu Taigong knew that Zhao Ge's daughter had a hidden weapon waiting for an opportunity. He wouldn't reveal any flaws to Zhao Qian, so when Zhao Ge retreated, he roared and bullied his way forward, not giving Zhao Ge a chance to breathe, and similarly had the meaning of not forgiving others after gaining an advantage.

The temperament of a martial artist is like this. If you gain an advantage in one strike, how can you retreat?

Only by taking advantage of the fact that the opponent hasn't adjusted, one move after another, can you successfully kill the opponent. No one would miss such a good opportunity.

"Want to suppress my fist? I'm not afraid of you." Zhao Ge roared again at this moment, very unconvinced, lifting his fist to meet the attack.

He, Zhao Ge of the Hanshan Fist, had always suppressed others with his fists. He never thought that one day he would be suppressed by others. This situation was something he, a martial artist who had practiced boxing for a lifetime, could not accept, and even more could not tolerate. Even if he exhausted all the blood-energy in his body, he would win back the fist momentum.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Ge threw a killing move again, fist aura surged, blood-Qi sprayed.

"Zhao Ge, you can't do it anymore. I can kill you with one hand."

Liu Taigong was full of killing intent. He was still at his peak, his heart-blood hadn't failed, so he didn't put Zhao Ge in his eyes at all. Now he just wanted to kill Zhao Ge quickly, so as not to drag it out and have long nights and many dreams.

"Bang!"

Fist force surged, and this blow seemed to be evenly matched.

"Come again."

Seeing this, Zhao Ge stepped forward again, relying on his advantage of having one more arm than the opponent, took the lead in gathering fist aura, and followed with another punch.

"Can your state suppress me?"

Liu Taigong was not afraid at all, and even if he was missing an arm, he was not afraid. In his peak state, he adjusted very quickly, and even with one fist, he could meet the attack.

But this punch Liu Taigong didn't meet Zhao Ge, but slammed into his right chest.

The two hit each other with a punch.

Zhao Ge's blood-Qi couldn't be controlled first, a mouthful of old blood sprayed out, old injuries broke out, and he retreated wildly again. Wherever he passed, blood stained the ground.

Liu Taigong didn't feel good either, hit by a killing move, blood-Qi rolled, and his whole body was in pain, but he didn't care at all. Under the agitation of blood-Qi, the feeling of pain was reduced a lot. At this moment, he didn't want to give Zhao Ge any time to breathe, and then swung his fist to kill again.

What did some injuries matter? He was going to die anyway, and using this life to take away Zhao Ge was worth it.

As long as Zhao Ge died, the Zhao Shiwu Arts School would be finished.

Seeing Liu Taigong fighting like this, Zhao Ge was both surprised and angry. It was truly the saying: the timid fear the horizontal, and the horizontal fear the desperate.

Liu Taigong didn't even want his life, went all out, and exchanged injuries for injuries. At this moment, even if he was old and weak, the strength he erupted was truly shocking.

"I don't believe it, I can't wait until your blood-Qi is exhausted." Zhao Ge gritted his teeth at this moment, didn't retreat, and met the fight head-on again.

"Then let's see who collapses first." Seeing Zhao Ge like this, it was exactly what he wanted. The two fought again.

Fist force and aura splashed everywhere, and the two martial artists were like desperate people, all going all out.

And nearby, the masters of the Three Great Workshops saw this scene, and their faces changed drastically.

No one had the bottom line on who would win or lose. Liu Taigong was too old, his tendons and bones were atrophied, his blood-energy was declining, and he was not as strong as his youth. But relying on a mouthful of heart-blood, he restored his peak and could not be underestimated. And Zhao Ge was also a famous Meridian Cultivation expert in Sanyang City. Although he was injured, his foundation was good, and he was in his early fifties, at his peak.

Both sides were waiting for each other to collapse, and anyone could die.

"Can't find an opportunity to fire at all."

On the roof on the side, Zhao Qian held the sniper rifle, her face anxious, sweat dripping from her forehead, her fair fingers never daring to put on the trigger.

Because the power of this sniper rifle was too terrifying. Just now, a shot just grazed Liu Taigong's body and shattered half of his arm. If she fired another shot, there was a high probability of accidentally injuring her father.

At that time, she wouldn't be saving people, but killing people.

As the two continued to fight, Zhao Ge's injuries worsened, blood sprayed, his face was pale. If it weren't for drinking the super-powered water before, plus recuperating for several days, he wouldn't be able to hold on to Liu Taigong now, and would have finished first.

But Liu Taigong didn't feel good either.

His withered old body was full of scars, and his peak state was declining at an unimaginable speed.

He was too old, on the verge of death. That mouthful of heart-blood was a big tonic medicine, but the time it could maintain was shorter than imagined.

"Damn it, Zhao Ge, why haven't you died yet?"

Liu Taigong was anxious at this moment. He didn't expect Zhao Ge to be so able to wait. If this continued, something would go wrong. At this time, he was very angry. If he hadn't been injured by the hidden weapon and lost an arm, his strength would have dropped greatly, and he would have only one fist to fight. Otherwise, how could he be dragged by Zhao Ge until now?

Zhao Ge was also aggrieved at this moment. Since his spirit was injured, he didn't know how many grievances he had suffered and how much suffering he had encountered.

An old martial artist of nearly eighty could suppress him. If it were before he was injured, such an old martial artist like Liu Taigong would have been hammered away by him in three punches.

"Can't drag it out anymore, fight for your life, decide life and death in two moves." Liu Taigong had already felt that his blood-Qi was declining rapidly. His skin began to shrivel, his muscles began to atrophy, and his aura was not as strong as before.

If this continued, defeat and death were destined.

Since that was the case, drag Zhao Ge on the road together before leaving.

Suddenly.

Liu Taigong's eyes widened, he roared to the sky, his white hair danced, and all the blood-Qi in his body was mobilized, gathering on his arm as quickly as possible.

Only to see the great tendons on his arm bulging, blood-Qi spraying, aura magnificent. At this moment, he seemed even fiercer than in his youth.

"Not good, this guy is squeezing the last blood-Qi, like a flash of light, wanting to drag me on the road?" Zhao Ge was shocked at this moment, understanding Liu Taigong's thoughts at this moment.

In this state, Liu Taigong could only throw two more punches at most. After that, no matter what, he would die instantly, with no chance of survival.

"Retreat!"

No matter how stubborn Zhao Ge was, he wouldn't be stupid enough to fight a dead man. This was not worth it.

"Can you retreat?"

Liu Taigong grasped the timing very accurately. He seemed to have been prepared. At this moment, his old body stuck to Zhao Ge, not giving him a chance to escape. At the same time, he threw a punch in the shortest time, hitting a killing move that his shipping Liu family was proud of, wanting to take Zhao Ge away with this killing move and make his Liu family famous one last time.

Zhao Ge's pupils constricted, and at this moment he smelled the crisis of life and death.

He roared, wanting to throw another punch, but at this moment he felt a dizziness in his head, a weakness in his body surged into his heart, and the blood-Qi he had just controlled collapsed in an instant.

The injury of his spirit injury broke out, causing him to lose his level at the critical moment.

All this happened too fast, and Zhao Qian didn't even have time to risk firing that shot.

However, at the critical moment, suddenly, a tall and sturdy figure stood out behind Zhao Ge, and accompanied by the appearance of that figure, a punch was thrown out, instantly crossing Zhao Ge's body and catching Liu Taigong's desperate killing move.

"Boom!"

A loud noise was made under the collision of power.

Fist aura collapsed, energy raged, and a terrifying divine power erupted at this moment.

This divine power was invincible. Even Liu Taigong's punch, which exceeded his peak period like a flash of light, couldn't hold it. Just one encounter, he was defeated. His fist, which was twisted into a block of tendons and bones, was actually hammered into a depression and broken by the opponent's punch, and the aftermath didn't diminish at all, penetrating all the way.

"Ah!"

Liu Taigong let out a scream. He watched with his own eyes as his arm shattered section by section, turning into a mist of blood at an unimaginable speed and splashing out.

"Impossible."

He couldn't believe this scene.

Why could his punch still be caught? Who was that person? What was his relationship with Zhao Ge?

But Liu Taigong couldn't continue to think.

Just the overflowing energy had already swept his withered body and flew backward, like a leaf in the autumn wind, swaying in mid-air, and finally was ruthlessly thrown onto the ground, shattering a piece of floor tile, as if wanting to mix with the mud under the floor tile and be completely crushed into slag.

And this sudden change shocked everyone.

The martial artists of the shipping Liu family, and the masters of the Three Great Workshops, all looked at the figure who suddenly took action.

Only to see this person, tall, magnificent, and sturdy, wearing a tight suit embroidered with a five-clawed black dragon, his appearance quite handsome, a pair of cold and killing-intent-carrying eyes were extraordinary. Even in the sun, they were glowing, and most importantly, this person's face was too calm, seemingly feeling that the matter of defeating Liu Taigong with one punch was normal.

And he just stood there, and his whole body had a whale-swallowing momentum that suppressed the martial artists of the world, making people look at him with awe.

"Is this person Li Yi, the eldest senior brother of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School who seized two schools in one day, first killed Jin Zhihuan of the Wind-Listening Blade, and then killed Han Tianbao of the Heart-Destroying Palm?"

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, but they already understood the identity of the comer.

Because Sanyang City had never seen such a character.